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Chapter 313 The Song of Blood and Fire (5)

Although it has been a long time since the Afghan War ended, this Central Asian country has never achieved real peace. Different armed forces are entrenched, and frictions and battles between them are extremely frequent.

As the capital of Afghanistan, the situation in Kabul is much safer. Especially in the inner city area where government departments and foreign embassies and consulates are concentrated, the living order and security situation are relatively good.

After Gao Jing sent Miles to the French Embassy, ​​he went to a nearby hotel.

When checking in, Gao Jing encountered a little trouble.

He does not have any valid documents, so under normal circumstances, he cannot go through the formalities at the counter.

Gao Jing was well prepared for this and directly handed the front desk staff several hundred-yuan bills: "My ID was stolen. Can you use this to prove my identity?"

Due to the long-term war, Afghanistan's economy has already collapsed. Although the country's currency is still circulating in the country, the real hard currency is the Maidan and gold.

Rooms in this hotel are paid in Maiyuan, and the price is not cheap.

The staff at the hotel front desk stared intently.

The salary he can get from working here for three or four months is only this much.

The young staff member looked around, took the banknote from Gao Jing's hand as quickly as possible, rubbed the banknote skillfully with his fingers, and then said in fluent English: "I am happy to serve you.

gentlemen."

After he completed the formalities for Gao Jing, he suddenly lowered his voice and asked, "Sir, do you need a replacement ID?"

"Um?"

Gao Jing remained calm: "What I need is not a counterfeit product."

Gao Jing said that his ID was lost, which was undoubtedly a lie.

The front desk clerk certainly knew this.

But for Mai Yuan's sake, not only would he not expose it, he would also help cover it up.

Gao Jing didn't expect that the other party actually had such a way.

"certainly."

The front desk staff smiled mysteriously: "If you need it, a helpful gentleman will come to visit you later."

Gao Dingding nodded: "I'm looking forward to it."

He really needs a real and valid document to facilitate his activities in the city.

This hotel staff is not a liar.

Just as night fell, there was a gentle knock on the door of the guest room where Gao Jing stayed.

The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a suit and carrying a suitcase. Judging from his appearance, he must be a local.

He smiled and took off the hat on his head, and introduced himself politely: "Hello, Mr. Qiaoande, I am Abu Abiq, please forgive me for disturbing you."

Seeing Gao Jing's true appearance, the middle-aged man's eyes flashed with surprise.

After all, tall and burly men like Gao Jing are very rare.

But he didn't show the slightest fear or apprehension.

Seems very confident.

"Hello, Mr. Abby."

Gao Jing smiled and said, "Come in and talk."

Judging from the other party's dress and mannerisms, Gao Jing estimated that he must be a broker of considerable status.

"Just call me Abu."

The middle-aged man bowed slightly and walked into the room carrying the box.

Gao Jing booked a suite. Although the decoration was old and simple, the bedroom and living room were separated. The man named Abu sat down on the sofa in the small living room and put the box on the coffee table.

Gao Jing sat down opposite him, picked up the bottle and poured him a glass of whiskey.

"Macallan?"

Abu was very surprised and looked at the exquisite yet gorgeous wine bottle in Gao Jing's hand with some disbelief.

The Macallan is one of the most prestigious whiskey brands, and the bottle in Gao Jing’s hand is a limited edition 50-year-old single malt whiskey, with a market price of at least MYR 30,000!

This broker often frequents middle- and upper-class situations and has a certain knowledge of whiskey.

So I was shocked by Gao Jing's wealth.

This is not a five-star luxury hotel in New York City or Edo. The presence of such an expensive bottle of whiskey feels really weird, even incredible.

You know, in Afghanistan and Kabul, 30,000 Maid can buy a lot of lives!

And looking at Gao Jing's demeanor, whiskey worth tens of thousands of dollars is just his daily drink.

Abu's inner evaluation of Gao Jing suddenly rose by more than one level.

But at the same time, he couldn't figure out Gao Jing's identity at all, so he couldn't help but be cautious.

It's not that he's afraid that Gao Jing will be disadvantageous to him, but that he's worried that he might accidentally offend Gao Jing.

"Mr. Abu."

Gao Jing picked up his glass, took a sip of whiskey, and asked straight to the point: "I heard that you have a way to get a real identity document, right?"

Abu woke up and said, "Of course!"

That's exactly what he came for.

This Abu Abiq can provide Gao Jing with a complete set of Afghan identity documents, including a high-level passport that allows him to travel abroad, and even a birth certificate.

Guaranteed to be 100% authentic!

After Gao Jing listened, he asked: "How much do I need to pay for this?"

Abu licked his lips subconsciously.

Those who drink the 50-year-old Macallan as a daily drink are a sure bet.

He instinctively wanted to shout out a high price.

However, Gao Jing's half-smiling eyes gave this bold and sinister broker an inexplicable chill. He felt like he was being stared at by a fierce tiger, and he couldn't help but tremble with fear.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally uttered a few words with difficulty: "Twenty thousand Maiyuan."

Not enough for a bottle of wine.

Gao Jing smiled, reached out and grabbed a stack of banknotes from under the coffee table and threw it on the suitcase: "I'll give you 30,000 yuan. This is the deposit. Once the deal is done, I'll pay the rest."

In the past, Gao Jing seized a large amount of dollars and gold from the treasure house of the Hellcat gang leader.

He kept the black money in his storage space and basically never touched it.

It just comes in handy now.

After a pause, he said to Abu who looked surprised: "I'm not short of money, but I really don't like others to lie to me."

As he spoke, Gao Jing picked up the copper plate placed on the coffee table and shaped it into a copper ball.

This copper plate has a diameter of thirty to forty centimeters and a thickness of about one centimeter. In Gao Jing's hands, it is like plasticine and can be kneaded at will!

Throwing the heavy copper ball in his hand, he smiled and said, "Do you understand?"

Abu felt awe-struck and quickly replied: "I understand."

"Then so be it."

Gao Jing extended his hand to the other party: "I have been living here for the past few days. Please help me get my documents as soon as possible."

"Please rest assured."

Abu shook hands with Gao Jing respectfully and tremblingly: "It can be completed in two days at most."

Under normal circumstances, the speed is not so fast, but with Gao Jing paying 30,000 yuan, the efficiency is naturally very different.

Then, Abu opened the suitcase he brought, took out the digital camera, background curtain and other tools, took an ID photo of Gao Jing, and then said goodbye and left.

This broker didn't know that his breath had been remembered by a certain Gu insect!

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