The radio in the van kept playing softly, but Guan Xingquan couldn't understand a word of what he said, it should be in the local language.

Yam-Kabarre said that this was Rwanda's official national radio station, Radio Thousand Hills, which would be broadcasting in Rwanda, and that the President of the United States was expressing close concern about the deteriorating situation in Sarajevo.

The voice was a bit soft, and the driver didn't hear it clearly.

There was a traffic jam ahead, and Kwan Xingquan asked Caballey to turn up the sound of the radio louder, and then the voice of a male announcer came out.

"What is he talking about?"

Guan Xingquan asked.

Rwanda speaks Rwanda and English, and there are many people who can speak French, but the Rwandan population has a large proportion of Chinese literacy, and the radio broadcast is basically in Rwanda.

Hearing Guan Xingquan's questioning, Cabaré listened for a few seconds before he said: "He was being asked, 'Someone asked him why he hated all the Tutsis, and he said that the Tutsis had followed the Belgian colonial bandits to seize the land of the Hutu and oppress the Hutu.

Now the Tutsi rebels are back'

He said that we Tutsis are cockroaches and murderers, and reminded all Hutus to 'be vigilant and guard against our neighbours'. ”

The government forces are controlled by the Hutu, and in the northern part of Rwanda, the Tutsi armed forces have also risen, and the civil war has been fought for more than three years.

Guan Xingquan heard this and said, "Well, I know. ”

Several Chinese people looked at each other - it was the official radio station of this country, just broadcast this, it is strange that this country does not have a big event!

For example, Jiang Hongrong said: "If I were a Hutu person, I might be washed into a thug if I heard too much about this." ”

This is no longer propaganda, but incitement, and Rwanda's national radio is actually carrying out naked incitement to hatred, which is too good to say, the whole country is a bomb that can be detonated at any time!

There was a noisy shout outside the car, and the expression of Yam Kabray, who was driving, suddenly became nervous, and Zhu Yuanxiao on the side patted him on the shoulder and said to him in English: "Relax buddy, you are now picking up foreign guests, those idiots will not come to trouble you." ”

Turning his head, he said to the four people behind him in Chinese: "The thugs are coming, Hutu militia." ”

All the cars on the street were driven to the sides of the road with sticks by men in fancy shirts, and behind them were hundreds of people running and jumping, shouting slogans and whistling with banners and slogans, also dressed like psychotics and fanaticals, many of them carrying wooden guns carved from wood.

There are not only adults, but also many teenagers who are only four or five meters tall, who are also fanatical.

The crowd of marchers came over, and a few of them glanced at the people in the van a few times, and ignored a few Asians.

When all these people had passed, the van started again.

The 8-kilometre walk was not far, except for the militia procession that had just been encountered, and there were no roadblocks on the roads in Kigali, and it didn't take long for the car to reach its destination, the Miller Collins Hotel.

The five-storey main building of the two connected hotels has an 80's atmosphere and looks quite atmospheric: because of the topography, when you came from the east, this hotel has a bit of a majestic mountain top.

After the van drove into the main gate of the hotel, it drove directly to the entrance of the main building before stopping, and a large reinforced concrete structure on top of the front of the gate to protect guests from the troubles of rain.

It rained just a few minutes ago, and it's not small. Rwanda is now in the middle of the first rainy season of the year, and the cold will give you heavy rains.

And not only is it raining heavily, but the temperature has also dropped significantly, and when I got off the plane before, I felt that there was a 256 degree, which would be 20 at most.

Rwanda is a whole of Rwanda because of its high terrainfall, although there are many rainforests, in fact, the temperature is very comfortable, like in Kigali, basically hovering between 12 and 27 degrees throughout the year, basically no heat.

If you don't look at the people here, just look at the weather, it's not African at all.

Interestingly, as soon as I got out of the car, the rain outside stopped again.

The uniformed, slightly stocky doorman pushes the luggage cart to help carry the luggage, which is very polite and very dedicated.

Guan Xingquan didn't take off his big sunglasses when he walked into the lobby, but wore an extra baseball cap on his head, coupled with his tall figure and tall body, he looked like a star who deliberately hid his identity.

For the time being, he is a celebrity in a certain sense, although few people in this country recognize him.

Rwanda has been at war for the past two years, and although the capital has not been affected much, it is not very interested in news such as "the world's first space tourist".

At most, the newspaper mentioned him in the text, and the photo is probably not published.

As for television, Rwanda's only television station has only been on the air for a little over a year, and apart from satellite TV like the one in this hotel, there are not many television sets in the capital, Kigali.

The media is mainly radio, and even the recent Africa Cup of Nations football tournament, which is being played by Rwandans, is being listened to as entertainment.

But now that the hotel is populated by a lot of people from the Western media, Kwan doesn't want it to be in front of professionals who are very sensitive to news.

A man in a suit of medium height, about forty years old, came up with a smile on his face and said in English: "I'm Paul Luce Shabagina, the hotel's housekeeping manager, and I am welcome to stay at our Miller Collins Hotel, and you can come to me if you have any questions." ”

Guan Xingquan didn't shake hands with this person, so he nodded, while the other three shook hands with him.

It's not that he's pretending to be arrogant, but Guan Xingquan doesn't want to meet with this manager more for the time being, and he will talk about everything tomorrow night.

"The manager of the hotel is a great guy who can learn more about the local area when the time comes, but after an accident, that person will be of some help. ”

Zhang Nan's words Guan Xingquan remembered.

The reporter of the United Television Network, who had been there before, greeted him, and he wanted to know whether Guan Xingquan's identity was a reporter on the same station, or the kind that was not low-level.

Take the elevator upstairs, the fifth floor, the luxury suite, Guan Xingquan temporarily lives alone.

New interviews, editing, and satellite signal transmission equipment were all sent to the third floor where the reporter was, and Guan Xingquan carried a suitcase with him.

Tip the bellman who ran the luggage $5, send him away, and walk to the living room window to look downstairs on the south side.

Good looks, there are two men in military uniforms sitting and chatting in the green space by the pool, one is a blue helmet, and the other is supposed to be a Rwandan officer.

At this time, Zhu Yuanxiao brought emergency equipment, and Guan Xingquan pointed to the location: "Who are those two?"

"The chief of staff of the Rwandan government army, General Bizimongo, and the other is the head of the United Nations peacekeeping force here, Colonel Oliver. ”