Holding the phone, the expression on Shen Jiannan's face gradually became strange.

It sounds ridiculous that the government forces want to hire shadows to win the war, and the rebels also want to hire people to win the war.

Let's sit down and talk about making money together, why bother fighting and killing.

"Boss. Who do you think we should help?"

Does this need to be asked?

Shen Jiannan grinned and said righteously: "David's clan also has the right to live, and their lives are also fate. Since he is willing to pay the Mopani Copper Mine, we should help them, whether out of duty or out of humanitarianism. ”

This......

"The owner...... Didn't you say before that we should work with the Chiluba government?"

"That's right. The Chiluba government, which is an internationally recognized government, is legitimate for us to help government forces fight the rebels. But don't David's tribes have the right to live? We help them, it's not a contradiction. ”

“......”

Zheng Zheng felt panicked in his heart.

He didn't really believe in the words of little Kurishenko, but now, he suddenly found that Shen Jiannan seemed to be even more shameless than what little Kurishenko said.

Supporting both David and Chiluba, a fool can guess what the purpose of doing this is.

But obviously he just wants to take advantage of the fisherman and wait until people are killed and alive to sit on the ground and raise the price, but he just said it as high-sounding as before, which is extremely shameless.

The right to exist, humanitarian.

It's all bullshit.

"Boss. Shame on you. ”

"Brother Zheng. You really misunderstood me, think about it, how long does it take for a war to end? Angola has been fighting for 20 years, and everyone is dying and it is not over yet. If we don't help them, God knows when this war will end, and we are helping them develop their economy peacefully as soon as possible. ”

"So what are we going to do?"

"Well, there are always people who die in war, but the people of Chiluba are government troops after all, try to take care of their officers or something. By the way, if the weapons are not enough, you contact little Kurishenko, this guy has a very good way, and he should be able to help David's people fight for the right to live. However, this is a civil war after all, and we can't decide each other's victory or defeat. ”

“......”

“......”

After a long time, Zheng Zheng hung up the phone, touched a cigarette, lit it, and took a hard puff.

He is not a fool, where can he not hear what Shen Jiannan means.

"Zheng, what did Shen say?"

"Commander, what did the boss say?"

Spit out the smoke ring in his mouth, Zheng Zheng relayed Shen Jiannan's words with resentment, which immediately made little Kurishenko laugh.

"Haha-I'll just say, this incident let Shen know that he will definitely be more shameless than me. ”

He Tianya suddenly stopped doing this.

In his heart, Shen Jiannan is like a saint, kind and compassionate, how can he be insulted.

"Fart. Mr. Shen is not that kind of person at all, you didn't hear it, he said that he would take care of the officers of the Chiluba government, and also ensure that the people of the David's tribe survived. This is a civil war, and we can do this as a matter of benevolence. ”

"Haha......"

He Tianya's simplicity of argument made little Kulishenko's tears fall with laughter, as a businessman, he instantly understood what the hell Shen Jiannan was fighting, but it was obvious that He Tianya had no taste at all.

Fortunately, He Tianya is not the commander here, if so, Shen Jiannan will not be able to accompany him in this business.

Zheng Zheng is also full of black lines on his face, He Tianya is good at everything, but this brain is sometimes not enough, just like in the past, he couldn't take a taxi stupidly, and he didn't know if he was kicked by a donkey when he was a child.

The reaction of the two made He Tianya look confused.

"Am I not right?"

"Yes. Of course yes, haha......"

“......”

"Commander, Commander—the night cat called. ”

Suddenly, there was a shouting sound from the walkie-talkie in the house, and Zheng Zheng waved his hand to stop the wild laughter of little Kulishenko and picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Brown bear received. ”

"A group of people from the camp want to see you, they claim to be from the Lukassa Ministry of Finance, and they want to negotiate a deal with us. ”

“......”

The people of Chiluba!

Putting away the walkie-talkie, a cold glint flashed in Zheng Zheng's eyes.

