The terminal building was a decoration task undertaken by a Chinese construction company. The magnificent interior decoration is comparable to that of Pudong Airport. Through the glass curtain wall, you can see on the scaffolding outside, Chinese workers with yellow skin and dark eyes are hard at work.
Working hard.
After leaving the terminal, the African sun was extremely hot, and the white sun shone brightly. Everyone reached for their sunglasses from their pockets in unison, and a station wagon drove up. A man got out of the car and greeted him warmly: "
Mr. Hu, welcome to West Africa."
The visitor was Liu Yuhang, the project manager of the terminal construction unit. The winning bid for this project was entirely due to Hu Qingsong's operation. So when he heard that Hu Qingsong was going to fly over, he waited outside the airport an hour in advance. When he saw Liu Ziguang standing behind Hu Qingsong
Then, he became even more excited: "Mr. Liu, you are here too."
Liu Ziguang's reputation was well known to the people of West Saddamoa. Liu Yuhang was so impressed by the local people that he admired him even more. He invited everyone to get on the Yutong bus with the name of the construction company painted on it. The bus was fully air-conditioned and everyone found their seats.
After sitting down, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove toward downtown San Juan along the new and wide asphalt road.
The efficiency of the Chinese engineering team is very high. The road was still being built when we last came here, but now it has become smooth. The black asphalt road is painted with yellow and white guide arrows, and there are huge signboards on the roadside. If it weren't for the two sides of the road,
The endless primeval forests can actually make people feel like they are in a developed country.
The road from the airport to the city was very smooth, and there were not many vehicles on the road. Soon we entered the city. The streets of San Juan were very lively. There were huge posters and slogans everywhere. Liu Ziguang pointed to a poster with a big smile on his face.
The mixed-race man said: “Isn’t he Jose, the former ambassador to China?”
Liu Yuhang introduced: "I am no longer a diplomat now. I have established the Liberal Democratic Party to promote the democratization process and conduct a referendum to elect a new cabinet to replace the previous interim cabinet."
Liu Ziguang asked: "How will Prime Minister Martin respond?"
"What else can be done? Prime Minister Martin is also afraid of international public opinion, so now the two parties are waging an election campaign with great fanfare, canvassing votes, attacking opponents, and using all possible means."
"So who has the upper hand?"
"It's hard to say. The prime minister has the power and the soldiers, and Jose is not simple. The upper class in San Juan are following him. It is said that he has foreign support behind him, so Martin doesn't dare to play hard. Now
It depends on the results of the general election.”
Hu Qingsong sarcastically said: "In a kingdom where half of the country is in a primitive state, the politicians are all Montesquieu's disciples. I don't know whether it is a disaster or a blessing."
Liu Yuhang asked: "What do you think of Mr. Hu?"
Hu Qingsong said: "There is no soil for democracy in Western Saddamoa. It has always been a rotation system between elders and kings. The so-called members are composed of highly respected tribal elders. Although the system is backward, it is relatively stable. The intellectual class that emerged after the war
Unwilling to lose power, he attempts to use democratic means to gain dominance in the country. Prime Minister Martin, who started his career with a gun, is bound to be unwilling to give up power. Coupled with this country's rich iron ore resources and national hatred that has lasted for hundreds of years,
, it is simply a large gunpowder magazine, and the so-called election is a trigger, which will lead to unrest no matter which party comes to power."
Liu Yuhang smiled and didn't say anything. Hu Qingsong's words were a bit alarmist. Although these were all facts, there were other factors that he had not taken into consideration. It turned out that Sissadamoa was just a small and barren country in West Africa, and nothing that happened would be ignored.
People are paying attention. Now it is a star country in West Africa. One of the five permanent members of the Security Council has invested tens of billions of dollars here. How can it tolerate the existence of unrest?
The car arrived at the San Juan Hotel, where the prosperity and luxury of the colonial period had been restored. The black waiters in neat uniforms politely helped the guests carry their luggage in. When Liu Ziguang showed his passport at the front desk, he immediately
There was a commotion, and a large group of black waiters came over, holding cheap Chinese-made mobile phones and asking to take photos with him.
The hotel lobby was filled with a large number of construction workers and business people from China, as well as some European and American people. They all looked at Liu Ziguang surrounded by waiters with great interest, but anything can happen in this magical land of Africa.
, half a minute later these people's attention turned elsewhere.
The front desk clerk took out a black plastic box and put it on the counter and said to Liu Ziguang: "Sir, this is what you store here."
"Thank you." Just as Liu Ziguang was about to reach for the box, he was snatched away by a waiter. A group of people followed Liu Ziguang into the elevator, shouting and swarming. Hu Qingsong and the others were still standing pitifully at the front desk waiting to check in.
