After the matter was settled, the wine became much more enjoyable. After the banquet, everyone fell asleep. However, Liu Ziguang came to the side of the ship alone, lit a cigarette facing the dark coastline, and suddenly there were footsteps behind him.
He shouted: "Who?"
Xiangdong walked out and explained: "I went to deliver food to the crew. They are all Chinese. It is not easy to make a living outside. I don't want to embarrass them... com"
Liu Ziguang nodded and said, "Let's find a suitable place to release them."
Chu Xiangdong faced the sea and lit a cigarette. Two sparks flashed on and off in the darkness. After a long time, he said: "Do you really promise us that you will retire after finishing this job?"
"What, you don't believe me?"
Chu Xiangdong smiled bitterly: "It's not that I don't believe it, it's that I can't believe it. I've been working in this business for a long time, and there is too much blood on my hands. I never thought that there would be a happy ending."
"Put down your butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately, believe me." Liu Ziguang said.
Chu Xiangdong didn't speak. He quietly smoked a cigarette before saying: "I miss home and my mother. If I don't die this time, I must take my mother out."
"Don't think so much, go back to sleep." Liu Ziguang patted his shoulder, turned around and returned to the cabin.
The night at sea was spent peacefully. In the dangerous land of Western Saddamoa, there was no safer place than living on a sea ship with the GPS locator removed. Early the next morning, they set out to
After intense work, all the lifeboats on the ship and the tribe's canoes were used to transport the goods in the containers from the sea ship to the land.
The ship's destination was originally Senegal. In addition to Liu Ziguang's five boxes of cargo, there were ten containers on board filled with textiles and plastic toys, as well as large quantities of bagged pasta and canned tomato sauce.
The black people worked happily. They were in the jungle all year round. They climbed up and down the rope ladder as nimbly as apes, loaded boxes of goods into canoes, rowed away excitedly and piled them on the shore, and then returned to the canoe.
I rushed back quickly to continue shipping the second wave.
There was no profit and it was early. It was precisely because Liu Ziguang promised to give half of the things he moved down to the tribe that these usually lazy black people worked so hard. Even the elderly, women, and children went shirtless. The entire beach was as busy as it was back then.
of Normandy.
On the deck, Liu Ziguang used wire cutters to open the door lock on the container door. A pile of stinky potatoes rolled out, revealing neatly stacked wooden boxes underneath. The box contained the Type 56 submachine gun that China had provided to Albania.
, but this kind of well-packaged weapon is just used as a disguise. Hidden behind it are a large number of war rags, rusty automatic rifles, old guns from World War II that can’t pull the bolt, and old civilian double-barreled shotguns.
, there are also quite a few machine guns and mortars with incomplete parts. If it were not for the poor condition, it could be a weapons museum.
The remaining four containers are all filled with this kind of goods. Since World War II, various countries have made light and heavy weapons, but there are not many of them that can be used. It seems that these garbage are leftovers from the Kosovo War and were originally intended to be destroyed in the incinerator.
, but it was sold to Liu Ziguang by Cooks as authentic arms.
Everyone looked at each other, no one expected that what they had gone through so much trouble to get was this kind of thing. To be honest, this kind of weapon had no use value except as a fire stick. Alexander fiddled with the scraps of copper and iron and picked out a weapon from it.
A 98k rifle with rotten wood. He skillfully pulled the bolt and looked at the chamber. He spat and said, "It's already a musket."
"Okay, transport all these junk ashore, I will be of use." Liu Ziguang clapped his hands and said. A black man holding a ketchup box passed by. When he saw these guns, his eyes suddenly glowed green and he murmured in native dialect.
As he spoke, no one could understand what he said, but everyone could clearly see the envy in his eyes.
Liu Ziguang grabbed the black man, pointed at the firearms in the container, and then pointed at the coast. The obvious gesture made the black man almost jump up with excitement. He threw away the ketchup in his hand, picked up a bunch of broken guns and climbed down.
After getting up the rope ladder, in a short time, I saw that the efficiency of all the black people had doubled. The area from the beach to the cargo ship was boiling. The entire tribe mobilized, like tireless worker ants, and moved the ship almost at the speed of wind and clouds.
Everything they were allowed to move was moved ashore.
"Oh my god, they say black people are lazy and Chinese people are diligent. I think the black people here are more than ten times more diligent than the Chinese." Dongfang Ke took off his sun hat and wiped the cold sweat on his face and said, and the others also followed
My mouth was wide open and I couldn't close it. You must know that this is dozens of tons of cargo. It was all transported by people and boats without any mechanical facilities. It was able to be transported in a short time. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, who would
I can't believe it either.
When the sun set, the waterline of the cargo ship had risen a lot, and all the cargo was moved to the shore. The black people even threw a twenty-foot-long fiberglass container into the sea, trying to transport this big thing ashore to use as a house.
, unfortunately, they failed. The water-filled container quickly sank to the bottom, and the angry black people gave up the idea.
