The next day, everyone slept until three o'clock in the morning.
Lisa Lin had already prepared her next trip. The three of them followed her to the airport and took a special plane to Zimbabwe.
In Zimbabwe, located in the southern hemisphere, it is hot summer, and many Chinese people will come here to travel at this time.
As one of the first countries in Greater Africa to establish diplomatic relations with my country, Zimbabwe has relatively convenient transportation.
After leaving the airport, there were all kinds of taxis soliciting business, and a big black girl in the crowd was particularly eye-catching.
Wei Cheng looked at Lisa Lin speechlessly, who covered her face and did not dare to look at Wei Cheng.
That big black girl was the tour guide arranged by Lisa Lin to pick her up at the airport. There was an oversized photo sticker printed on her sign, and it was none other than Wei Cheng.
Just like we occasionally become face-blind when looking at black people, black people are also prone to face-blindness when distinguishing us yellow people. Therefore, it is common to use photos to pick up people at the airport abroad.
Lisa Lin introduced everyone in English. The big black girl’s name is Yutal Papara Dia Miblis...the full name has thirty-three words in total, “You can just call me Yuyan.
"The big black girl said in standard Mandarin.
"Do you speak Chinese?" Lisa Lin looked surprised, completely forgetting that this person was the tour guide she contacted.
The black girl smiled very shyly and explained: "In recent years, many Xia people have invested in Zimbabwe. In order to attract investment, the government has opened many Chinese training institutions. I am learning now and buying now. My teacher is Xia.
A Chinese, he gave me a very good Chinese name, Wang Yuyan, which means beautiful and sacred."
Wei Cheng: "...Wang Yuyan?" Looking at the big black girl who was half a head taller than herself, she was speechless for a moment.
The big black girl patted her big breasts, which were covered by a linen camisole, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hotel first."
Everyone followed her to the parking lot, and the car that picked her up turned out to be a seven-seater Wuling Hongguang.
Wang Yuyan introduced it carelessly: "This is the car I just picked up last month. It has air conditioning and a stereo. The person who sold me the car said that even in your country, this car has the highest sales volume in the country, so I bought it."
Bought."
Wei Cheng and the other two smiled at each other. As the company's capital increased, they now either drove a Bentley or took a Rolls-Royce. Even if it was a business car allocated to the company's employees, the worst was a Toyota Sienna.
It’s not that domestically produced cars are bad, but in a foreign country, listening to a foreigner praising domestically produced cars always makes me feel proud.
Wuling Hongguang was driving on the highway, and its destination was the city center of Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe.
As a former British colony, British classical buildings can be seen everywhere in Harare, including churches and worship halls.
Many people's impression of Africa is that it is dirty and messy. Of course, some places may still be backward.
But as the capital of Zimbabwe, Harare’s development does not lag behind my country’s second- and third-tier cities.
Harare is not only the political, economic, cultural and financial center of Zimbabwe, but also the national land and air transportation hub.
It also has a certain foundation for the development of light and heavy industries. It is also one of the world's famous tobacco distribution centers and has the world's largest tobacco auction house.
Urban greening is also done well, with various green trees everywhere. Moreover, Harare is more than a thousand meters above sea level. The temperature remains at around 20 degrees all year round. It has a pleasant climate and beautiful environment. It is known as the "Garden City" and "Garden City".
It is known as the "City of Flowers and Trees".
"Ladies, if you are interested in buying diamonds, please inform me and I will find a way to get the best discount for you." The black girl introduced her country while driving.
Zimbabwe has a large number of rough diamond mines, but because the quality of the diamonds is not high, the average selling price is generally lower than the international market price of US$98/gram, only about US$33.
However, no matter how cheap diamonds are, they are still diamonds. Many people who travel here will buy some to show off back home. They take pictures of large diamond rings of several carats and post them on the Internet. No one cares about their quality at all.
The envy of the screen.
Mu Mu and Hua Qingyu certainly don't lack this, and they are not people who show off their wealth.
However, Wei Cheng's expression changed. In addition to being beautiful, diamonds also have many industrial uses. For example, the simplest cutting of glass requires the use of diamonds.
Wei Cheng looked at Lisa Lin in the passenger seat and said: "You can help me purchase a batch of broken diamonds later, at a lower price. The quality doesn't need to be very good. I won't wear them anyway."
