Protecting Li Bai's interests is to protect the interests of the friendly alliance tribes. It would be strange if those wizards don't fight to the death. Without saying a word, you will hit you with a full face full of peach blossoms.

The big scenes that took place at the manor meeting were both unexpected but still reasonable.

In fact, from the day the tavern officially started to open, the interests of all parties have been tied together, and both losses and prosper.

But Li Bai didn't take it seriously at all. He mixed the cheap wine he made randomly and high-end foreign wine he used to pretend, pork head meat he put on and fried peanuts... How about this for foreigners?

It seems that it doesn't look like you want to do business seriously.

If that's all, that's fine!

This transaction lasted for a year and a half. The broken shed had finished the stove and completed its historical mission, which was also an explanation to these damn sluts.

After all, Li Bai's mission to join the peacekeeping force in Africa is limited, and he does not take root in Africa and go to the countryside to help poverty.

At most one year, you have to rotate back to China.

At that time, those indigenous tribes will follow their destiny. No matter how busy they are, Li Bai, who is thousands of miles away, will probably not be able to help.

But no one expected that in half a month, the "Li Bai's Tavern" that was free from power and let himself go would be incredibly deviated and grew wildly.

In addition to locals and guests who come here, the tavern is filled with so-called agents. Brokers and intelligence dealers are obviously not normal professional groups. There are even many mercenary teams and scattered soldiers coming to find business, hook up, and reach various shameful py transactions. As the tavern's business is booming, it is actually profitable.

Where there is light, there is darkness, and existence is reasonable. "Li Bai's tavern" has become a vegetable market for all forces to seize and distribute interests, and a small United Nations that is not officially recognized by the government.

Although there are more than one such place in Somalia, the transaction of this newly opened tavern is already quite good compared to others.

As the "treasure" that is close to you, China naturally gains a lot of benefits from it.

All parties are tacit about this.

The naturally formed trading base is valuable. It cannot be established by anyone who wants to build it. It must be recognized by many parties and must be able to keep the place in peace, otherwise it will be flattened in minutes.

However, Mr. Li Bai, who was enjoying this treasure, did not take it seriously at all. He was still happy everywhere, and he was so waving that he could fly. He participated in the feudal superstitious activities of the Tushuzi, and bullied a poor government lieutenant colonel. To outsiders, he seemed to be just idle. How boring this is, wouldn't it be nice to run that tavern honestly?

There are countless people secretly jealous, and there are also people who want to reach out, but they will be subject to various restraints and warnings in secret. In addition, they are afraid of one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, and the peacekeeping forces armed to the teeth are adjacent.

This kind of thought is limited to thinking in my heart. No one dares to put it into practice. I am afraid that it will be destroyed before I can take action. This is the benefit of spontaneous formation, just right, relatively fairness, and no one wants such a perfect balance to be broken by any rash devil.

Even if the muscles are illuminated at the right time and the deterrent effect is first-class, Li Bai, the hand-off manager, is still careless. He obviously has a good hand, but he plays j8 randomly, which makes people anxious.

This is not!

A big muscle bull who is just looking at him was sent to manage this huge pub for him.

"You really don't know, or do you know it?"

Luan Zheng looked very angry.

"Do you need to know?"

Li Bai blinked his eyes, full of confusion.

So he just sold some wine to solve the local employment. What else can he think about?

Want to go to heaven?

Even if you want to, the organization will not approve it!

Everyone said that God said there must be light, and only after the organization's approval is there, can he, a person who eats public food, do whatever he wants?

"Oh my goodness!"

Luan Zhengwei covered his face... He finally believed that Li Bai was really unaware of it.

In this way, some things are over.

"Uh! ~ Is it very important?"

Li Bai asked tentatively.

"Of course it's important! It must be important! It's very important!"

Luan Zhengwei pounded the table, used three important words to describe it, and then continued: "Your tavern has become one of the largest intelligence trading markets near Mogadishu. Most of the guests are agents of various forces, including governments, commercial groups, intelligence dealers, mercenaries and killers, all of which are gray forces, so they can no longer be regarded as ordinary taverns. Do you have no idea about it?"

"It's nothing to do with me!"

Who is Li Bai’s customer? As long as you buy and sell it, and operate it legally, what else can you do?

"In your tavern, you can buy all kinds of intelligence, hire armed personnel and killers, and buy all kinds of supplies. In other words, it's a treasure, and you haven't been moved?"

Luan Zhengwei revealed the truth about "Li Bai's Tavern" and then looked at Li Bai's reaction.

"What do you want to buy on Taobao? If you have something to do, call 110!"

Li Bai looked innocent and he couldn't use these resources at all.

The German Dragon Knights and Turkey's Aladdin lined up to call him, as well as intelligence dealers from the Indochina Peninsula, who were still VIP customers and looked down on the resources in the tavern at all. Luan Zhengwei's guess was completely overthinking.

Once something really happens, the officers and soldiers of the Chinese peacekeeping force will sit idly?!

Can the army send the ammunition consumption bill to his house?!

Isn't it good to be a quiet legal taxpayer?

"Okay, okay!"

Luan Zhengwei really surrendered.

This answer is completely fine, and it meets the standard answer of socialist citizens born in New China and growing up under the Red Banner.

He calmed down and continued, "Do you have any opinions on this decision?"

What I mean is that if you have any objections, please raise them as soon as possible.

It’s just that you complain about you and I’m doing it, and you don’t change it based on the opinions of the protesters.

"No objection! By the way, can he do it? Do I need to pay my salary? If the business collapses, I will not be responsible for the bottom line!"

Li Bai looked at Comrade Zhao Aiguo and picked himself clean as soon as possible.

The rich are the rich, and the sucker is the sucker, and there are completely two groups.

"Xiao Zhao is a master's degree in business administration in Emba, a talented student who graduated from Peking University. She is definitely a professional. Don't worry."

Luan Zhengwei Xiaoxiao revealed a little inside story.

Zhao Aiguo raised his arm that was knotty and was able to run a horse, and clasped his fists and said, "I have met my seniors in the 43rd generation of Taizu Sect in Xiacangzhou!"

The martial arts style will be available immediately, this is the correct way to open it!

What the hell is emba?!

"Good luck!"

Li Bai responded with fists.

"Wait, what senior?"

Luan Zhengwei was confused by the incision between the two people's painting style.

Didn’t you just met?

How come he became a son and daughter of the world for no reason? He caught him off guard for a while-
Chapter completed!