The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 1117
The small house in the center of the palm oil wholesale market is the trading center.

The palm oil market in Southeast Asia has always been in chaos because it has been monopolized back and forth between Malaysia and Indonesia. Interestingly, the Philippines is the world's largest coconut oil production center.

In this complicated market environment, certain areas in the southern part of the Philippines controlled by the rebels began to cooperate with Malaysia to produce palm oil and directly trade it in Manila.

Based on the so-called democratic politics of the Philippines, Manila cannot refuse normal market transactions, so even though it knows that many of these palm oil merchants are serving the rebels, they can only turn a blind eye.

Walking in this noisy market, Li Changan saw not only businessmen, but also intelligence dealers, arms smugglers, and even some southern rebel spies.

Why did he know this...it was because Macbeth had collected all kinds of information about Manila and passed it on to him a long time ago.

When Li Zhanqian came to the trading center, there was still the sound of abacus in the room, several old computers creaked, and the printer was the one from 30 years ago, and the printing paper still had a hole-like structure.

Relying on these abacus and obsolete computers, the southern rebels complete transactions of 10 billion US dollars every year here.

It looks a little backward, but it actually has a very shrewd plan.

If the rebels use computers to calculate accounts, all accounts will be in danger. They are well aware of the fragility of modern electronic computers, and Manila will control the network at any time and seize their accounts.

Li Changan walked over to take a look. Sure enough, the computer still uses the WIN20 system 98 years ago. This extinct system now has absolute security guarantees, and few hackers will study this system anymore.

A few security guards in light green military uniforms came over and stopped Li Chang'an. Not just anyone can enter the trading center.

With a glance, Li Changan saw these security guards with bulging waists and guns.

Looking at the small rooms on both sides of the trading center, there are two people squatting there, eating coconut rice, but holding an AK47 in their arms, which is still modified.

Seeing them staring at each other, Li Changan raised his palm. Although he didn't want to make too much noise, the mysterious person might be inside, so he couldn't waste time.

He was about to make a move when a young man in a neat suit came out, his leather shoes were shiny, and he was chattering as soon as he came out.

The security guards all relaxed and nodded to Li Changan to apologize.

"Mr. Li, why didn't you call me before you came? I almost misunderstood you." The young man looked very frivolous, with greasy hair sticking to his forehead, but his eyeballs rolled very cleverly.

Li Changan smiled: "Forgot, you..."

"I'm Pedro, you forgot." The young man held his hand enthusiastically.

"Yes, I almost forgot, Pedro." Li Changan said casually.

The Philippines has been ruled by Spain for more than 300 years, so many of the names of the people here are converted from Spanish surnames, and this is probably the case for Pedro.

Pedro led him to a small room on the side. In the room, more than a dozen money counters were in operation. Twenty women were counting cash quickly, and four big men guarded them with guns.

"Come to my office..." Pedro gave him a tug.

Li Changan walked into his small open office. Pedro took out a Cuban cigar and handed it to him. Li Changan was smoking, and this guy closed the partition door of the office.

"Mr. Li, it was very dangerous just now. Fortunately, I saw you. There are traps everywhere." Pedro wiped his sweat.

Li Changan hummed: "That's nothing to be afraid of, it's just a few people with guns."

Pedro shook his head and stomped on the ground: "There are also a few guys from Xinyuan Temple. They buried a special weapon in the ground a few days ago. I searched repeatedly, but I couldn't find any clues. It is said that It's a radiation weapon."

Li Changan frowned: "The group of people in Xinyuan Temple actually have nuclear radiation weapons?"

Pedro nodded: "It was arranged by Master Boli Bodhi."

Li Changan frowned.

Pedro said in a low voice: "I am a member of General Arnio. The general passed your photo and name to us, and gave an order that once we meet you, no matter what it is, we must be unconditional." obey."

Li Changan smiled faintly, but did not speak.

Pedro was very clever, took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from the drawer, dialed a number, said a few words, and handed it to Li Changan.

On the phone, it was the voice of Major Arnio: "Mr. Li, Pedro is our man, you can trust him completely."

Only then did Li Changan look at the young man: "This Puli Bodhi is the big trouble that Major Arneau mentioned?"

Pedro nodded: "The monk came after the accident at Xinyuan Temple, and he will stay here and not leave."

Li Changan interrupted him: "Besides that monk, have any other strangers been here recently?"

Pedro shook his head affirmatively: "No, I'm in charge of all finances here, those security guards listen to me, and I'm sure I'll know if a stranger comes."

Li Changan understood that this Pedro was a spy placed by the Anio family around the rebels in the south, and it was really rare for him to venture into contact with him now.

"Where is that monk?" Li Changan looked at the nearby houses. This trading center is actually not big, only five or six rooms.

Pedro smiled slightly, led him into the middle room, and nodded to the two people who were manipulating the computers.

The two of them entered commands on the dilapidated computer at the same time, and saw the wall behind them open, revealing a brightly lit hall.

Li Changan looked up, and behind this flat house was the cargo area of ​​the central market, where all kinds of plastic boxes were piled up into a hill, directly filling up the area behind.

He smiled. It turned out that a secret space was opened under these plastic boxes.

As Pedro walked in, this secret space had at least tens of thousands of square meters and hundreds of rooms.

Walking around the hall were maids in bikinis and waiters carrying trays. All kinds of gambling equipment were placed in the hall, and hundreds of people were playing in full swing.

"There is also a sauna room, an internal swimming pool, a luxurious lounge, a presidential suite..." Pedro whispered, "All entertainment facilities are available."

Li Changan nodded: "The southern rebels don't make money by selling palm oil at all, it turns out they are underground casinos."

"Yeah, the income here is even stronger than that of the Manguda family's King's Hotel Casino, because the people who play here are either rich people or politicians from the Philippines, and there are many Southeast Asian businessmen who come here..." Pedro looked here, his eyes full of pride: "This underground casino can be built, I have contributed a lot."

(End of this chapter)