Seeing that business came to her again, Lisa Lin happily took out her mobile phone and recorded it in a memo.
After driving for about forty minutes, the car stopped in front of a building.
"This is the best hotel in Harare. It is opposite the African Unity Square. There are all kinds of food around, including three Chinese restaurants. I recommend the one on the corner the most. Their dumplings are amazing."
Niu said while moving her luggage.
She seemed to have endless energy, and she never stopped talking about various topics along the way. I have to say that this tour guide is quite competent. It would be better if her name was not Wang Yuyan... Wei Cheng said in his heart.
Everyone completed the registration at the front desk and got the most expensive executive business suite in the hotel, which cost only more than 800 US dollars a night.
"Qingyu, is your aunt nearby?" Wei Cheng suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip and looked at Hua Qingyu and asked.
Hua Qingyu was sending WeChat messages to her aunt on her mobile phone. After hearing this, she nodded and said, "She happened to be in a meeting at the company. Let us settle down first. After she finishes handling the matters at hand, she will find time to see us."
Wei Cheng said ‘hmm’ and winked at Lisa Lin who was standing aside.
Lisa Lin understood and pulled Mu Mu and said, "Then you guys can check in first. Yuyan and I have some things to deal with. I'll come back to you tomorrow morning."
Mu Mu asked doubtfully: "Aren't you coming with us?"
Lisa Lin glanced at Wei Cheng and explained with a smile: "I still have some personal business to deal with. It's not convenient to live with you."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mu Mu had no doubt that he was there, and after a few words of caution about safety, she followed Wei Cheng into the elevator.
Wei Cheng looked at Lisa Lin at the door and mouthed: Give me some big fucks!
Lisa Lin blinked and made a vague "ok" gesture.
Tonight she will go to Zambia in the north, where she can buy a large number of thermal weapons. If she has enough U.S. knives or gold, she can even buy armored fighting vehicles and armed helicopters.
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at night.
Wei Cheng and the other three did not leave the hotel and hang out outside. Instead, they hung out in the bar inside the hotel.
Mu Mu and Hua Qingyu are both language geniuses. They found a few French girls who were traveling and had a lively chat.
Wei Cheng sat alone at the bar, ordered a glass of brandy, and listened to the blues singing softly on the stage.
The black man who sang was a middle-aged uncle. His deep voice seemed to be born for the blues. After singing a song, he won several awards.
Wei Cheng also rewarded this black man who sang affectionately with a glass of expensive absinthe.
The middle-aged uncle seemed to be taking a break. He walked to the bar and sat next to Wei Cheng. He picked up the glass of absinthe and nodded to Wei Cheng.
Wei Cheng smiled and returned the salute. At this moment, a girl with fair skin appeared on the stage, carrying a guitar. She looked young, and she was dressed casually. Her facial features were a bit mixed-race, and she looked at her with a pair of pink and phoenix eyes.
Very smart.
At this time, the middle-aged uncle said in English: "This is a poor child. I really hope her singing can impress you, an Oriental gentleman who knows how to appreciate music."
Wei Cheng's English was average, so he couldn't understand what the black uncle meant. He just wanted to reward the girl himself.
As if he was afraid that his words were too abrupt, the black uncle added: "Her mother cruelly left her at the door of the hotel's kitchen. When we found her, her umbilical cord was even hanging on her belly."
Wei Cheng nodded slightly and said with a smile: "My name is Wei Cheng, how should I call you?"
The black uncle put his work permit on the table, pushed it in front of Wei Cheng, and said, "They all call me Uncle Ben. Maybe you can call me that too, so as to appear close."
Black people begin to look very mature during adolescence, that is, they mature prematurely. When they reach the age of forty or fifty, they will look younger than their actual age because of their skin color.
Ben is already 67 years old, but on stage, he looks like a middle-aged uncle, not old at all.
Wei Teng returned Ben's work card to him and said with a smile: "You want me to help her?"
Wei Cheng looked at the girl playing and singing on the stage and asked curiously: "Has she been staying in the hotel?"
Ben nodded and said truthfully: "Our hotel has just changed a manager recently. He is a stingy Italian. He took back Lin's dormitory and wanted her to repay her accommodation and food expenses over the years."
Wei Cheng nodded thoughtfully and asked curiously: "Ben, you said her name is Lin?"
