From arms dealer to king of war

The female boss looked at Qiao Jia's surprised expression when she heard her native language. She seemed particularly satisfied, so she ignored Kaman's weird eyes, laughed "Oh ha ha~", and hugged Qiao Jia hard and walked around. He made a circle and nibbled on both sides of his cheeks...

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Punishing Songdi. I really miss being in Hu Jian, where dozens of soldiers were together, and passionate about the dissidents of the Pen sect every day...”

Qiao Jia struggled to break free, and then looked at the black aunt who spoke Fujian Mandarin like a god...

"Are there a dozen of you in one room, going to the vegetable market every day to pick up vegetables and eat a big pot of rice, shouting slogans regularly, and calling relatives and friends regularly to ask them to join the team and improve themselves?"

As if she had found a soulmate, the aunt said in surprise: "Xi, Xi, I like it there so much. The people there speak very nicely, encourage each other every day, and have endless energy every day."

It's a pity that I didn't resign in the end. My boss felt sorry for the poverty in my hometown, so he bought me a ticket to return to China.

Let me help my relatives and friends so that they can start a new life early and become bosses and make a fortune..."

After hearing this, Qiao Jia was immediately shocked by this aunt...

What is the concept of allowing MLM masters to help buy international air tickets and send them out of the country as gifts?

If there are different levels of MLM, then this aunt named Zhao Aihua must be in the Mahayana stage, right?

Generally, if you encounter a Chinese person who is a fanatical pyramid schemer, Qiao Jia will definitely stay away from him for fear of being out of touch.

But when Afica, thousands of kilometers away, met a black aunt who had 'study abroad' at a domestic MLM university and made the master of MLM collapse, Qiao Jia actually found it quite amusing and kind.

At least her 'Hu Jianhua' is very standard!

But Qiao Jia was really a little hungry at this moment, so he asked for Aunt Zhao's business card, thinking that he would take care of her business when he was free in the future.

This aunt is really amazing. She is the legendary Ouyang Feng who mistakenly practiced the Nine Yin Manual and became the famous Ouyang Feng. She relied on the methods learned from the MLM training to actually open such a large physical store in Yakoma. This is What is talent if not talent?

When Aunt Zhao saw Qiao Jia was about to leave, she quickly held his hand and said, "Since you are in a hurry to eat, I won't stop you. But it's not safe for you to go out like this. Where do you live? I'll ask the police to escort you back." ."

Qiao Jia was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the dozens of mobile phones placed on the counter, and then suddenly patted his head...

I don’t know when Qiao Jia’s safety awareness began to deteriorate.

It was no longer those petty thieves that aroused his alertness. Even in this place where public security was not very good, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his actions.

No one reminded him because no one took the little thief seriously.

Looking at Aunt Zhao who was very attentive and didn't seem to be hypocritical in her emotions, Qiao Jia said with a smile: "Then please make arrangements. We should live not far away, in the town opposite."

As he spoke, Qiao Jia looked at Aunt Zhao with a bright smile on her fat face. He smiled and said: "Sister Zhao, are you interested in opening a mobile phone store like this in Central Africa? I heard that there is a store near Bengasu called Sangha Town will see great development recently.

It’s an untapped market there and it’s worth checking out! "

Qiao Jia himself has never been to Sangha Town, but it is his territory, so he can fool 'foreign capital' to invest without any psychological barriers.

This Aunt Zhao is very powerful. Putting aside those MLM routines and drawbacks, everyone has to admit that this thing can indeed make people excited.

"Get rich and be the boss" is not a bad thing from any point of view.

Those local opposition forces in Central Africa need people like Aunt Zhao to wake them up...

How do you get rich holding a rifle and machete all day long?

Wear a suit and tie and work hard to get rich!

Qiao Jia didn't see anything else, but the store was very clean, and all the store employees were neatly dressed and fluent in English, French, Ingala and Sango.

The latter two languages ​​are relatively niche and can be ignored, but how many people in Qiao Jia’s hometown know the first two?

French is the official language of Congo, but English is not.

In a country where the illiteracy rate is higher than 60%, Aunt Zhao is able to gather so many elites and make them work like chicken blood. This is an incredible achievement.

Such a person is not talented enough to open a mobile phone store. She should go to her own territory to develop a wealth training class and ensure that every time after class, all the students will rush to work in the mine.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jia half-jokingly extended a dinner invitation to Aunt Zhao.

He just wanted to test whether his newly improved skills could resist Aunt Zhao's Mahayana realm and trick her into going to Sangha Town to shine.

…………

In a bar in the central town of Yakoma...

