Today's San Juan is still in chaos. The government forces can only control a few key points in the city and are helpless against the former Wendu soldiers hiding everywhere. When Kuba was in exile, he had thousands of weapons in the general's arsenal.
It was distributed to the public just to create the chaos today.
The telephone program-controlled switchboard was broken, the mobile communication room was also blown up, communication relies on radio and satellite phones, the power plant was blown up, and the core components need to be imported from Europe. It will take at least a few months to repair it, and even if it is repaired, it will not be put into use.
Use, because the country's gasoline and diesel reserves are running low, not to mention generating electricity, and even cars can't be refueled.
Sissadamoa was originally a small agricultural country, earning limited foreign exchange from exporting rubber. Its annual gross national product was not even as good as that of a town in a developed country. As early as the old king's reign, the country was already barren and had to rely on borrowing to finance its operations.
Later, Kuba stole the power. In order to fight the civil war, he imposed excessive taxes at home and made crazy loans to the outside world. Now the Martin cabinet is left with not only an empty treasury, but also a pile of foreign debt.
The entire country's finances have collapsed, banks have closed, shops have stopped operating, and the Western Saddamoa peso has become worthless waste paper. What is circulating on the black market are U.S. dollars, euros, West African CFA francs and various foods, and the strongest
Hard currency is not dollars, but bullets.
What is even more frightening is that San Juan is already on the verge of famine. Due to the impact of the war, foreign ships dare not dock at the port of San Juan. The country has no money to import food and cannot transport it in. The number of food in San Juan is
One hundred thousand people are facing the threat of starvation. This is no small matter. With hundreds of thousands of hungry people, weapons and ammunition everywhere, and rebels ready to move, San Juan is like a city on the crater.
The top priority was to import food to appease the people. The Martin cabinet took action immediately, but the treasury was empty. Even the money for sending mercenaries was advanced by Liu Ziguang. The young cabinet prime minister was at a loss what to do, but Liu Ziguang reminded him that Sissa Damoa was a
In a tropical country rich in bananas, it would be strange if someone could starve to death.
As a result, a vigorous banana-picking campaign began. Government troops mobilized thousands of people to harvest bananas in suburban banana orchards, with the government footing the bill.
There are large plantations near San Juan. Although they have been abandoned, the banana trees are still growing vigorously. There are large bunches of bananas on each tree. Because no one is harvesting, many bananas fall to the ground and rot.
Thousands of hungry people flocked to the banana plantations and began a carnival-like harvesting operation. Thousands of acres of banana plantations were enough to alleviate the threat of famine, but to fundamentally solve the problem, we still had to rely on imported food.
The convoy from Wood Manor arrived at the San Juan Hotel. The truck was filled with pasta and tomato sauce. This was the by-product of the last time Zhang Baiqiang and the others robbed the freighter. The tribe had been eating this stuff every day for several months.
It makes me want to vomit when I see the pasta packaging bag, but for the majority of San Juan citizens, this is the supreme delicacy from Europe.
Chen Martin ordered the army to set up loudspeakers in the controlled area and issue announcements to citizens to exchange weapons for food. A rifle can be exchanged for a box of food, and a box of bullets can be exchanged for a bag of noodles. The effect is good after a few days. As a temporary
In the courtyard of the San Juan Hotel of the headquarters, various broken guns and ammunition were piled up like a hill.
Although the civil war is still going on, with sporadic gunfights breaking out in the city of San Juan from time to time, the overall situation has been decided. Chen Martin's performance also made everyone look at this young and somewhat excessive prime minister with admiration. Hu Qingsong generously donated money to lend to Sisa
The interim government of Damoa spent one million US dollars to buy 10,000 tons of grain from Canada to meet the immediate needs, and also urgently imported fuel and non-staple food from overseas. As for port expansion, power plants, and the upgrading of communication systems, they were also mentioned on the schedule.
superior.
In general, Prime Minister Martin has done a good job. Neighboring countries do not want to live next to a neighbor who is always at war. Gabon, Cameroon, Equatorial Guinea, Angola and other countries have re-sent envoys and relief supply convoys to San Juan.
, some food and medicine were sent over. Although the symbolic significance is greater than the practical significance, it is already very satisfying.
The airport ruins have almost been cleared. Hu Qingsong's Gulfstream G550 was not seriously damaged and can return to the blue sky after simple repairs. The situation in Sissa Damoa is developing in a good direction. Foreign investors such as Liu Ziguang can leave with confidence.
Already.
Prime Minister Martin went to the airport to say goodbye in person. After the Gulfstream passenger plane hovered over San Juan International Airport for three weeks, it flew to the far east. On the plane, everyone started chatting. Hu Qingsong asked Liu Ziguang: "I'm confused, how do you know Martin?"
This young man can be the prime minister, so many people insist on appointing him."
Liu Ziguang said: "First of all, I am not appointing him. I am suggesting to the king that he be appointed as interim prime minister."
