On Jiangzhou Central Street.

Keke ate the steaming hot fried bread with satisfaction, shook his head and said, "Oh my God, I really miss this taste."

"Isn't it delicious in the fourth zone?" Mingming asked with a smile.

"Can you stop talking? I'm having a meal? Damn!" Keke really vomited about the delicious food in District 4. When she thought about it, she felt very aggrieved: "Oh, what do you know how I got through these years."

Mingming glanced at Keke: "I, a beautiful girl who is as beautiful as a flower, have been with you for so many years... I have grown a lot older. Alas, when I suddenly came back here, I felt uncomfortable."

"Hehe, you're going to be liberated soon."

"…Shenma means?"

"It's okay, let's find a place to wait for the people sent by Meng Xi." Ke Ke accelerated his pace.

An hour later, Keke opened three rooms in a hotel in Jiangzhou, waiting for the person introduced by Meng Xi to appear.

At around 8:30 pm, in the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, Coco met a man in his forties, who was introduced by Meng Xi.

On the dining table, Keke asked bluntly: "Meng Xi told you everything, right?"

"I said that you want to meet Dr. Wang." The man nodded slowly: "Although he has retired, he has a lot of lectures and is currently in the eighth district and will not be back in about three days."

"I can't wait for three days. Can I arrange a meeting soon?" Coco asked anxiously.

"Then you have to go to District 8." The other party thought for a while and said, "And I have to call him in advance and make an appointment for the meeting time."

Coco paused for a while: "Then I'll trouble you. Let's make an appointment with Dr. Wang, and we'll meet and discuss things as soon as possible."

"Can I ask? What problem do you want to solve when you contact Dr. Wang?" the other party couldn't help asking.

Keke looked at him and asked back wisely: "Haha, can I ask, how did you and Meng Xi meet?"

"Our hospital has applied for scientific research subsidies from the upper class. The money is overspent and is generally difficult to approve." The man responded truthfully: "I... I have no choice, so I asked someone to find Chief Meng. He helped me with it. Later we met."

"Oh." When Coco heard that the two parties had this relationship, he immediately replied neatly: "Mr. Liu, on Dr. Wang's issue, you only need to make a match. The rest... you don't have to worry about it, which is also good for you."

Mr. Liu pondered for a while and replied with a smile: "Okay, then you guys have a rest tonight, I'll reply to you later."

"Okay." Coco nodded.

After the two met, Mr. Liu left, while Coco returned to the room and communicated with Reed using his own private computer.

Late at night, a cup of espresso and a computer support Coco's spiritual world. In fact, she had a lot of emotions to vent when she came back this time, but she had been trying hard to restrain herself.

...

At around 10 o'clock the next day, a military transport ship was moored in the largest Liwan Port in Yemen.

Lao Mao, Lao Li, and two hundred guard soldiers disembarked with them.

At the center of the inner port, there was a battalion of soldiers standing on both sides of the ship's mooring entrance, and many military vehicles were parked on the roadside.

The soldiers were uniformly dressed, all with light yellow military uniforms, while military vehicles were quite complicated, including BG off-road that had been retired in major regions, and TS armored vehicles that were particularly popular in the EU.

The old cat stood on the deck and looked around, and saw all the black brothers: "I think they... don't look very reasonable, otherwise you'd better go back and I'll go by myself."

"Take it down, I'm afraid it's a good thing to make your talk break." Old Li was worried at all: "Let's go together!"

The old cat was dissatisfied when he heard this: "I'm just saying that I'm at the ministerial level, can you stop trashing people?"

"Go away now!" Old Li urged.

Everyone stepped down the deck, and the diplomat who led the way stepped forward with a smile on his face and stretched out his palm at a general: "Hello, you are General Nile!"

"Hello!" A black general in his forties, covered with military medals, stretched out his hand at the diplomatic officials.

Lao Mao, Lao Li walked over and the diplomat began to introduce it to everyone.

Neilai was the military chief of the independent corps, with an army of about 20,000 people under his command. The predecessor of this party was the independent democratic corps before the Era, and later collapsed due to catastrophe problems after the Era, and completely disappeared from the public eye.

Nelai was a prominent family in the Yemen area. After the first year of the year, he rode the wind and launched a popular movement, but he became an unknown person. Therefore, he accepted several formerly independent and democratic old-fashioned personnel and unilaterally declared that he had inherited the orthodox.

In short, this magical old African land has all kinds of strange stories, whether in politics or business. Some seemingly slutty operations are not understood by Chinese people, but they can work here.

Lao Mao, Lao Li thought that he would be able to shake hands with the other party, but he didn't expect that Nile's chief of staff would give everyone an ostrich feather with great enthusiasm.

This operation was stunned by Lao Mao, and he didn't understand what this meant at all.

"Put on your head." The diplomat reminded.

"What should I do to insert my head? Is it pierced in my temple?" The old cat was puzzled.

“…No, just plug the hair into the hair.”

"What are you looking for?"

"...... In some areas here, this custom is the custom. Independence and democracy represent the lower class people. This is their etiquette, and some even give peacock feathers." The diplomat explained.

"I'm so short, can I put my hair in it?" The old cat took the hair and thought for a long time, and then directly put it on his ears. His whole body shape was no different from the second fool in the village head.

After everyone exchanged a few simple words, Nile took Lao Mao, Lao Li and others away in his most enthusiastic way.

In the afternoon, the two sides started their initial negotiations and did not end until after six o'clock in the evening.

...

After the meeting, Laomao called Qin Yu immediately.

"How was the talk?" Qin Yu asked.

"...Independence and democracy are happy to help us, provided that we are willing to give money." Lao Mao said quickly: "They are poor and lack anything. It is no exaggeration to say that some of their military camps here are difficult to solve even sanitary paper."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It's a good thing, not a good thing." Lao Mao cursed helplessly: "In addition to independent democratic corps, there are at least four parties in this area. Some troops with only more than 5,000 people have announced the establishment of a political F... We can't just build an independent civil affairs corps... We must arrange the other brothers clearly. Damn, I once thought that I had returned to the tribal era. You don't know that as soon as I got off the boat, an ostrich feather was inserted into my head...!"

“Is their infrastructure perfect?”

"It's okay, there are airports and ports. Although the scale is not large and the facilities are simple, it's no problem to be a springboard." Laomao is still relatively reliable in collecting key information.

Qin Yu pondered for a while: "Then let's talk about it. Do we still make arrangements for more than 5,000 people?"

...

North Wind Inlet.
Chapter completed!