Although he scolded Shen Jiannan for being shameless, there was actually an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart, because, if the battle between the two sides escalated, then more people would definitely die here.

It's not that Zheng Zheng is perverted, he likes to kill people for fun.

There is no love without a reason, and there is no hate without a reason.

From Angola to Zaire and then from Zaire to Rwanda, more than a dozen large and small missions made Zheng Zheng very disgusted with the natives here.

Here, he has seen too much cruelty and bloodshed, the locals are very xenophobic, and many employees of foreign-invested companies are often kidnapped and robbed for no apparent reason.

The reason is deeply outrageous.

The natives felt that it was because foreigners had robbed them of their wealth that they were poor.

But after staying here for a long time, Zheng Zheng knows very well that everything is an excuse.

The real reason is that the local natives do not want to work, but they are jealous of the wealth of others, they cannot see the hard work of others when they sweat, but they look down on the wealth of others' lives.

Five of the missions Shadow has received were calls for help when the property of some foreign businessmen was looted and destroyed by the locals, and their lives were threatened.

One of them, Wang Kangsu, had an employer whose ancestral home was from southern Fujian.

In the process of the mission, through contact with Wang Kangsu, Zheng Zheng learned that Zambia has fertile land, abundant water and sufficient light, which is very suitable for planting, and can produce three seasons of grain a year, so many foreigners will come here to run farms.

Wang Kangsu is the same.

The geographical environment of southern Fujian is very close to that of western Guangdong, and it is not suitable for planting, and by chance, Wang Kangsu learned that Zambia's geographical environment and climate are very suitable for farming, and it may be an opportunity to make a fortune.

The tree dies, and the man lives.

The soil quality in southern Fujian Province is too poor to feed people at all, and the porridge with vegetables and leaves is not full, and there is no hope for it, and many people have gone to Nanyang very early for this reason.

His family knows his own affairs, and Wang Kangsu knows that he is not a businessman, but he is still a good hand at farming. After a battle of ideas, he sold his ancestral house and received a large sum of money, and took his wife and brother to Casama with a dream.

Sure enough, the land of Casama was as fertile as the villagers said, and the rain and climate were very suitable for planting, and Wang Kangsu was pleasantly surprised to find that the people here did not seem to like farming, so the price of grain was very high.

For $100, to establish good relations with officials in a small town in Casama, and for another $500, Wang Kangsu got a contract for 20 years of cultivation of 50 acres of wasteland approved by the government.

If you have land, you can live.

The family dug the ground with a hoe, weeded by hand, and sweated on the land for three years, and finally saved a sum of money.

The hoe was replaced by agricultural machinery imported from the United States, the weeding machine was also turned into a spraying machine from China, and even the land was once again negotiated with the Casama government, and the contract for 3,000 acres of land was approved.

There is a lot of land, and the family can't keep busy, so they have to hire people.

I wanted to call some relatives from my hometown to come and help, but who knows, in this regard, I was blocked by the Casama government.

Because, according to the requirements of the labor department of the Casama government, foreign investors who want to hire workers from other countries must recruit workers from the local area at a ratio of one to eight.

It's a form of workforce protection.

In desperation, Wang Kangsu's plan to find five people from his family to help him had to find three people, and he recruited 24 workers from the local area.

Who knows, this has become a disaster for his family.

The hard-working workers in the local area are completely inversely proportional to their size, and Wang Kangsu's family can find any one of them, and the work they do every day can top eight of them.

Even if it is time to harvest the crops, they need to work overtime, but those workers refuse to stay overtime when they get off work.

Especially when it came time to pay wages, since Casama's salaries were weekly, as long as those workers were paid, they would immediately find no one.

The weather is always changeable.

Because the harvest or planting was not timely, for many years, Wang Kangsu's farm passively incurred a lot of expenses.

If that's all there is, it's not infuriating.

Half a year ago, Wang Kangsu found the camp of the first security guard in Zimbabwe covered in blood, and offered a sky-high price of 100,000 US dollars, hoping that Zheng Zheng could send someone to retrieve his wife's body.