"Pull him down, you still have a suggestion. I think the way little Arthur looks at you is almost the same as his son." Zhao Hui teased from the side.
Liu Ziguang smiled and continued: "You probably have no idea how Chen Martin and I met. At that time, he was still a thief. Yes, he was a thief who stole things. His passport expired. He was stranded in Guangzhou and mingled at the bottom of society, selling cheap commodities.
, bartender, cheating, and has never done anything except murder and arson. Just imagine, a black man who has been hanging out in a place like Guangzhou for several years, how can a small San Juan defeat him? "
Everyone nodded and praised it for what it was.
At the same time, a briefing on the situation in West Africa was placed on the desk of the Under Secretary of State at the State Department in Washington. In the dozens of pages of the report, only a small space was used to mention the interim government in San Juan, and it was noted that
The new prime minister has a strong Chinese background.
The deputy secretary of state, who was busy with everything, was mainly focused on North Africa and the Arab world where the revolutionary wave was in full swing. How could he have the energy to take care of the affairs of a small country in West Africa? Besides, it was not just a year or two for the Chinese to run Africa, so he hastily
I glanced at it and turned the page.
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When Liu Ziguang and others were fighting a bloody battle in San Juan, it was the beginning of the domestic summer vacation. Universities, middle schools and primary schools were on holiday. The students who had been bound for a semester flew out of the campus like happy birds. The girls' dormitory downstairs of Beiqing University
, a taxi was waiting quietly. After a while, Wen Xue and Lu Jin came down from upstairs with their luggage, chatting and laughing and got into the taxi. Han Bing, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and smiled.
: "Wen Xue, are you bringing so much luggage?"
"Yes, I bought gifts for my father and uncles." Xiaoxue replied.
The taxi arrived in front of the train station. The three of them got out of the car and walked into the waiting room in a long line carrying large and small luggage, waiting for the train bound for Jiangbei City. This summer, Han Bing planned to visit Wen Xue's house.
Lu Jin wanted to go with him when he had nothing to do. Wen Xue originally wanted to object, but couldn't stand the two people's repeated bombardment, so he had to agree. Moreover, Xue Danping also knew about this. Not only did she not object, but she also supported it. She originally wanted to buy it for them.
Air tickets or a car could be sent directly to Jiangbei, but Han Bing said he wanted to experience life, so he just bought ordinary train tickets for them.
Three young college students were sitting on the train going south. They were laughing and laughing all the way, causing the people sitting next to them to turn their heads to watch from time to time. It is no wonder that others were watching. Wen Xue and Han Bing were sitting together, they were like golden boys and girls. Although Lu Jin did not
Wen Xue is so eye-catching, but she is also a beautiful woman with first-class figure and appearance. Wherever the three of them sit, the whole carriage becomes more beautiful.
After the train speed increased, the time from the capital to Jiangbei was greatly shortened. The original journey of more than ten hours now took five hours. It was exactly four o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived at Jiangbei Railway Station. The sun was still high in the sky.
The man stood in front of Jiangbei Railway Station Square with his luggage, carefully looking at this typical second-tier mainland city.
The square in front of the station is full of taxis, small hotels and private long-distance buses with solicitors holding paper signs to greet guests enthusiastically. Both sides of the square are full of shops selling pirated audio and video products and discounted goods. In the small alleys, there are hotels.
The signboard and the neon lights of the shampoo room, and a dozen tricycle drivers squatted under the railway freight window.
"This is Jiangbei, Xiaoxue's hometown." Han Bing thought silently in his heart.
Lu Jin looked around and wondered: "Xiaoxue, why is no one picking you up?"
"My father is not in good health, so I didn't ask him to pick him up. I can just go back by myself. By the way, how do you plan to live here?" Wen Xue said.
Lu Jin said: "I can live with you. As for Mr. Bing, you can stay in a five-star hotel." He pointed to a small hotel called "Five-Star Hotel" next to the train station.
The three of them all laughed. It was still early and they were not too busy thinking about accommodation. They called a taxi and drove to Jiangwan New Village, where Wen Xue's family is located.
Half an hour later, the taxi drove to the downstairs of Wen Xue's house. The community was in disrepair, the roads were dilapidated, the greening was poor, and there was garbage everywhere. There was a billiard table in front of the building, and a few arrogant people.
The young man was playing billiards shirtless. When he saw two beauties getting out of the taxi, their eyes were immediately attracted. After recognizing Wen Xue, they actually dropped their cue and ran over, immediately attracting Han Bing and Lu Jin.
Very nervous.
"Sister Xue, I'm back. Let me help you carry it." A boy snatched the travel bag from Wen Xue's hand and ran upstairs. The other people couldn't help but take the luggage from Han Bing and Lu Jin's hands.
, the enthusiasm was unbearable. Han Bing and Lu Jin looked at Wen Xue suspiciously, and Wen Xue chuckled: "They are so kind. They helped me when I moved."
"The underworld princess really deserves her reputation." Han Bing sighed secretly. He had a premonition that this trip to Jiangbei might yield unexpected gains.