In the war years, it was not easy to maintain hotel operations in Kabul.

Therefore, Wang Hui doesn't care whether the environment is good or not and whether the atmosphere is enough.

However, when the hotel owner and the waiter saw that Liu Dan was swaying with a group of men such as Sharif, his face was full of surprise when he saw that he didn't even wear a veil.

You know, in Afghanistan, women will receive angry eyes from men when driving alone on the street.

When you encounter someone who is emotional, it is possible to grab the brick and pat the car door directly.

This woman is so uncovered that she can have dinner with a man?

audacious in the extreme!

After Sharif discovered it, he walked over to negotiate with the other party. Then the boss frowned and ordered the client to serve.

Sharif smiled and smoothed the scene.

If he hadn't asked for help, he wouldn't have eaten at the same table with Liu Dan.

However, Liu Dan is obviously the leader of this team.

If you don't deal with her, you won't be able to achieve your goal.

Wang Hui tilted his head and approached Liu Dan's ear, and chuckled in a low voice: "Sister Dan, if you send these unfair treatments online and then criticize them, you may not be able to become a feminist leader."

"Female rights are OK, just let it go."

Liu Dan curled his lips, "A group of bad pussy fooled a group of fools."

When Wang Hui heard Liu Dan swearing, he laughed: "Pay attention to the image of the goddess."

"goddess?"

Liu Dan smiled, "The goddess also wants to eat and go to the bathroom and urinate and defecate in person! She will grit her teeth and fart when sleeping, and smack her lips! How about it?

Has the image of the goddess collapsed?

Wang Hui has a wonderful expression.

Finally, he leaned forward slightly, clasped his fists and said sincerely: "It's beautiful!"

The two laughed in a ball.

There are no tables and chairs, and the seats of everyone are a bit similar to the large kang in Northeast China.

The kang is covered with Muslim-style cloth list.

After a while, a guy came to serve the dishes.

The eggplant looks not very good, it should be because it has put too much soy sauce.

The meat of naan reminds Wang Hui of the domestic famous eating Roujiamo.

It seems that whether Chinese or foreigners, they have no resistance to the temptation of meat and pasta.

The best one is the mutton kebab.

The drink I drink is mellow milk tea, with a fragrant smell, and a sip is endless aftertaste.

Sitting cross-legged on the kang, Sharif grabbed the rice with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth, took a sip of milk tea, and made it straight to the point.

He wanted to ask Liu Dan and Wang Hui to provide a batch of winter supplies.

“The coldest time in Kabul is not yet here, and I ask two distinguished guests to provide generous donations.”

Sharif looked very sincere, "You two have also seen that we have a large number of people in need of help, but our strength is too limited."

Sharif's word is to donate, that is, he has no money and is free to have sex.

In nice words, humanitarian rescue.

Wang Hui and Liu Dan exchanged eyes with a calm expression.

It turns out that this is Sharif's final purpose.

It's not a big problem to help them.

As long as Liu Dan and Wang Hui shouted at the Hongqi Club, supplies were not a problem.

Things can be given for free, but the other party must give rewards in some ways.

Things that are paid one-sidedly will never be a matter.

Wang Hui and Liu Dan saw the hardship of slum life and hoped that the supplies could be distributed to the people instead of being hoarded.

"Mr. Sharif, how much supplies do you need?"

Wang Hui said.

"Fifty tons."

Sharif stretched out his five fingers.

Wang Hui was a little surprised: "Kabul is so big, is fifty tons enough?"

Sharif smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Although we have taken back Kabul, we... have a lot of difficulty in managing it."

Liu Dan and Wang Hui were silent.

At this moment, a group of soldiers walked past the hotel window, staring at the surrounding situation like a hawk.

Wang Hui suddenly discovered that the girl who had followed along the way had not left, across the street.

She stamped her feet, rubbed her hands, and looked towards the hotel from time to time, as if she was looking forward to some possibility.

Retracting our gaze from the soldiers, Sharif said: "There are terrorist attacks in Kabul every day. In order to deter those militants, we put almost all the power that can be used to openly.

This is basically the limit we can do.

Actually, I am a private request. I am only responsible for the people in my jurisdiction and let them die fewer."

After a pause, Sharif continued: "I admit that I am selfish, too.

If two of you can provide wintering supplies, I will appear excellent among my colleagues and there will be more possibilities in the future.

I’m also willing to help my friends within my capacity.”

Exchange supplies for friendship.

This option is very good.

Moreover, in the future, Wang Hui will go to Kandahar or other cities in Afghanistan to investigate and invest. If Sharif really can rise, it will be of many benefits to their actions.

Liu Dan also arranged for Ye Leiding to follow up.

For specific matters, there is no need for the leaders of both sides to personally connect with each other. You can interact with the people below, and finally the boss can make a decision.

Wang Hui ordered two large handfuls of grilled skewers in his own name, packed several hot dishes, and then got off the kang.

"what?"

Liu Dan asked.

Wang Hui pointed to the little girl across the road: "Take it over to her and let her go back and have a full meal with the old man."

After saying that, he turned his head and asked Sharif: "What's that little girl's name?"

"have no idea."

Sharif said seriously, "I'm afraid only her future husband will know her name."

Seeing the doubt in Liu Dan's eyes, Sharif explained: "No one except her family knows her name.

Even if her family is here, she will not mention her name. Allah is above, that is an insult."

Liu Dan asked: "If you don't mention your name, how do you call her?"

"Can you call it, my daughter, my wife, my mother, my sister, my granddaughter...get it?"

Liu Dan really couldn't understand: "Can't that woman gets married and treats? "

"Yes."

Sharif answered very simply, "The name of the bride will not appear on the wedding post.

When you see a doctor, the name will not appear on the prescription.

Even after their deaths, names will not appear on the tombstone.

Of course, it will be better now."

The last sentence should be true.

After all, the "student" has gained power in Afghanistan twice, and it has indeed made some improvements.

Sharif gestured to Wang Hui: "Dignified guest, I admire your generosity and kindness, but I still need to remind you that it is best not to touch her or shake hands."

Wang Hui nodded.

Li Hao followed immediately.

The two walked out of the hotel gate one after another.

The little girl stood next to a shabby Toyota, which can be seen everywhere in Kabul and is said to be scrapped cars transported from abroad.
To be continued...