Chapter 1205 Exposed?

"What's your name?"

"Who is in your family?"

"What is your property? Who keeps it?"

The brains of people who have been injected with the "Truth Potion" will become defenseless, and they will answer whatever they ask. The update is the fastest, but its thinking logic will also become simple, unable to answer complex questions. Zhou Qingfeng had to ask very detailed questions in order to get what he wanted.

However, Zhou Qingfeng spent a whole night sitting by the bed asking questions for seven or eight hours, gaining a lot. The computer in the helmet also helps him organize and summarize, especially sorting out the network of contacts, which is of great benefit for him to impersonate Khalej.

As dawn approached, Zhou Qingfeng took off Harlej's clothes and put them on himself.

Uh... a little short!

Zhou Qingfeng crawled into Harlej's bed again. The bed was quite big, but his mechanical exoskeleton had to be taken off and hidden away, otherwise it would be easy to slip through.

Covering his feet with a quilt, he made sure that the skin color and appearance of his face, neck, and arms were consistent with that of Khalej. In the end, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hands and broke the other's neck, and the body was thrown into the wasteland.

Everything is ready, and the time is almost dawn. Zhou Qingfeng slowly leaned against the head of the bed, and coughed at the servant who had fainted by the bed.

No response... Could it be that you pinched your neck too hard before?

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a pillow at hand and smashed it hard, and landed on the servant's head with a whoosh. The servant's crooked head was hit and fell to the ground, hitting the ground heavily, followed by a sudden tremor before he woke up.

The servant who woke up saw the pillow that was still tumbling, and then saw the expressionless Mr. Harlej on the bed, and suddenly trembled in fright. He bowed his head incoherently and begged for mercy: "Dear Mr. Harlej, I'm sorry, I don't know..."

"That's enough, I don't want to listen to your nonsense." 'Khalji' was a very dignified person in front of the servants, and at this moment he said in a deep voice: "Go and call Mahad."

Indifferent, not talking nonsense, not arrogant and angry, this is the usual face of Khalej in front of his servants. The personal servant was already sifting through chaff, and kept begging. Another servant who had fainted also woke up, Qiqi knelt down and begged for mercy.

The movement in the bedroom quickly alarmed the guards standing outside, and told Mahad's housekeeper to come to 'Halji' in a hurry.

"Dear Harlej, may I ask what happened?" The housekeeper, Mahad, is a confidant who is in charge of many affairs around Khalej. He is a fake 'Halji' who wants to get rid of, but can't get rid of;

Showcasing his newfound majesty and power, the impostor on the big bed announced the punishment for the two valets, "Send these two idiots away and replace them with someone else."

The personal servant takes care of Khalej's daily life, and even has close contact with Zhou Qingfeng on a daily basis. He was worried that the details of his life would arouse suspicion, so he had to find an excuse to drive away the two people who knew the real Khalej.

The two crying servants were easily driven away, but the housekeeper Mahad posted up to greet him: "Dear Mr. Khalej, how do you feel now?"

Zhou Qingfeng leaned back on the spacious and soft bed, and said comfortably, "I'm still a little tired."

"I'm going to call the doctor."

"No, no need, just lie down for a while. I can't sleep now, talk to me about the recent gains in the market and the situation with the bank."

Zhou Qingfeng came to pick up trash, but how could ordinary trash catch his attention? After so many days of tossing, isn't it just to get a lot of money? When he focuses on Harlej, he is eyeing the wealth that Harlej has accumulated over the years.

A large number of complex properties cannot be easily remembered, and a professional management team is required to control them. Khalej's property is taken care of by the housekeeper Mahad, who, although a bit strange, brought a computer to report.

Khalej's wealth is not a matter of how many bank accounts, but various properties distributed in New York, London, Frankfurt, Zurich and other parts of the world. Specifically, the financial management teams of major banks are responsible for the operation.

Cash, bonds, stocks, businesses, real estate….

Following Mahad's report, a smile finally appeared on Zhou Qingfeng's face. It is roughly estimated that Khalej, a big moth, controls a wealth of more than two billion US dollars.

What a lot of money!

The only troublesome thing is that the money is not easy to cash out, or it is not easy to transfer to Zhou Qingfeng's own account.

Whether you can see or not eat, you have to think of a way!

It only makes sense that funds must flow, otherwise it is waste paper.

In addition to the funds stored in various banks, there are also a large number of materials in the black market controlled by Khalej. Among them are not only various weapons and equipment, but also a large amount of people's livelihood materials, including various food and medicines.

Thinking that the Syrian civilians outside were suffering from hunger and suffering, while Khalej, a moth, was hoarding and filling his own pockets, Zhou Qingfeng hated his teeth so much that this kind of garbage just broke his neck, it was too cheap for him.

The protracted asset statement made the housekeeper Mahad drool and did not finish reading it for an hour. When it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng became impatient. He simply stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the computer, I'll take a look for myself."

The housekeeper honestly handed the computer to Zhou Qingfeng, and Zhou Qingfeng's plump face after makeup trembled because of it. A large fortune picked up in vain, and this is it.

There are not too many bank account numbers and passwords on the computer, but the more important contact and verification methods of some foreign financial management teams. In addition, there is the list, location, and contact information of the personnel in Harlej's forces. This thing is a valuable network of relationships.

Hahaha..., relying on these things, I can make waves!

It makes me happy to think about it, this game of magpie's nest and dove's occupation is really fun.

Zhou Qingfeng casually flipped through some property reports, and the more he read, the happier he became. The housekeeper, Mahad, retreated after apologizing, and it didn't take long for a few servants to replace him, as well as the breakfast that had been prepared.

"Sir, do you need us to help you go to the bathroom?" A new servant stepped forward and asked, perhaps because of the lessons learned from the past, he was quite nervous.

Zhou Qingfeng likes this kind of tension, and nervous servants won't be too messy. He waved his hand irrefutably and said, "Go outside, I'll take care of it myself."

"Yes, sir." The servants stepped back.

At this time, a luxurious bedroom is a bit too open, because there is no door that can be closed in the bedroom, and there is only a bead curtain that partially covers the large arched doorway. The servants stayed in the living room outside the door, and they could see Zhou Qingfeng on the bed at any time.

Damn it, don't rich guys pay attention to personal sex?

But this little trouble was not enough. After a while, the housekeeper Mahad came back with a young maid who only wore sexy lingerie.

What is this for?

Khalej did not mention this life detail.

Zhou Qingfeng could only continue lying down quietly and pretending to be a patient.

The beautiful maid lifted up the thin quilt on the big bed and got in. Under the watchful eye of the butler, she slowly crawled to Zhou Qingfeng's crotch, and pulled the pajama pants he was wearing. Immediately afterwards, I heard a woman's exclamation that the size of something was wrong, and the one in front of me was much, much larger than usual!

Fuck!

Rich people are amazing!

Life is so crazy!

This, this..., is this the legendary good morning bite?

It's really decadent and backward, a disgusting aristocratic life. I want to expose its evil with a critical attitude.

Zhou Qingfeng never expected that he would be exposed so quickly, in front of a maid. He could only lift up the quilt pretending to be calm, and shouted to the maid who was in a daze inside: "Hurry up and stop talking."