Kevin De Bruyne, the security captain of the Congolese branch of the Belgian Consolidated Mining Group, is sitting at the bar enjoying his leisure time after get off work.

This bar was opened by a German, targeting the 'foreigners' working in Iakoma.

Sanderson sat at the bar and ordered himself a third glass of whiskey. He glanced at Kevin De Bruyne under the German bartender's eyes, then smiled and put a stack of ten thousand dollar bills under the glass. Gave it to the bartender and walked to the target myself.

Sitting next to Kevin De Bruyne, he used his eyes to force away a sexy black girl who was chatting with De Bruyne.

Sanderson ignored De Bruyne's angry look after his bragging was interrupted, waved to the bartender and said: "Bring me two glasses of whiskey, and I'll buy this gentleman a drink."

De Bruyne frowned and stared at Sanderson, who was full of decadent cowboy temperament, and said: "Who are you?"

Sanderson lay on the bar, pushed a glass of whiskey in front of De Bruyne, with a vicissitudes of smile on his face, and said: "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I know what you did?

I'm trying to save your life, but of course, that's if you're willing to cooperate with us. "

Sanderson's tone was not aggressive at all, but De Bruyne just felt a little creepy.

He subconsciously stood up and wanted to stay away from this lunatic, but Sanderson waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "You can't leave. Did you see those Eastern Europeans at the back door?

There's a Bolivian guy opposite the bar with a sniper rifle..."

As he spoke, Sanderson supported his head with his left hand and looked sideways at De Bruyne, who wanted to touch the gun. He smiled and gestured for him to continue, and said: "I suggest you take a few steps back and look to the left. I really didn't lie to you. , there is a Bolivian guy pointing a gun at your head in the laundry room on the first floor of the hotel across the street.

I know you are Kevin De Bruyne, former captain of the Assault Battalion of the Belgian Defense Forces Parachute Brigade and current security director of the Belgian Congo branch of Consolidated Minerals.

Man, you're in trouble, big trouble! "

De Bruyne glanced at the back door of the bar, where two big white Russian men were chatting and drinking while staring at him.

De Bruyne, who realized that he would definitely not be able to run away, gave up his plan to touch the gun, frowned and said: "What do you want to do? I have no idea what you are talking about!"

Sanderson was no longer looking at the sullen De Bruyne. He turned in the direction of the bar, lay lazily on the bar and took a sip of whiskey. Then he said in a hoarse voice: "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, please help." Your boss contacted an international agency to find two mercenaries as bodyguards for him...

You took advantage of your position to smuggle several batches of arms from Belgium to Iakoma. "

As he spoke, Sanderson looked sideways at De Bruyne, whose expression changed greatly, and said with a grin: "You admit it?"

De Bruyne shook his head and said: "I didn't!"

Sanderson laughed and said with a smile: "I don't care, I'm not a judge!"

As he spoke, Sanderson motioned for De Bruyne to sit down, then stared at the wine glass in front of him and said softly: "I can assume that you don't know that your boss is stealing an owned gold mine with a madman named Boykin. .

Our original idea was to kill you all and then take away the gold that belongs to my boss and a certain share of the compensation.

But my boss is in a good mood now. He feels that the bloodshed before has been enough, so he wants to give you a chance. "

There was nothing murderous or domineering about Sanderson, but De Bruyne felt a chill spreading from the soles of his feet to his forehead, especially when Sanderson put a mobile phone on the bar and slid his fingers over a picture. When a photo was given to him, he felt that the air in the bar was condensing.

De Bruyne can probably guess what his boss is doing, but he really doesn't know that the gold mine is a slave mine, let alone that the person his boss is working with is a lunatic.

He used his connections to smuggle a batch of arms from Belgium and handed them over to his boss and made a lot of money, but he really didn't know the specific situation inside.

Looking at the photo of the boss and two mercenaries in the corpse pit, holding their own intestines and wailing, De Bruyne nervously knocked down the wine glass in front of him, and then hurriedly wiped the bar with his hands, while signaling the bartender not to come over.

"What exactly do you want to do? Browne and I are just colleagues. I did help him handle some things, but I didn't know the inside story at the time."

De Bruyne lowered his voice, looked at Sanderson nervously, and said: "If you want to take away the gold, I can cooperate with you. Don't hurt my guys, they don't know anything."

Sanderson was very satisfied with De Bruyne's state. He smiled and said: "Just because you cooperate with Boykin, my boss can kill you, or let the Congolese Defense Forces capture you and send you to the deepest place in the Congo." Stay in a dark prison until death.

But as I said just now, my boss is in a good mood now, so..."