Chapter 495: The Mysterious Black Land (1)
Seeing that Li Qin seemed to be a treasure, Jing Jian smiled. For Jing Jian, in the end, he didn't take such a suggestion to heart, and it didn't even matter if Li Qin took it for himself. It's just a casual mention, and he won't take the initiative to help, because Jing Jian's purpose at this stage is to be low-key, and to be low-key!
Finally, the meeting ended, and with satisfaction and dissatisfaction, the cadres of various departments left one after another. However, at this moment, Dean Shen Songsheng smiled and beckoned to Jing Jian: "Comrade Xiao Jing? Come here and have a few words." β
"Dean Shen, hello!"
"Okay, young and promising, there are successors in our college. Smiling and complimenting a few words, Shen Songsheng asked, "Are you still used to it?"
"It's good. β
"I heard you're a UCLA graduate?"
"Yes, Dean Shen. β
"That's good. Xiao Jing, can you give a lecture after the beginning of the school year to introduce the situation in the United States, especially Hollywood, and give teachers and students an opportunity to learn about the world's most advanced film industry?"
"Huh?" Jing Jian was a little strange, "Dean Shen, I didn't study film school, I studied chemistry." β
"It's all in the same university, there's always something to hear and see, right? Don't be pressured, just talk more about what you know, and talk about the customs of the United States if you don't know. It's a lecture, regardless of grades, it's used to broaden your horizons. It's okay to be realistic. "In fact, Dean Shen Songsheng didn't have much intention at all, there were very few channels for external contact at this time, and Hollywood was still a very mysterious and sacred temple in Beijing Film and even in the Chinese film industry. Now that Jing Jian is a returned student, of course, I hope he can introduce some information.
Jing Jian thought about it for a while, and felt that it was okay, so he nodded with a smile: "I can only say some impressions of the superficial, there may not be too much content about Hollywood." Dean Shen, I've also been to Hong Kong, can I add some content from Hong Kong movies?"
"That's best!" Dean Shen smiled, "Be careful not to get involved in political and controversial topics." If you can choose to return to your country, you must have been tested politically, and don't let a few wrong words affect your future. β
"Understood, thank you, Dean!" Of course, Jing Jian would not make a big fuss about death, but he was still very grateful to Shen Songsheng for his concern. After this conversation, Jing Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief, the leaders of Jingying should not know their actual situation at all, and what they really know should be higher-ups.
It's actually good to let yourself live a peaceful life in peace!
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Jing Jian is ready to live a peaceful life, and Jiang Wenyi and others, who have just settled down in Africa, seem to be destined to have no chance of a peaceful life......
"Bang bang bang, bang bang ......"
Listening to the constant sound of gunshots outside the window, Jiang Wenyi and the others had already dispersed in several warehouses, and took out the guns and ammunition buried in the corners of the warehouses, ready to fight at any time.
Jiang Wenyi and the others came to the city of Heilan in Fusoya, the third largest city in the country and the only port city besides the capital of Fusoya. Of course, if it is a port city, then the pier is at most a fisherman's wharf. Jiang Wenyi and others were also on the shore of a local fishing boat selling fresh fruits and vegetables on a freighter that had anchored in the open sea.
Surprisingly, Heilan City is not backward, it is also a concrete jungle with many vehicles, which is fundamentally different from the ignorant and backward Africa in the news, and the degree of modernization is not low at all.
Jiang Wenyi was greeted by a local clothing businessman, a Hong Kong man named Huang Shifu. He has been in business here for many years, wholesale clothing, shoes and hats from Hong Kong and sell them to locals. And there are several large warehouses behind the store, and there are many local employees, it should be said that the business is quite good.
However, today Huang Shifu went out to talk about business, and he couldn't return until a few days later, leaving only Jiang Wenyi and them in the store. Unexpectedly, in the calm city, bursts of gunfire suddenly rang out, which made the thirty or so people quite nervous.
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In the center of the warehouse, a black young man sat on an empty wooden box, munching on the leftover half-pot egg fried rice that Jiang Wenyi had eaten, while easily "enjoying the performance of these Chinese."
Seeing that the black young man was watching the monkey show, Jiang Wenyi was angry and dragged him to the corner: "Yoruba, you don't want to die?"
Yoruba was one of the employees, illiterate, but gifted with a language. Able to speak Kulo (Kulo is a small European country, and Fosuoya was one of Kulo's original colonies, so Kulo is the official language of Fosuoya, and the two countries are still inextricably linked), English, French, Cantonese, and several indigenous dialects. Therefore, Huang Shifu left this Yoruba as a translator for Jiang Wenyi and others.
And that Yoruba shrugged, just glanced at the egg fried rice on the ground with regret: "Ghost Sheng, this is a shot into the air to drive away those poor ghosts." If I'm not mistaken, it should be another batch of relief grain shipped to Heilan City. Rest assured, the city is safe. It is...... Are you mercenaries?"
"Oh, you have guns banned here?" Jiang Wenyi inquired.
"NONO!" Yoruba shook his head with a smile, "we don't have anyone here, the officials are busy making extra money, and even the police are concerned about the black market." If you're interested, you can check out the government buildings and police stations, which are empty. β
"Huh?" Jiang Wenyi They didn't expect that this place was so anarchic, and the whole city could still be in order? Seeing that there was indeed no chaos outside, and the residents on the street came and went, and they seemed to be very calm, Jiang Wenyi became curious, "Yoruba, can you introduce the situation here? The more detailed the better?"
"......?" said Yoruba, looking embarrassed, but his eyes were rather sly.
Jiang Wenyi was already familiar with the temper of this black guy, and handed over a $20 bill with a smile: "Can you say it now?"
"Of course!" Yoruba accepted with a smile, "Then I'll start by talking about the great drought in Africa, which is full of refugees. β
"Ah, why isn't there here? I think it's quite normal, and the supplies on the market are quite complete. The army on the side was surprised and asked anxiously.
"It's all said, it's because it's in the city. Yoruba smiled, "It was only a few years ago that it was terrible, a large number of refugees poured into the cities, and there were starving people everywhere, and it was difficult to control it. So now the government has the experience of not letting refugees into the city, but only going to designated refugee camps. Also, the number of refugees is much lower now. β
"Why?" the army asked again.
"They're all dead. Yoruba gave the army a strange look, as if he thought the question was too naΓ―ve.
"How many people died?" asked someone else.
"I don't know, it's all over the mountains, I've heard that it's hundreds of thousands!"
Seeing Yoruba's indifferent expression, Jiang Wenyi and the others all gasped, feeling creepy......