An Airbus A300 flight from Israel to France, on the way to stop at Benghazi Airport in Libya

Under Hou Wenjun's care, An Zhiqiu became more and more obese as his gold transactions were getting better and better in Hong Kong. Sitting in the first class cabin of the passenger plane, he was eating free lunch on the passenger plane, while facing Zhong Lidong, who was forced to act as a bodyguard to serve as a storefront by him and said, "I don't understand why Brother Jun won't deal with the Hongxing group of people once he returns to Hong Kong?" As he said that, he inserted a steak and put it in his mouth and chewed it. An Zhiqiu still habitually bared his teeth.

Looking at Qiuqiu's extremely funny eating image, Zhong Lidong looked much more elegant in comparison. Hearing Qiuqiu's words, Zhong Lidong, who put down the plastic knife and fork like a gentleman, wiped his mouth with a napkin and slowly spoke, "Hou Shengxing, what is their identity? What is their identity? Others will laugh at our Hou family. It's you, I really have to thank Hou Sheng for the business he introduced to you."

Zhong Lidong's words did not make Qiuqiu's face look like he felt grateful, but his fat face was filled with endless resentment, "Damn, he just treats me as an errand, and he doesn't have to throw me into the whole world to run around if he wants me to lose weight. What I do is to make money business, not..."

Qiuqiu, who had not finished speaking, recalled the conversation he had with Hou Wenjun at the Hou family three days ago.

"Brother Jun, I really don't know how to do this kind of business. Besides, you have so many goods a year, it's too big." An Zhiqiu, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room of the Hou family, looked at Hou Wenjun, who had just returned from Japan and had been sitting on the sofa to process the documents piled up like a hill in front of him.

"Don't you, you have a billion dollars in crude oil a year. Do you think you can finish it?" Looking at An Zhiqiu, who was sitting on the sofa with a comfortable face, playing electric and eating, looking at a bunch of official documents beside him. Hou Wenjun, who was sitting on the other side of the sofa, was instantly unbalanced.

As he said that, Hou Wenjun grabbed a document and suddenly smashed An Zhiqiu toward him and immediately cursed, "Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat! Eat like a pig sooner or later. Don't you whine like him. I'll tell you that I'm looking down on you, do you know?"

After scolding this incompetent guy, Hou Wenjun directly reached out and took the mom's cooking for himself from the coffee table in front of him, but he was almost drunk by An Zhiqiu, a foodie. After picking up the soup bowl, Hou Wenjun drank all the remaining remaining soup directly, then he looked at An Zhiqiu with an unhappy look and said, "Fatty, I'll tell you, if this matter is smashed, be careful, I'll use the oil in your stomach to light the sky lanterns."

Along the way, among the few old brothers left, An Zhiqiu is the most unreliable one. Although this guy turned out to be the one with the best family among the crowd, now...

Well, when it comes to the gold business, Hou Wenjun really can't help much, so he can't buy it himself and put it at home to play.

"Look at Siyan. Now he is working with people from the landlords to do finance. He doesn't know how glorious he is. He is looking at you, a lazy bastard!" As for An Zhiqiu and Siyan, who have been following their own ball games since they were fifteen or sixteen, Hou Wenjunyi gradually regarded them as his younger brothers.

Hearing Hou Wenjun's words, An Zhiqiu, who looked aggrieved, looked at the soup that Hou Wenjun had just drunk with embarrassment. The peppercorns he had just drunk and the ginger he shouldn't spit back into the basin, right? Well, it must be an hallucination. He swallowed all the miscellaneous materials into his stomach.

An Zhiqiu, who dared not tell the truth, could only smile at Hou Wenjun and said, "Brother Jun, have you arranged your next home? Why do you still have to find a buyer? I'm afraid that if you don't have enough goods at that time."

Hou Wenjun, who finally said something humanly, nodded with gratitude and said, "You don't have to worry about the source of goods. It's so difficult that you can still negotiate a deal of hundreds of millions of barrels of crude oil a year?" Indeed, with the increasingly tense situation in the Gulf, a sharp rise in crude oil in the future has become an inevitable trend. Otherwise, why would he buy tens of billions of dollars of arms when he is full?

Judging from the total transaction volume of 1 billion US dollars he now reports to the mainland every year, he only provides up to 60 million yuan of crude oil per year. But as long as the future crude oil price is more than one yuan, he can provide 3 million yuan of crude oil. Hou Wenjun doesn't believe how many barrels of orders An Zhiqiu can get for him. Moreover, these orders have been arranged by the think tanks of the Hou Group. If he wants him to go more, he will sign a contract and show off on his behalf.

An Zhiqiu, who probably understood Hou Wenjun's meaning, nodded reluctantly and said, "I'm not familiar with the oil business. If you mess it up, you won't light the sky lantern with the oil in my stomach."

"Get out, you, why did I get into such a bastard?" Facing this fat man who is getting more and more aggressive, Hou Wenjun was also helpless. Hou Wenjun, who casually signed his name on a document, closed the document and looked at An Zhiqiu with a serious look on his face. "Don't worry, gold and black gold (oil) are both dug out from the ground. I believe your expertise can do this well."

Thinking of Hou Wenjun's last extremely irresponsible words, An Zhiqiu, who had not finished speaking, patted Zhong Lidong on the shoulder with his bloated and greasy fat hand and said, "You don't understand, Brother Jun has an opinion on me." How could An Zhiqiu not understand Hou Wenjun's mentality of being disappointed, and he should do some of his career, otherwise the gap between him and Siyan and Brother Jun will become bigger and bigger in the future.

He looked at An Zhiqiu's finger that had just passed in his mouth with disgust. Zhong Lidong really felt sorry for this Armani suit he bought for 40,000 Hong Kong dollars.

"Don't move! Our human array is armed. This passenger plane has been kidnapped by us. As long as you don't move around, we will not hurt the hostages." Two Arabs holding AK47 pointed at the people in the first class with the black guns, shouting loudly in English to French (one speaks English and the other speaks French).

Kai Tak Airport, Hong Kong

Hou Wenjun, standing in the terminal, looked at the ups and downs of the passenger plane in the distance. He suddenly felt a little uneasy and turned to look at Xie Hao beside him and said, "Dad Bing is probably going to step down this time. The commanders of the ten military regions in the south have issued a statement against his continued rule."

Hou Wenjun seemed to be worried about the head of the Thai government, but in fact, he was more concerned about the investment of the Hou Group in Thailand and what position he would be in Thailand in the post-Bing Dad era? Should he continue to maintain his transcendent status or lead the three military regions in the Gulf of Thailand to follow his ally Bing Dad to fight?

The chaotic and complicated situation in Thailand made Hou Wenjun, who had always regarded the Thai government as its biggest pillar, feel a little confused. The change in identity has made Hou Wenjun go from a relying person who moves closer to the strongest force to a relying person who can be moved closer, which will test his ability to play in such a complex political situation.

For this young man who is about to turn 22 years old, the three words Hou Wenjun not only represent Hou Wenjun personally, but also represent a large number of interest groups who follow him to make a living. Now these three words have become chess players in a country.

(I would like to explain that the previous article was about September 1987. The Great Wei remembered the mistake in September 1988. Now it should be September 1988.)
Chapter completed!