Liu Ziguang started the car and asked casually: "Captain Gu, the comrades in your team are all very good, why is this guy so weird?"
Gu Xiuying smiled bitterly and said: "He is different from us. He came here for gilding. He has been here for less than a month. If it weren't for him, we would have returned to China last month. In order to study with the prince, we had to stay a few more months."
, I didn’t expect that something would happen to this company..."
"Oh? He has a good background?"
"Not only does he have a good background, he also has a very good background. He is a second-generation official. He has been respected since he was a child and has never suffered any setbacks. That's why he is so arrogant."
Liu Ziguang gave a long oh, expressing his understanding, and then spat out the window.
"Tell me about you, Mr. Wood, who made you so embarrassed?" Liu Ziguang held the steering wheel with one hand, took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket with the other, and handed one to Wood.
"Thank you, I don't smoke this." Wood reached for the pipe from his pocket, but found it empty. He had no choice but to take Liu Ziguang's cigarette, lit it and took a puff and said: "In the early morning, the manor called and told something big.
An American was attacked. I immediately drove back to deal with it. But I saw the black people burning down my house and killing my housekeeper. I shot them, but there were too many of them. I saved him.
I escaped all the way back from the housekeeper's youngest son, and when I was approaching the hotel, I was attacked again, and my car was burned by them. If you hadn't arrived in time, they would have killed me."
Liu Ziguang asked curiously: "Now they have started killing even white people?"
"Young man, Western Saddamoa is no longer in the colonial period. The lives of white people are as worthless as the lives of black people. I don't want to stay any longer. I will take the nearest flight back to Europe."
"I wish you good luck. By the way, if the American who was attacked is called Anderson, he is probably dead. When we met him on the road, he had already been hit by a poisonous arrow from the natives."
"What? Dead!" Wood opened his eyes wide, then shrugged and said, "That's okay. Those black people won't kill him just because he has an American passport. In their eyes, there is no difference between Americans and Russians.
,poor Anderson still owes me fifty dollars."
"Do you know each other?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"Yes, he works for an American mining exploration company and travels around Africa all year round. You know, many places in Africa are still in a barbaric state. If diamonds or gold are dug out, it will be a huge fortune."
"So, Anderson was prospecting on your estate?"
"Theoretically, that mountain belongs to my manor, because I have an officially-issued legally binding land title, but in fact, that barren land is occupied by a Wendu tribe. Anderson was probably killed because he provoked them.
, you know, these natives always have some mysterious taboos that even I can't understand."
As he spoke, the San Juan Hotel was right in front of him. Seeing their safe return, the lobby manager was overjoyed. He hugged Mr. Wood and expressed his gratitude to Liu Ziguang. At this time, the hotel lobby was already filled with Kaye refugees. These people
Dragging their children and carrying their luggage, they looked around in panic. In fact, they could be regarded as people with status in West Sadamoya. The hotel was not a refugee camp, and they couldn't get in without money.
The San Juan Hotel is operated by foreign capital and has paid protection fees to the police all year round. At critical moments, the usual operations showed results. A team of police officers came to protect the place and prohibited thugs from entering. For a time, the San Juan Hotel became a storm center.
The Kaye people flocked to the peaceful harbor of the island. The hotel received them as much as possible in a humanitarian spirit and provided them with temporary shelter and clean drinking water.
Many refugees were wounded and in shock. The medical team, led by Wang Guozhong, acted urgently to clean their wounds and apply medicine. The hotel lobby became a refugee camp, with cries and sighs, and the original guests gathered in
In the bar, the current situation was discussed with serious expressions.
Before lunch started, Liu Ziguang also joined the discussion group. George Wood solemnly introduced to everyone: "Gentlemen, please allow me to introduce this extremely brave Chinese knight. He moved the entire medical team from
I was rescued from Carlos Lake, and I was rescued from the thugs just now. Thank you God, thank you Mr. Bruce Liu.”
Everyone raised their glasses to pay tribute to Liu Ziguang. One of them, a big man with a beard, said in English with a strong German accent: "Sir, you come from Lake Carlos. You must have heard about the escalation of the war there."
Liu Ziguang said: "When we came, government troops were massacring villagers. The situation was very bad."
Bearded said: "In fact, Kuba's army also suffered a big loss. It is said that forty elite soldiers died. Those Green Berets are Kuba's trusted soldiers. If it were not for the defeat on the battlefield, he would not have instigated
All the Wendu people rose up in rebellion."
Everyone interjected one after another. Everyone thought that General Kuba's regime was unstable. In order to preserve the fruits of victory, this greedy and cruel butcher simply launched a national war, pulling all the Wendu people onto his chariot and using the high priest to fight against him.
His death started this incident, and now the incident is intensifying. I am afraid that if it continues, even Kuba himself will not be able to end it, so the best choice is to leave San Juan and West Sadamoa as soon as possible.
"Don't worry, everyone. I have notified the French consulate and they said they will send a plane to pick us up." A French woman also joined the discussion. She is a zoologist who studies local monkeys in Western Saddamoa.