On the beach at night, supplies pile up like mountains, and tribal leaders gather together to sing and dance to celebrate the harvest. Colorful cheap clothes, plastic slippers, and artificial jewelry are all favorites of black people, and of course they are the most popular.
It’s still that bunch of advanced weapons from Europe.
The tribal warriors headed by Lang Biao guarded these junks loyally. Liu Ziguang promised to distribute these weapons to them, but the specific conditions were still being negotiated. Lang Biao's father was the tribal chief and was sitting with the high priest at this time.
Around Liu Ziguang, they talked about things while drinking, and the translator was still Dongfang Ke.
In fact, the Wendu tribe in Wood Manor is already semi-civilized. The chief can even speak some simple Portuguese. After hundreds of years of colonial rule, the tribesmen certainly know the power of European guns, so when Liu Ziguang proposed
Whenever any conditions were met, they would agree without hesitation. In fact, Liu Ziguang did not have any excessive demands. He just asked them to protect his manor territory.
"I swear to you, dear sir, the safety of the manor is as important as our lives. Our tribe will defend every inch of the territory to the death!" The chief patted his chest and made an oath to Liu Ziguang, and the soldiers also
He screamed and showed off his bravery and good fighting skills.
Liu Ziguang nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand, and personally presented a submachine gun in good condition to Lang Biao. Lang Biao imitated the posture of European soldiers and saluted Liu Ziguang, then raised the submachine gun and shouted
, the sound penetrated the night, passed through the jungle, and floated over Wood Manor.
"I finally understand. The boss is the landlord and they are tenants. The boss is arming the tenants to deal with the government." Chu Xiangdong lit a cigarette and said with a smile.
"I think it's like the Production and Construction Corps over there. The boss is hiding his troops from the people. This is a very cruel move." Zhang Baiqiang actually showed a smile on his cold face.
"Boss, do you think we should go with him or not?" Crow suddenly asked.
"Fuck! The boss is a person who does big things. He can't suffer any loss with him." Zhang Baiqiang stamped out the cigarette butt and said harshly.
…
After handling the affairs of the manor, Liu Ziguang took Dongfang Ke and Alexander on the sea ship, weighed anchor and sailed away. This time the destination was the Republic of Benin not far to the north. After sailing for a day and night, the ship arrived at the sea off Benin. Everyone abandoned it.
Leave the boat and land by speedboat.
Half an hour after they left, the door to the bottom cabin was opened. The disgraced sailors climbed out one after another and frightenedly checked the ship. They found that except for all the cargo, the ship was intact. They breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone cried with joy and cried in their arms.
After landing in Benin, Liu Ziguang first found his old friend Mulligan and asked him to help stamp Benin's entry stamp on everyone's passports, then purchased a ticket to Tunisia, and then transferred from Tunisia to London.
…
The cold winter in London made Bobbie quite uncomfortable. After sneezing hard, he took out a handkerchief from the pocket of his tweed suit and wiped his nose. His British secretary, an aquiline man in his thirties,
The man with the nose politely said I wish you good health, and Bobby said thank you coldly. In fact, he hated the guy Thorpe arranged for him, but for the sake of fifty thousand pounds a month, he
I have to accept this arrangement.
Little Arthur ran over panting and handed over a copy of The Times. As a gentleman, the indispensable things when going out are an umbrella and a copy of The Times. Naturally, His Highness Bobby was not immune to this.
A polished Rolls-Royce sedan slowly drove over and stopped at the door of the hotel. The driver got out and opened the rear door. His Highness quickly stepped forward and got in. The secretary and servant also got into the car immediately, and the Rolls-Royce sedan
Heading towards the Royal Shakespeare Theater in London's West End.
His Royal Highness Bobby was going to see a show. Although he was a prince, the style and standard of royal life had not declined at all. The 50,000 pounds of living expenses paid by Thorpe every month were completely spent by him at the beginning of the month, so that he had to
The overdraft of next month's expenses made Mr. Thorpe very unhappy, but His Royal Highness Bobby was also very unhappy because he thought the contract was unfair to him.
The contract stipulates that the development rights of all natural resources and mineral deposits in West Sadamoa belong to Mr. Thorpe's mining company. The economic benefits generated by the minerals are split between the company and His Highness Bobby's government. The company takes the majority share, and His Highness and him
The people can only take small heads.
Bobby had studied at a British university and was not the kind of ignorant African warlord, so he quickly understood how much he had suffered. Thorpe, a cunning guy, only used a measly £50,000 a month.
He was deceived, which made him angry and ashamed.
"Your Highness, the latest news is that Colonel Faulkner's army has captured the airport on the outskirts of San Juan. Cuba has no way to escape. It won't be long before His Highness can return to the country to rule." The hook-nosed secretary said,
In fact, he is equivalent to the liaison person sent by Thorpe to inform His Highness of the battle situation ahead.
"Where have my 2nd Royal Brigade advanced?" Bobby asked proudly.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I forgot to tell you that your Second Brigade suffered heavy casualties in the bombing by the government forces the day before yesterday and has lost contact." The secretary said expressionlessly, and after a second, he added: "