Ben put down his wine glass, looked at Wei Cheng seriously, and said, "Yes, when we found her, there was a foreigner's business card next to her. Later we found out that the person on the business card was named Lin Jiakang, and he was a foreigner.
A native of Xia."
Wei Cheng opened his mouth and looked at him in surprise.
Ben continued: "After several investigations, we found out that Lin's father, the Xia nationality, was originally an investor who came to inspect and met Lin's mother who was a translator..."
Needless to say what happened next, Wei Cheng could basically guess it.
Unexpectedly, there were such Chinese people. Wei Cheng rubbed his brows speechlessly, suddenly feeling ashamed and embarrassed.
It's really embarrassing to be sent abroad.
"In the past two years, Lin has come into contact with many Xia people. She really wanted to find her father, so she even taught herself Chinese for this purpose."
At this moment, the girl on the stage finished her singing and received a few cups of reward.
Ben waved to her, and when Lin saw Wei Cheng sitting at the bar, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes.
The distance was a little far just now, but when the girl got closer, Wei Cheng realized that this black girl's skin was not particularly dark, and her facial features were a bit yellow.
"Hello, my name is Lin." She introduced herself in Chinese.
Wei Cheng looked at the hemp rope necklace hanging around her neck. The pendant was a work badge, and suddenly to the north was an old business card.
The business card says "Lin Jiakang", and he is a manager. As for the company name, some people can't see it clearly. The same is true for the contact information. However, even if you can see it clearly, the number you call will probably be empty.
Lin leaned against the high chair, gently put her guitar aside, and asked hopefully: "Do you know him?"
Wei Cheng shook his head. He did know someone with the same name but a different surname, but it was obviously not the same person.
Lin looked at the black man Ben with disappointment. Ben rubbed her head and comforted her: "Don't be unhappy. Maybe you will see him on Xia Guo's mobile phone in the near future. I heard that Xia Guo's network is very developed.
, this is possible.”
Lin pursed his lips and his eyes were a little red.
Seeing this scene, Wei Cheng felt some sympathy for this compatriot who had half the blood of the Xia Kingdom. He hesitated and said, "You are proficient in Chinese and are a local. Maybe you can come to my company as a receptionist."
Anyway, we have to open a company in Zimbabwe. This girl Lin is a local, and she is of mixed Chinese and African descent. She is not bad looking, so she can be hired as a small employee in her company.
If she passes the character test in the future, she may have the opportunity to return to the embrace of the motherland and look for her father who abandoned his wife and son.
When Wei Cheng said all this, Lin and Da Ben were stunned for a moment.
"I can give you a monthly salary of two thousand US dollars, and it also includes accommodation. I think this is a good offer, isn't it?" Wei Cheng said in English. Of course, it was mainly because he had heard it from a black man. After all, he was like
He is the girl's guardian.
The black man didn't expect Wei Cheng's salary to be so high. The monthly salary of two thousand US dollars was considered a high salary even in China, not to mention in Harare. Moreover, Wei Cheng also thoughtfully provided accommodation.
"Wei, you are such a generous gentleman. Let me toast you." The black man happily picked up his glass.
Wei Cheng also raised his own brandy and said with a smile: "Of course, if possible, I would like to tell you about the situation in Harare, where it is better to open a company and where the houses are safer."
The black man smiled and nodded, "These are not problems for me. In fact, Lin can help you. She knows this city better than an old man like me."
Wei Cheng's expression changed, and he looked at Lin who had not yet recovered from the surprise, and suddenly asked in Chinese: "Do you know where I can buy weapons?"
Lin was startled at first, then glanced at the black man, and then responded in a low voice: "The weapon the boss mentioned refers to..." She secretly made a hand gesture with her finger.
Wei Cheng smiled slightly, nodded, and said: "I want a bigger guy. Of course, it's best if I can obtain these things legally."
Lin glanced at the black man again, hesitated, and said, "Actually, Uncle Ben in front of you can help you."
"Oh?" Wei Cheng looked at the black man curiously.
Ben Ye was looking at Lin in confusion, and Lin was explaining something to him in the local language.
Ben frowned and looked at Wei Cheng, as if he wanted to see through Wei Cheng, and there was a trace of vigilance in his eyes.
Wei Teng smiled indifferently, then took out a gold ingot from his arms and placed it directly in front of the black man.
"I come here with sincerity." Wei Cheng said in English.