Although the tribal warriors under Li Jianguo had different costumes and weapons, they had acquired some military temperament under the strict training of Instructor Li. They lined up in front of Prince Chen Martin and actually reported the number in Chinese: one, two.
, three, four...
Chen Martin returned the military salute to the soldiers in a dignified manner, and then gave some impassioned instructions. Li Jianguo shouted and sat down. The black guys all sat down cross-legged, motionless, and quite immobile.
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"Old Li, only you can train these monkeys like this." Liu Ziguang smiled and shook hands with Li Jianguo, and introduced him to Hu Qingsong and others. He was particularly cordial to his compatriots in a foreign country. Li Jianguo and
Everyone shook hands warmly, then pulled Liu Ziguang aside and asked, "Where are the things I asked you to bring?"
"It's all here. I brought a whole box with me, and the customs almost detained me." Liu Ziguang pointed to the cardboard box in the pickup truck. There was a line printed on the corrugated box: Specially made and authentic Jiangbei chili sauce.
"After staying in this hellish place for so long, I almost feel like a bird is floating in my mouth. It's either rice mixed with MSG or rice soaked in soy sauce, or it's a roasted monkey with tooth-beating sacrifices. Who can stand this thing?" Li Jianguo finished speaking and said to himself.
The soldiers under his command shouted loudly, and suddenly a black boy jumped up and ran to Li Jianguo in a standard running posture and stood in front of Li Jianguo to salute.
Li Jianguo pointed to the cardboard box and said, "Take this to my tent." The black guy picked up the cardboard box and left without saying a word. Liu Ziguang asked in surprise, "Can he understand Chinese?"
"You don't understand this. Black people have the strongest language talent, and the Kaye language is similar to Chinese to some extent, so they learn very quickly. Our military training is all in Chinese.
You heard it just now." Li Jianguo explained.
"If that's the case, let's create a West African Liberation Army." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
"Seriously, what are those friends of yours doing here?" Li Jianguo took a cigarette from Liu Ziguang's pocket unceremoniously, tapped it on the brim of his hat, and lit it.
Liu Ziguang stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into Li Jianzhuang's pocket and said: "Iron ore, or for iron ore, it is said that Wood Manor, well, it should be called Liu's Manor now, there are extremely rich magnetite deposits under the ground.
, the reserves are quite huge, and if they can be mined successfully, they will change the direction of world iron ore prices. They are the investors and exploration engineers I invited, and we are all here for the iron ore."
Li Jianguo took a few puffs of cigarette and said thoughtfully: "This country is still at war, and the iron ore mines are being opened in chaos. If we want to do business safely, we must first overthrow Kuba."
Liu Ziguang nodded and said: "That's why I'm here. In a few days, my cargo ship will arrive in the San Juan waters. By then, your army can throw away these primitive weapons and use Yishui's medium-sized weapons.
By the way, I also brought you twenty brothers to help you fight and so on."
"That's great." Li Jianguo became excited, puffed out his cigarette and said, "Let's do it together then."
"Okay, but I have to go to San Juan first."
"What are you doing in that damn place?"
"There is still one missing step in the legal procedures for Liu's Manor in handling the land deed."
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At noon, Liu Ziguang and his party set out on the road again. The convoy was escorted by the Kaya army led by Li Jianguo. The journey was smooth until the outskirts of San Juan, where the atmosphere of war became intense. There was only such a city in West Sadamoa, and the entire country
The political, economic and cultural centers of San Juan are all here. It is no exaggeration to say that whoever conquers San Juan conquers the world.
The car was speeding on the asphalt road. The corpses of soldiers who died in battle on both sides of the road had turned into giant shapes due to internal decay. The military boots on the feet of the corpses had been ripped off. A burned-out military vehicle fell into a ditch on the side of the road.
Traces of war can be seen everywhere, and everyone in the car is silent.
When they were still twenty kilometers away from San Juan, the Kaye soldiers stopped. In front of them was the defense line of the government troops. They had no choice but to send them here, but Li Jianguo was still sitting in the car.
"Are you going with us? Aren't you afraid of being caught by government troops?" Liu Ziguang asked.
"If you don't have the courage to do so, then don't mess around." Li Jianguo pressed the brim of his hat, winked and added: "Actually, my reputation is not that great. Don't think that you will stick to me at the gate of San Juan City.
Shadow graphics, wanted notices and the like.”
"Haha, it's a bit like entering the mountain city for the third time." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
Three months later, San Juan has not changed much. There are still sandbag fortifications in the middle of the street. Armored vehicles are parked on the roadside. Troops loyal to General Kuba guard the traffic arteries. Many shops and markets are closed. The streets are closed.
There was a depression last time.
Since they were all foreigners, they were not subject to much interrogation. When they arrived at the San Juan Hotel, they found that the original manager Paul was no longer there. After asking about it, they found out that the Wendu manager was accused of being a national traitor by General Kuba.
He was executed for the crime, and it is said that his body was hung on a telephone pole at the street corner for a whole week.
Liu Ziguang took off his sunhat and silently expressed condolences to Paul. People were coming and going in the hotel lobby. Who could remember this professional manager who selflessly protected more than a thousand refugees?
After arranging accommodation, Liu Ziguang took his land sales contract and a translator to the National Registration Office in Sissa Damoa and asked for a new land deed.
The state organs of San Juan have resumed operation. General Kuba deposed the parliament and appointed many government officials loyal to him. The National Registration Office is an agency under the Ministry of the Interior and is responsible for various asset changes and transactions nationwide.
Approval and registration, whether registering a company or buying and selling a house, must be handled at the National Registration Office.