The San Juan Hotel has always reserved a set of luxurious rooms for Liu Ziguang. The floor and orientation are the best. The window is the blue sea. Liu Ziguang put the box on the bed and opened it. Inside were two GLOCK18 fully automatic pistols, and
It comes with a matching large-capacity magazine. He is no longer the general manager of Red Star Company. In a place like West Sadamoa, it is impossible not to have a gun on him.
After preparing the firearms, Liu Ziguang changed into tropical clothes, went downstairs with Hu Qingsong and the others, and took the bus provided by Liu Yuhang to go to the palace to visit the little king.
The road from the Grand Hotel to the Palace was even more congested. From time to time, you could see parade crowds and speech platforms. Candidates in suits and ties stood on the stage and roared with electric speakers. The audience cheered, sang and danced from time to time.
After finally arriving at the gate of the palace, the guards had received the notification, opened the door and let the passenger car in. Before meeting His Majesty the King, everyone had to go through security checks. They were not allowed to carry weapons, not even a two-inch fruit knife.
, but the guards turned a blind eye to the two powerful automatic pistols on Liu Ziguang's body.
"Why can you carry a gun, but we can't even carry nail clippers?" Hu Qingsong asked knowingly.
Liu Ziguang smiled: "This is called going to the palace with swords and shoes. We have this qualification, and you will not envy us."
Little Arthur had already been waiting for them at the entrance of the main hall of the palace. He was still very cordial when he saw Liu Ziguang, just like a child meeting his father after a long separation. The eyes of Liu Yuhang and other Chinese-funded enterprise personnel almost fell out. Rumors are rumors, but seeing it with your own eyes
The feeling is still different. It is not easy for a Chinese to achieve this level. It seems that I must hold on to Mr. Liu’s thick legs in the future. Contracts will definitely come rolling in.
Just when the little king was receiving everyone, a guard officer in a white military uniform quietly walked to a quiet place, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, saying in Chinese that no one else could understand: "Dad, Liu Ziguang is here."
In a mansion in San Juan City, Mr. Jose, chairman of the Western Saddamoa Liberal Democratic Party, calmly put down the phone and said to a room full of well-dressed guests: "Gentlemen, the election is about to begin. Our mission is very sacred.
The history of Saddamoa is full of suffering. It has been exploited and squeezed by Western colonists for hundreds of years. Now in the 21st century, the era of freedom and democracy, Saddamoa absolutely needs a democratically elected government, not an elected government.
That’s what happened in the Middle Ages. This historical responsibility rests on everyone’s shoulders. Do you have the confidence to win this election? Together we can pull this country out of the abyss!”
"Have confidence!" Everyone shouted with their necks stretched out, their eyes full of fighting spirit and hope. Looking at their elegant suits, leather shoes, and pampered fingers, you could tell that their profession was either a doctor, a lawyer, or a university professor.
of upper class people.
"Very well, let me ask my campaign assistant, Mr. Alfonso Perez, to tell you about the use of campaign funds."
Alfonso Perez is a native African American. His father used to be a colonel in the Portuguese colonial army. After the revolution broke out, he immigrated to the United States. Alfonso was born in New York and is a successful businessman.
After the massacre, he organized fund-raising in the United States many times. After the political situation stabilized, he returned to Western Saddamoa and became a citizen. He also set up several businesses in San Juan. Jose's campaign funds accounted for 90% of the total.
It was all provided by him, and in return, Jose appointed him as his deputy. After the successful election, he was the candidate for deputy prime minister.
Alfonso does not speak Portuguese, but the elites here are all well-educated and understand his American English.
This campaign aide from the United States has Obama's charm in his movements, which complements Jose's Chinese wisdom and generosity. His young face is full of justice and courage.
After a lot of talk and passionate talk, the elites were full of morale and fighting spirit. They took boxes of West African CFA francs and West African pesos, said goodbye to Mr. Jose, and rushed to their posts, to the tribes and to the grasslands.
, went to the streets, alleys, and every corner of Western Saddamoa to promote democracy and progress.
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In the palace, after the audience ceremony, King Arthur asked his attendants to take the guests to the restaurant, but left Liu Ziguang alone.
"Godfather, what do you think of the upcoming popular election?" Although the king is young, he is also worried about the raging campaign on the street outside.
Liu Ziguang pondered for a moment and said: "There is a proverb in China that says that good scriptures are misread by crooked monks. National elections are the general trend, but if they are reduced to a tool in political struggle, it will not be a blessing to the people. I think Sisa
The political situation in Damoa has become a struggle between the elite represented by Jose and the grassroots led by Martin. No matter which party wins the election, it will be the beginning of war."
Little Arthur said worriedly: "Godfather, what should I do?"
Liu Ziguang said: "My child, you don't need to do anything. You have to believe that the one who wins in the end will be the one who loves this country deeply."