Yun Bing looked at the slightly bustling street outside the car, her eyes slightly red, paused, and continued: "The United States is the country with the largest consumption of tantalum. In 1997, the consumption reached 500 tons, of which 60
% is used to produce tantalum capacitors, and the U.S. Department of Defense Logistics Department is the largest owner of tantalum metal. At one time, it bought out one-third of the world's tantalum powder. Under the control of Western countries, last year, the Democratic Republic of the Congo and
Rwanda's total tantalum concentrate production accounts for 70% of global production."
"In order to control the sources of these minerals, they indirectly funded local armed forces. The civil war that lasted for 15 years has claimed the lives of 5 million people and at least 300,000 women were raped. As long as Western countries continue to purchase these minerals, local warlords will always have money.
If you buy arms and have a gun in your hand, you can force civilians to mine ore by any means, forming a 'vicious cycle'."
"Then in order to respond to the United Nations' call for assistance, those Western countries took the blood-stained money they earned from here and acted as good people and God to assist the people here. Do you think this is not very good?
Satire?"
Ironic? Yes, very ironic, very ironic! So damn ironic!
Qi Fan's hand holding the steering wheel tightened, and the joints were highlighted and turned slightly white. He knew very well that there was no fabrication in anything Yun Bing said just now, and they were all solid facts.
Yun Bing looked at the SLR camera hanging around his neck and said: "In recent years, many photography enthusiasts and reporters have spontaneously come to Africa, using their words and lenses to describe the situation here from the most realistic perspective.
Let the whole world see it. In the past three years, I have traveled from Central Africa to West Africa, from West Africa to South Africa, and from South Africa to East Africa. I have used my lens to record everything I saw."
Yun Bing took out a photo from his pocket and handed it to Qi Fan. The photo showed a very beautiful foreign woman, very young, about 24 or 25 years old. The photo was taken in front of an Angel Rescue Station.
In the open space, behind the foreign woman, are a group of local black children. Although the clothes they wear are old clothes, they are washed very clean. Their eyes are very clean, and there is a little curiosity in their bright eyes.
A little afraid, but more hopeful for the future.
Yun Bing took the photo back and introduced: "Her name is Jane. Her father is an executive of Goldman Sachs Group in the United States. Originally, her life was supposed to be doing a not-too-heavy job, and she had enough free time to spend time with her friends.
Go shopping, drink afternoon tea, talk about the latest clothes and bags in the world, plan where to travel and spend vacations. These are the lives that most people envy, Jane can get them, and it's easy
You can get it.”
"Jane was supposed to be a princess who was envied by many people, but she gave up her wealthy life and came to Africa with a camera on her back. As a freelance journalist, she recorded the current situation of the people here."
"What happened to her later?" Qi Fan asked Yun Bing. Qi Fan vaguely felt that what Yun Bing said was a sad thing.
"died."
Yun Bing said in a hoarse voice: "Just a week before I returned to China this time, she died. She found out that the person in charge of the local Angel Rescue Station was related to a local armed force, and secretly sent her to the Angel Rescue Station.
The children were sold out. Jane secretly followed the person in charge of the Angel Rescue Station, hoping to expose his dirty deeds. Unfortunately, his whereabouts were exposed midway and he was arrested. Three days later, Jane's body was dumped in the sky.
At the door of the rescue station, she was gang-raped to death by those armed men. Her eyes were full of horror. I and several other freelance reporters buried her together. During the time we were together,
, Jane told us that if one day, she had an accident, she would be buried in this red land, and we respected her choice. I have never dared to tell my family about this, because they will definitely be upset if they know about it.
Will prevent me from ever setting foot in Africa again."
"I apologize for saying that you are willful." Qi Fan said to Yun Bing: "As long as we are still in Africa, there will be no problems with your safety. I can guarantee you this!"
"This is more or less the attitude of an elite of the Longyin Army." Yun Bing turned to look at Qi Fan and said.
The corners of Qi Fan's mouth twitched slightly and he muttered in a low voice: "I am an elite to begin with."
"But I have never seen such a timid elite." Yun Bing choked, and she emphasized the word "timid" very hard.
Sun Tao, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, said with some gloating: "Bingren, your reputation is completely ruined now."
"Shut up!" Qi Fan glanced at Sun Tao in the car's interior mirror and said, "How about we go down and practice and see who is the coward!"
"Forget it, I can't beat you!" Sun Tao shook his head directly and said: "You are like a mad dragon. When you fight, you are like a madman. Whoever fights you will be unlucky!"
The jeep drove along the street in the direction of the "Caesar" nightclub. The closer it got to the "Caesar" nightclub, the busier the streets became, and the number of vehicles and pedestrians on the road gradually increased.
"This place has become like this, and they actually still have the heart to come here to have fun." Sun Tao looked at the prostitutes on the street who were holding the scantily clad woman and putting their hands on her body, shaking his head and sighing.
"No matter what happens here, there will be many people like this." Yun Bing seemed to be used to this, and said: "Don't forget, even during the Second World War, those who were burned by the war
Our country also has no shortage of prostitutes and clients.”
At this moment, Qi Fan suddenly braked and stopped the car, staring intently at the car parked in front of the "Caesar" nightclub.
"What's wrong?" Yun Bing asked in confusion.
"Luturu!" Qi Fan said, staring at the figure who got off the car and walked to the "Caesar" nightclub.
Yun Bing looked toward the door of the "Caesar" nightclub, and sure enough she saw Lutulu. Although Lutulu had changed out of his original camouflage uniform, Yun Bing still recognized him at a glance.
Yun Bing quickly picked up the camera hanging around her neck, faced Luturu who was walking into the door of the nightclub, pressed the shutter continuously, and took a set of photos.
"Shall we follow up and have a look?" Yun Bing said to Qi Fan, her tone a little excited.
"You just go in with your camera hanging like this?" Qi Fan glanced at Yun Bing and said, "Aren't you afraid of being arrested as soon as you enter?"
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