There was a long queue outside the Ministry of Interior building. Hundreds of local residents were swarming at the gate of the fence under the scorching sun. They were wearing blue uniforms and maintaining order. When they saw the well-dressed Liu Ziguang and his party, they
Putting away the cane and politely asking, Liu Ziguang winked, and the translator handed over a few small West African CFA francs.
Money talks, and the treatment is naturally very different. The police put the foreign guests into the Ministry of Interior compound and pointed them in the direction of the Registration Office. Liu Ziguang led people to the entrance of the Registration Office and found that it was just an office.
There were two tables, a Chinese-made oscillating fan was humming, and two black officials in khaki short-sleeved hunting suits were sitting behind the tables playing cards.
The translator came forward to express his intention, and the official with the director's sign in front of him impatiently told them to come back tomorrow, and then continued playing cards.
The translator looked at Liu Ziguang helplessly and shook his head.
Liu Ziguang stepped forward, knocked on the table, and handed over the contract. The director glared at him angrily, and then saw the green banknotes in the contract. His face immediately changed, and he opened the contract and started browsing it casually.
Sweeping the fifty dollar bill into the drawer.
After reading it hastily, the director spoke. After chattering for a while, the translator said: "Something is wrong. He said that the title deed for this land had been issued just a week ago."
Liu Ziguang smiled, pulled up a chair and sat down in front of the director, and said close to his face: "Let's think of a way."
This sentence was said in Portuguese. The director saw a stack of US dollars exposed in his shirt pocket. He swallowed greedily, opened the drawer and rummaged through it. After rummaging for a long time, he couldn't find it. He ordered his subordinates again.
I opened the filing cabinet and searched, and after rummaging through two iron filing cabinets, I found the registration record from a week ago. The record stated that Wood Manor, as abandoned and ownerless land, had been sold to a man named Richard.
.Thorpe's Americans.
The director spread his hands and expressed that he was helpless. Liu Ziguang understood that someone had arrived first, but he was not discouraged. Instead, he patted the registration office clerk on the shoulder, pointed to the outside of the corridor, and motioned for him to go out for a walk.
The clerk looked at the director, who looked at Liu Ziguang's pocket, pursed his lips, and then the clerk went out obediently.
"That's it, Mr. Director, I would like to invite you to have dinner at the San Juan Hotel. I think you will not refuse." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.
The director pretended to be reserved: "I already have an appointment tonight."
"Really, that's a pity. I've also prepared some exquisite little gifts." Liu Ziguang said calmly.
"Maybe I can cancel the agreement." The director's eyes were still staring at Liu Ziguang's pocket containing US dollars.
"That's great. See you at seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Director." Liu Ziguang took a business card from his desk, took his contract back, and left with the translator.
After returning to the hotel to explain the situation, Hu Qingsong became anxious and said: "The other party's attempt to pull the plug is too shady. The land deed issued by the government has more legal effect than the contract in your hand. Who is this Richard Thorpe?
Why are they all underhanded tricks?"
Liu Ziguang sneered and said: "He has a good plan. I have a wall ladder. I want to fight with the Chinese, but the Americans are still young."
That evening, Mr. Hu Fei, the well-dressed Director of the National Registration Office, was invited to a banquet at the San Juan Hotel. Perhaps to show his official authority, or perhaps due to African habits, Mr. Hu Fei was an hour late.
The host was not unhappy at all because of Hu Fei's lateness. Instead, he enthusiastically welcomed him into the banquet hall. As soon as he entered the room, Hu Fei's eyes widened.
The long European-style table was covered with gleaming silver tableware and lit white candles. The polite waiter stood aside with his hands hanging down. The guests were all waiting at the table in formal attire. At this moment, the little registration officer felt like
He became a king himself.
The banquet began. All the dishes were the signature dishes of the San Juan Hotel, and the wine was also good French wine. However, Mr. Hu Fei obviously preferred to drink cold beer and Coca-Cola. He didn’t know how to use a fork, so he was busy clumsily for a long time.
After that, he simply gave up the tableware and started tearing the food with his hands. Not only did the guests not laugh at his vulgarity, but they also put down their knives and forks and used two small wooden roots.
The distance got closer, and after drinking three bottles of beer, Hu Fei asked impatiently: "Where is my gift?"
"Here, right there." Liu Ziguang clapped his hands, and the curtain at the end of the restaurant opened, revealing a scantily clad black girl dancing passionately.
Hu Fei's throat trembled and his eyes were dull. Liu Ziguang looked on coldly, then suddenly clapped his hands and the curtain closed again.
"Okay, let's get down to business. I need a copy of the land deed for Wood Manor." Liu Ziguang said straight to the point.
"Impossible, it's impossible for Wood Manor to have two land deeds. If the higher authorities check, I will be dead." Hu Fei shook his head quickly and said.
"Nothing is impossible. My Mr. Hu Fei, you just need to help me issue a land deed with the government's seal. I don't need to register it. As for the above check, I do have one."
Method, such as a fire..."
Hu Fei's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head and said, "What good do I do?"
"A sum of money is enough for you and your family to settle abroad. I think such a chaotic situation in West Sadamoya is definitely not suitable for the healthy growth of children. By the way, how old is Mr. Hu Fei's child?
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"My son is twelve years old." "Twelve years old, that is a dangerous age. You know, Africa is rich in boy scouts. A twelve-year-old child can just handle an AK47. I think you don't want yours to
My son was dragged by General Kuba to be used as cannon fodder." Liu Ziguang said seductively.
"Okay, I agree, but... about the fire..."
"I believe you can handle that yourself. Of course I can provide some free gasoline."