When the two entered the alley of the slum, Zhang Jinjie coughed and said, "This smell is not quite right, it is a bit dazzling." ”

Yang Shubao said: "Bear with it, this is a slum. ”

As soon as the two of them went deep into the alley, a young man saw them from the door and immediately burst out with a hideous smile.

He stopped the two from behind and said, "Hey, stop!"

Zhang Jinjie subconsciously wanted to turn around, but Yang Shubao pressed his shoulder and said, "Don't move." ”

He pulled down the visor from his visor and turned back to the young man and asked, "Man, do we know each other?"

"I don't know, you guys give money for walking in front of my house, 10,000 yuan per person, hurry up, give money!"

"It's good if you don't know. Yang Shubao smiled.

He took out his wallet and walked over to hand it to the young man, the young man reached out to take the wallet, the moment the two sides touched, Lao Yang suddenly reached out and pinched the young man's neck, like a tiger fighting a mouse, a rabbit falling down, he pinched the young man and pushed him to the wall, and his arm hit the back of the young man's head against the wall.

The young man was hit hard in the back of the head, and his eyes suddenly softened as soon as he rolled over.

Hearing the voice, Zhang Jinjie turned his head in surprise, and when he saw this scene, he broke out in a cold sweat on the spot: "My day, what are you doing?"

Yang Shubao wiped his hands and said, "Keep it hygienic and clean." ”

"I'm not asking you to wipe your hands, I'm asking why you suddenly did it!"

"To save trouble, hurry up. ”

He took Zhang Jinjie into the alley where the intellectual's house was, where the alley was full of twists and turns, and when they walked to the intellectual's house, they heard shouts behind them, and someone apparently found the bastard who was knocked unconscious.

Yang Shubao took out his pistol and loaded it, Zhang Jinjie's face turned pale: "I will never take tourists close to the slums in the future." ”

"If you have this realization, it means that I didn't bring you here in vain. ”

He knocked on the door, and the old killer came out with a shotgun and asked, "Who?"

"I, Yang. ”

Hearing his voice, the old killer opened the door, smiled when he saw him, and said, "Why are you here today?"

Seeing him covered in tattoos and the shotgun he was carrying, Zhang Jinjie's eyes straightened, and he began to regret coming to South Africa to develop.

Zhizhi had already gotten up and memorized the formula, and when he came with breakfast, he cheered: "Milk, wheat rings and corn rings, cool, I like it very much, Mr. Yang, do you have anything to do with me?"

Yang Shubao said: "I'm looking for your grandfather." ”

He turned to the old killer and said, "You know, I planted some fruits, I want to start a fruit stall business, the knowledge helped me take care of it for the past two days, he did a good job, but he still has to go to school, he can't usually help, I want to hire you to work, how about it?"

The old killer smiled: "I heard him say it, it's a good business, if you come to hire me, then I will definitely accept it." ”

"Your income is made up of commissions, 10% commissions. "Yang Shubao gave him a high income.

The old killer's eyes lit up: "Such a high income?"

The reason why Yang Shubao gave him so much money was because he wanted to tie the old killer to his reserve, not only to sell fruits, but also to help Zhang Jinjie in the town.

He knew that Zhang Jinjie thought everything too simply, how could it be so simple to do tourism in South Africa?

Yang Shubao told him that he would wait for his grandparents to eat and go to school, and the three of them would return to the reserve together.

The three of them picked some fruit first, and at the same time he asked the old man: "My guy wants to buy a minibus, do you have a suitable channel to introduce me?" I remember that you have an old guy who is engaged in car repair, and he should also be engaged in the intermediary business, right?"

The old killer smiled: "He can't do it, you don't dare to buy his cars there, they are all black cars, the price is cheap, but it is easy to be found by people, and it will be a big problem if the police find it." ”

Yang Shubao shook his head: "That's not good, it seems that we should go to the 4S store to have a look." ”

The old killer said: "The 4S shop is a lie, let me introduce you to a person, he is engaged in the transportation industry in Nongoma, I once saved this guy's life, so know this guy, he is an honest businessman, you can buy a minibus from him." ”

He pulled out an old Nokia and flipped it up, and it was full of numbers, from 0 to the back.

When the old killer turned to number 125, he said: "I'll call you, you call him when you get to Nongoma, report my name, he won't lie to you and harm you." ”

Looking at the numbers on his phone, Zhang Jinjie couldn't help but ask, "Is his name a string of numbers?"

"Of course not, his name is Kirkla-St. Paul V, and I just can't read, so I use a string of numbers instead of their names," said the old killer. ”

Zhang Jinjie asked in shock: "Don't tell me, you have given all the names of more than 100 people and memorized them all." ”

"It's not more than a hundred, it's 215. ”

The old man's memory showed surprised Yang Shubao, and then he thought of his father of knowledge, no wonder that person became extremely powerful after receiving education, their family's genes are very fierce, if the old killer had been educated in his early years, then he would have made a name for himself in South Africa.

He told his guess, and the old killer laughed: "Yes, I know that God teaches us to be humble, but I have to admit that my memory is very good, my son has a better memory, and the learned people say that it is the power of genes, and if you want me to say that it is the blessing of the ancestors." ”

Yang Shubao asked: "The memory of knowledge is very good, but it doesn't seem to be as terrible as you. ”

The old man was silent for a moment, and then said euphemistically: "Mother of knowledge, very beautiful. ”

Yang Shubao smiled and called Kirkla-St. Paul V, and the old killer was surprised: "Why do you have a signal on the phone here?"

He glanced around and saw the tower, and was even more surprised: "It's rare that a telecom company is willing to install a tower here." ”

Yang Shubao got through the phone, the man who answered the phone had a loud voice and an enthusiastic attitude, and he heard that it was the old killer who introduced the customer who came to buy the car, he said very happily: "No problem, I have a minibus for sale here, domestic brands, Chinese brands, this brand and European and American brands, you can choose." ”

Getting promised, they drove to Nongoma.

Nongoma is a Zulu town, where 90 percent of the inhabitants are black, the town covers an area of more than 20 square kilometers, has a population of about 5,000 people, and has no industrial factories, only a few Zulu family workshops.

The car drove into the small city, and Zhang Jinjie became interested: "Lao Hu, this place is not bad, it looks very exotic, can it also be developed into a tourist attraction?"

Yang Shubao said: "This is the territory of the Zulu people, and it can indeed be used as an attraction, but you have to make it clear to the Zulu king, have you seen the girl here?"

"Holy!"

Several girls came up with a basket on their heads, and a jewel around their necks, which was the only piece of jewelry on their upper bodies.

It's an exotic place, but it's not accessible to the average person, and the locals aren't very welcoming to outsiders.

(End of chapter)