Meet this lady Anna.
"How did you get in touch with the consulate?" Liu Ziguang asked her.
"Network, I asked them for help online, but it's no longer possible. The phone lines are down, the internet is down, San Juan has become an island of civilization, and apart from carrier pigeons, there is no other means of communication to contact the outside world." Anna said.
explain.
But she added: "Don't worry. Since the French Consulate is aware of the situation here, naturally others will also know. Information is shared with the international community."
After some discussion, the white people came up with a plan, which was to take a bus to San Juan International Airport and wait there for the arrival of the rescue plane. If the situation in the city worsened again, they might not even be able to get to the airport.
Lunch time came, and everyone poured into the restaurant to eat. The white people still had plenty of food, including sea fish, lobster, steak, and red wine. However, the refugees in the lobby only had rice soaked in soy sauce. This kind of food was given out by the hotel, because
Most of these refugees have lost their property and are penniless.
In the restaurant, black waiters wearing tuxedos and white gloves politely shuttled back and forth, serving dishes to the guests. The white people enjoyed the food while talking in low voices, sipping red wine, and playing the piano.
The soothing and smooth blue Danube River, if it weren't for the faint sound of gunfire in the distance, this place would be a corner of a high-end hotel in Europe.
Liu Ziguang stood on the top floor of the hotel, overlooking the city of San Juan in turmoil. Thick smoke and fire were everywhere. The roads were blocked by burning cars. Black smoke from burning tires filled the sky. Groups of thugs were looting everywhere, killing people and setting fires.
From time to time, the sound of continuous firing of automatic rifles could be heard. It seemed that the soldiers finally lost their temper and joined the looting procession.
The road leading to the airport is full of difficulties. The most terrifying thing is the murderous mob. In their eyes, white people are rich and wealthy. In a society governed by the rule of law, they dare not do evil. But in this anarchic state, everyone has the courage to do anything.
They will all be zoomed in infinitely, so I’m afraid it’s not a good choice to go out at this time.
But the white people had no hesitation. After the meal, they boarded the hotel bus with their luggage. A kind lady persuaded the medical team to go with them, but Captain Gu pointed to the wounded on the ground and said: "My patient is here
I can't leave them behind here."
"God bless you." The wife crossed herself on her chest and got in the car.
"Bruce, aren't you going to go too?" Mr. Wood asked, carrying a big bag.
"I'm with them. By the way, thank you for the gun." Liu Ziguang said that Mr. Wood had given him the shotgun, along with two boxes of No. 12 bullets.
"If you insist on staying here, I have something for you." Mr. Wood put down his bag and took out a folder with a stack of printed documents inside.
"Sign here, and Wood Manor is yours, dear friend."
Liu Ziguang raised his eyebrows: "I don't quite understand, Mr. Wood, are you saying you want to sell the manor to me?"
"Yes, Bruce, instead of leaving it to those bad guys, I might as well sell it to you. My plantation is the largest and best in Western Saddamoa."
"But I'm afraid I don't have this interest, and I don't have that much money." Liu Ziguang said in embarrassment, but suddenly thought of those black ores, and his heart skipped a beat.
"How much money do you have on you?" George Wood asked reluctantly.
"About... let me see, ten thousand pesos." Liu Ziguang took out a crumpled banknote from his trouser pocket and said. If this banknote is converted into RMB, it is only worth ten yuan.
"That's enough. I will sell the manor to you for ten thousand pesos. If you agree, I will find a lawyer to testify now. I think Mr. Douglas and Mr. House will be willing to testify about our transaction."
Liu Ziguang shrugged and said indifferently: "If you insist, why not?"
"Great, I'll call them over now." Old George danced happily and called two well-dressed white men over and briefly introduced the situation. Both of them agreed, but they had to be quick because they still had
Run away in a hurry.
George Wood spread out his contract and said: "This contract has been drafted for several months, but I have never found the right person to take charge of it. Now God has allowed me to meet you, Mr. Bruce Liu. You will definitely be a
Good planter, by the way, your name is signed right here, can you show me your passport?"
Liu Ziguang took out his passport and took a cursory look at the contract. In fact, he couldn't understand the Portuguese on the contract at all, but his intuition told him that there should be no problem with the contract.
The contract stated that the transaction amount was 10,000 Sissadamoa pesos, and came with a map of the plantation. The scale showed that the estate was shockingly large. Liu Ziguang took the pen and signed his name.
, and then Mr. Wood also signed his name.
The two lawyers notarized the transaction, signed their names on the contract, and left after a hurried handshake. Mr. Wood patted Liu Ziguang on the shoulder and said, "I wish you good luck, my friend."
"I wish you a safe journey, Mr. Wood." Liu Ziguang smiled and waved goodbye to them.
Wood boarded the bus with his large suitcase. After sitting down, the Douglas lawyer next to him, who had just done the notarization, adjusted his glasses and said, "George, don't you think it's too dark-hearted?"