Chapter: 2842

Hamid was too busy to look after Su Shoudao. He turned to Zhao Yinsheng with a smile and said, “I’ve made some great black tea. Come in and enjoy a few cups with me!”

In the Middle East, people love their black tea. They usually brew a lot of tea leaves to create a strong tea and then add plenty of sugar, often pairing it with sweet snacks. This is quite different from how people in Huaxia enjoy their tea.

Seeing Hamid’s warm invitation, the group couldn’t say no. Zhao Yinsheng replied, “Commander Hamid, please have your team take Mr. Su to his place of residence first.”

“Sure, no problem!” Hamid replied confidently. “Since Brother Ye asked, I’ve already arranged everything. The yard is next to my guard camp, and aside from my guards, the rest are soldiers. They patrol 24/7, so he won’t be able to escape!”

He continued with a smile, “I’ve even had the small courtyard cleaned up. It’s in good shape.”

Su Shoudao listened to this and felt a bit relieved. Since getting on the plane, he hadn’t thought about escaping. It was impossible in a place like this, surrounded by soldiers. Even if he wanted to flee, he wouldn’t get far. The area was heavily guarded, and any attempt to run could cost him his life.

So, he decided to adapt to his situation. As for the future, he hoped his daughter, Su Zhiyu, would be able to take over the family business soon. But then he thought again, “Let Zhiyu inherit…”

The Su family had little chance of change. Su Shoudao thought about his father, who would never give up control until he passed away. Even if he did decide to pass on power, would his brothers and sisters accept that a girl from Zhiyu could inherit the Su family? He feared it would lead to a fierce family conflict.

This thought left him feeling hopeless. He didn’t know when or how his “Syria Journey” would end. Soon, Hamid’s personal guards took Su Shoudao to a small farmhouse just a few hundred meters from the headquarters.

From the outside, the farmhouse looked very basic, made mostly of clay with earthen walls and houses. The only modern touch was the fired roof tiles. The small yard was about the size of a basketball court. To the right of the entrance was a bullpen, but it was empty of animals. The yard itself had only dry soil, with no grass or plants.

There were three earthen houses facing the yard, but they were quite simple. Unlike rural areas in China, there were no additional rooms or wings. All three houses together were no larger than 40 square meters.

What troubled him even more was that in the central house, there was nothing but a broken wooden chair. To the left was a very basic bedroom. If it weren’t for a pile of straw in the middle, he might not have even recognized it as a sleeping space. Just like the central room, the bedroom had only a pile of straw and some rolled-up bedding.

Su Shoudao stepped closer and opened up the bedding, which included a quilt, a mattress, and a pillow.

When he saw the simple three-piece suit, he couldn’t help but yell at his mother, “What the heck! I spent 100 million dollars, and even the bedding is second-hand? Just look at this old thing—buy a new set! It can’t be more than two hundred yuan, right?”

Su Shoudao was furious. He kicked the pillow across the room and stormed out, heading toward the door on the right. But as soon as he stepped inside, a terrible smell hit him.