Chapter 1 The South American Rainforest

A week later, in the evening, on the outskirts of Lia City in South America, deep in a rainforest.

Scattered throughout the forest were numerous wooden houses, forming a large寨zi (village). Lu Guangwei, wearing a floral shirt and large shorts, casually strolled through the寨zi (village) with five or six young men around his age.

These men, about the same age as Lu Guangwei, were all dressed neatly and appeared relaxed. Some were taking photos with cameras, while others had even sent unmanned drones to fly circles around them.

These people were all children of high-ranking officials, used to a life of comfort and luxury. They rarely came to places like this, and they found it quite novel.

Behind them followed a dozen soldiers, the same garrison troops who had come with Lu Guangwei.

Along the way, they constantly encountered local black people going about their work. In addition to them, there were also many soldiers in khaki uniforms, carrying automatic rifles, patrolling the寨zi (village).

Occasionally, scantily clad women brushed past them, attracting the gazes of the group.

"Hello, Mr. Lu."

"Greetings, Mr. Lu."

Regardless of who they were, everyone greeted Lu Guangwei politely upon seeing him. Lu Guangwei also extended his hand in return, offering a local greeting.

This place was one of the largest production and manufacturing centers for mental drugs in the South American region. After leaving The Dragon City Rises, Lu Guangwei had hidden here. As a major customer and possessing a unique status, he was treated with great respect.

"Wow, this place is beautiful."

With the exclamation of one of the young men, the group arrived at a huge flower field.

As far as the eye could see, a sea of crimson flowers bloomed, both beautiful and dangerous. Many local black people bent over in the field, tending to the flowers, sweating profusely.

Looking at the beautiful flower field, a somewhat overweight young man put down his phone, which he had been using to take pictures, and couldn't help but joke with Lu Guangwei, "Lu, you've run away, but you've come to paradise! Look at this place, money and women, you can do whatever you want. I think you're living a much better life than us!"

"That's right!" Another young man in a suit and tie adjusted his glasses and chimed in with a smile, "I'm at home every day, and if I can't figure something out, I get scolded by my old man. You're much more free!"

Lu Guangwei looked at them and said with a grin, "You guys are right! Although my background isn't as good as yours, I value one thing – freedom! I can do whatever I want. But then again, I definitely can't compare to you. The main reason I invited you brothers here is to express goodwill on behalf of those above."

The overweight young man took a few more photos of the sea of flowers, turned to look at Lu Guangwei, and said, "Lu, you may have goodwill, but we're not necessarily willing to accept it. The situation in The Dragon City Rises is so chaotic right now, who dares to make promises to anyone? Haha, don't laugh at us, but my dad doesn't even dare to make promises to my mom these days."

The joke drew laughter from the crowd. Although they had just been envying Lu Guangwei's life, when it came to crucial issues of stance and interest, the fat guy became slippery again.

Lu Guangwei was well aware of their attitude. He strode to the edge of the flower field, pointed to the endless sea of flowers, and said, "Do you know how much profit this place can generate for me each year?"

Everyone perked up their ears and listened intently.

Lu Guangwei held up two fingers. "The terrain and climate here are very suitable for planting, and we can sow two crops a year. From processing to production, it only takes a month to complete. And it only takes twenty days to ship to The Dragon City Rises. In other words, this place can supply us non-stop."

As he spoke, Lu Guangwei's expression became excited, and he waved his hands, saying, "Gentlemen, do you know what this means? It means a shining path to wealth! The annual turnover here can reach hundreds of millions, and that's just the wholesale price. Think about how much we could make if we retailed!"

The expressions on everyone's faces changed; these words had successfully piqued their interest. The world is a hustle for profit; who doesn't like money?

Lu Guangwei observed everyone's expressions and pressed on while the iron was hot, saying, "But I can't keep this good thing to myself, and I can't do it alone. The reason I invited you all here is to push this path to wealth to you. With my cooperation as a foundation, as long as you're willing to do it, the people here will agree. I don't ask you to give me a cut of the profits after you make money, just remember that you have the Jiang family as a friend."

Everyone looked at Lu Guangwei, pondering for a long time. After a while, the fat man took the lead and said, "We don't understand this kind of thing."

Lu Guangwei laughed and said, "My good brother, you don't need to understand. I'll help you arrange how to get in, how to get out, and what kind of customers to find."

The fat man patted his belly, "Hehe, are you saying I can just lie down and make money?"

Lu Guangwei laughed heartily, "That's right, I want you to lie down and make money! Didn't I say, just remember me and the Jiang family."

Everyone looked at each other, and the fat man looked at the tall, silent young man and asked, "Second Brother, what do you think?"

Second Brother smiled, "This kind of good thing is right in front of us, like a beautiful woman lying there naked. What else can we do but do it!"

Everyone laughed, Lu Guangwei looked at his watch and said, "It's almost time, I've prepared seafood, everyone stay and have fun for a few days!"

Everyone chatted and laughed, heading towards the dining area.

...

At the same time, a military vehicle drove along the mountain road into the寨zi (village) and stopped in front of a small wooden building.

A middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, with a thick beard and wearing a simple t-shirt, got out of the car. Two guards greeted him and led him into the small wooden building.

Inside the house, a thin, tanned Chinese man came out to greet him with a smile, "Oh, Mr. Wu, hello, hello!"

This Chinese man was called A Gui and was a military officer here. He took the initiative to walk forward and extend his hand to Mr. Wu.

Mr. Wu glanced at him and shook his hand with a plain expression.

"Mr. Wu, please have a seat!" A Gui felt that this man had an extraordinary aura, so he didn't dare to neglect him and pulled him to sit down.

After they were both seated, A Gui looked at Mr. Wu in front of him and said, "Mr. Wu, Old Wei introduced you, and this is our first time working together, so I'll ask a few more questions."

Mr. Wu crossed his legs and nodded slightly, and A Gui continued to ask, "I heard that you're from the Hua district, can this kind of goods be moved over there?"

Mr. Wu's expression remained unchanged, and he replied calmly, "Depends on who's moving it."

A Gui was silent for a moment, then quickly asked, "Then how do you transport it?"

Mr. Wu's answer was still concise: "Transport it by large ships, the ones that carry crude oil, the ones that carry steel, anything works."

This tone was a bit grand, leaving A Gui shocked and a bit bewildered. He had been in this business for so many years, but he had never seen anyone handle goods like this, so he touched his nose and asked again, "After all, it involves the Hua district... Excuse me for asking... Your relationship with that side... Is it convenient to disclose it?"

Mr. Wu reached out and made a nine, saying simply, "Department Nine."

A Gui was stunned, then slowly nodded in response, "I've heard a little about it, I understand. You stay here, I'll treat you to dinner later."

Mr. Wu nodded slightly, "Okay."

"Please sit here, I'll go prepare. Someone, take care of Mr. Wu!" A Gui gave a few instructions and turned to leave the small wooden house.

Walking outside, A Gui frowned and muttered, "What the hell is Department Nine? I've never heard of it."

Soon, a scantily clad local woman walked in, carrying tea. She was young, gentle, barefoot on the ground, preparing tea skillfully, and said softly in broken Chinese, "Please have tea."

Mr. Wu glanced down, sweeping his eyes over the woman's deep cleavage, and couldn't help but mutter to himself, "A bit big, but too young, no flavor..."