The female boss looked at Qiao Jia's surprised expression when she heard her mother tongue. She seemed to be very satisfied. So she ignored Kaman's strange eyes and made a laugh, "Oh hehe~" and hugged Qiao Jia hard and turned around.

After a circle, he chewed his cheeks on both sides...

"I didn't see the brother Song of Punishment. I miss Hu Jian so much. Dozens of people are together, and I have dissidents in the passionate school every day..."

Qiao Jia tried hard to break free, and then looked at the black aunt who was full of Fujian Mandarin like a god...

"Are you more than a dozen people in each room? You go to the vegetable market to pick up vegetables and eat big pot meals every day, then shout slogans regularly, call relatives and friends regularly, and ask them to join the team to improve themselves?"

The aunt seemed to have found a soulmate and said in surprise: "Thin, fine, I like the things there very much. The people there are all very nice words, they encourage each other every day, and they have endless energy every day.

Unfortunately, I didn't refuse to the end in the end. My old tear was pity for the poverty in my hometown, so I bought me a plane ticket to return to China.

Let me come and help my relatives and friends, so that they can also get a new life early and become a boss to make a fortune..."

Qiao Jia was shocked at the aunt after hearing this...

What does this mean to ask the pyramid scheme master to help buy international air tickets and give them out of the country?

If the pyramid scheme is divided into realms, how could this aunt named Zhao Aihua have to practice in the Mahayana stage?

Generally, if you meet a Chinese man who is a fanatical pyramid schemer, Qiao Jia must stay away from him and avoid him for fear of being unable to do so.

But Afika, thousands of kilometers away, met a black aunt who had studied abroad at a domestic pyramid scheme university and had a collapsed pyramid scheme master. Qiao Jia actually thought it was quite fun and friendly.

At least her "Hu Jian" is very standard!

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

This aunt is indeed amazing. She is Ouyang Feng, who was the legendary master of practicing the Nine Yin Scriptures and became a real person. With the means learned by pyramid scheme training, she actually opened such a large physical store in Yacoma.

If it weren't for talent, what was talent?

When Aunt Zhao saw Qiao Jia leaving, she quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Since you are in a hurry to have a meal, I won't stop you, but it's not safe for you to go out like this. Where are you living, I'll let the police 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 it started, but Qiao Jia’s safety awareness has deteriorated a little.

Those little thieves were no longer the ones that could arouse his alertness. Even in this place where the public security was not very good, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his approach.

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

Seeing Aunt Zhao who was very attentive and had no feelings like fakes, Qiao Jia smiled and said, "Then please arrange it. The place we live should not be far away, just in the town opposite."

As he said that, Qiao Jia looked at Aunt Zhao with a big smile on his fat face. He smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, are you interested in opening such a mobile phone store in China and Africa? I heard that someone close to Bangasu is called

The place in Sengjia Town will have great development recently.

There is an undeveloped market, and it is worth checking out!"

Qiao Jia himself has never been to Sengjia 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 the routines and disadvantages of pyramid schemes, everyone must admit that this thing can really make people excited.

"Making a fortune and being a boss" is not a bad thing from any perspective.

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

How can you make a fortune by holding a rifle and machete all day long?

Only by wearing a suit and tie can you make a fortune by working hard in business!

I didn't see anything else in Choga, but the store was very clean, and the clerks were all well-dressed and proficient in English, French, English Gala and Sango.

The latter two languages ​​are relatively niche, but how many people can do the first two when they are placed in Qiao Jia’s hometown?

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

In this country where the illiteracy market share is 60%, Aunt Zhao is able to gather so many elites and make them work like a chicken blood. This is an amazing achievement.

Such a person has been so talented that she should go to her own territory to develop a wealth training class to ensure that every time the get out of class is over, all the students will go to the mine to work.

Thinking of this, Qiao Jia half-jokingly sent an invitation to Aunt Zhao for dinner.

He just wanted to try his skills that had just increased sharply, whether he could fight against Aunt Zhao's Mahayana state, and fool her to go to Sengjia Town to shine and heat.

…………

In a bar in the small town of Acoma...

Kevin De Bruyne, the security captain of the Congo branch of Belgium United Mining Group, is sitting at the bar and enjoying her leisure time from get off work.

This bar is run by a German and targets the ‘foreigners’ who work in Acoma.

Sanderson sat at the bar and ordered his third glass of whiskey. He looked at Kevin De Bruyne with a gesture of the German bartender, and then smiled and pressed a stack of ten thousand yuan in money under the wine glass.

I gave it to the bartender and then went to my goal.

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

Sanderson ignored De Bruyne's angry eyes after his bragging was interrupted, waved to the bartender, and said, "Give me two glasses of whiskey, I'll treat this gentleman to one."

De Bruyne frowned and stared at Sanderson, who was covered in decadent cowboy temperament, and said, "Who are you?"

Sanderson lay on the bar and 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, what matters is that I know what you did?"

I'm trying to save your life, of course, if you're willing to work with us."

Sanderson's tone was not at all aggressive, 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 indifferently and said, "You can't leave anymore. Have you seen a few Eastern Europeans there at the back door?"

There is also a Bolivian holding a sniper rifle across the bar…”

As he said that, Sanderson supported his head with his left hand and looked sideways at De Bruyne who wanted to touch the gun. He smiled and signaled him to continue, saying, "I suggest you take a few steps back and look left. I really didn't lie to you.

, opposite the hotel's first floor laundry room is a Bolivian pointing a gun at your head.

I know you are formerly Captain Kevin De Bruyne, the Assault Battalion of the Paratrooper Brigade of the Belgian Wehrmacht, and currently the head of security at the Belgian United Mining Congo branch.

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

De Bruyne glanced at the back door of the bar, where two big Belarusian men standing were staring at themselves while chatting and drinking.

Realizing that he would definitely not be able to escape, De Bruyne gave up his plan to touch the gun, frowned and said, "What do you want to do? I don't know what you are talking about!"

Sanderson was not looking at De Bruyne, who was so squeaky on the bar, and lazily lay on the bar and took a sip of whiskey, then said in a hoarse voice: "Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, Kevin, you help me."

Your boss contacted an international agency and found two mercenaries to be bodyguards for him...

You used your position to smuggle several batches of arms from Belgium and sent to Acoma."

As he said that, Sanderson turned his head to look at De Bruyne whose face changed drastically, and grinned and said, "Did you admit it?"

De Bruyne shook his head and said, "I don't!"

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

As he said that, Sanderson signaled 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 a gold mine with a madman named Bo Yinjin

.

Originally our idea was to kill all of you and take away the gold and a certain share of compensation from my boss.

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

Sanderson didn't have murderous or domineering things, but De Bruyne just felt a chill spread from the soles of his feet to his forehead, especially when Sanderson put a cell phone on the bar and slid his fingers to his head.

When he gave him a photo, he felt that the air in the bar was about to condense.

De Bruyne could probably guess what his boss was doing, but he really didn't know that the gold mine was a slave mine, and he didn't know that the boss was working with was a lunatic.

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

Looking at the photos of the boss and two mercenaries in the pit, holding their intestines, wailing, De Bruyne nervously knocked down the wine glass in front of him, then hurriedly wiped the bar with his hands, and signaled that the bartender would not come over.

"What the hell do you want to do? I am just a colleague with Braune. I did help him with 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 and don't hurt my guys, they don't know anything."

Sanderson was very satisfied with De Bruyne's condition. He smiled and said, "Just relying on your cooperation with Bo Yinjin, my boss can kill you, or let the Congolese National Defense Force catch you and send you to the deepest Congo.

Stay in the black prison until death.
Chapter completed!