The words of the lion hunter are false and true, and Li Du will not believe them all.

Indeed, Cecil coins have no value compared to waste paper, this currency is often measured in trillions, and the locals don't even know how much paper money they have in their hands because of their low level of education, because there are too many zeros on it, and they can't count them......

But the Mozambi currency system has not collapsed, and the domestic circulation is still very good, however, this kind of coin is also quite worthless, and 100,000 Mozambi can only be exchanged for a few dollars if it is given to Metacar.

Remonin smiled: "Mr. Li, food stamps are very common in our places, not only I print, but there are several Cecil tribes near me, and they also print this thing. ”

This Li Du believes that Cecil's monetary system has collapsed, and some regional warlords print their own currency, and the tribes mentioned by Remonin are probably warlords.

Speaking of Cecil, this is really a country that confirms the ability and quality of indigenous black Africans.

Many people may not know that Cecil is a southern African country rich in mineral resources and fertile land, and at the time of independence in 1980, its economic power was second only to South Africa in Africa.

At that time, there were many white-owned farms and ranches in Cecil, so it was known as the "bread basket of Africa", and at that time, food from Cecil fed the hungry people in Africa.

In 2000, President Robert Mugabe began to implement radical land reform, forcibly confiscating the land of white farmers and distributing it to his "black brothers".

Then, Cecil's agriculture, tourism, and mining industries plummeted, and the economy then collapsed.

In the last century, the Zimbabwe dollar was worth more than the US dollar, and at the time of independence in 1980, the Zimbabwe dollar was 1:1.47 against the US dollar.

After the land reform, due to the collapse of the economy, the government's finances could not make ends meet, so it began to print money, which became the amount of hundreds of trillions of banknotes at every turn.

Li Du is optimistic that South Africa can embark on this back road, and the IQ of the native African blacks makes him feel very anxious, and it is very dangerous for them to govern the country.

As a yellow race, Li Du does not have the stupid idea of white supremacy, but he has to admit that the upper limit of white governance may not be high, but the lower limit will not be very low, and there is no example of a white country overturning due to government bankruptcy in modern history.

Is there really no lower limit for black governance, such as the Democratic Republic of the Congo, such as Cecil, or now the whole of Africa, is this a modern country?

Even Remonen himself admitted that they chatted about Mozambiga, Cecil and South Africa, and walked around the mine all the way.

In contrast, the environment of this mine is better than that of the lion hunter's underground mine, where the underground river not only brings water but also fresh air.

Working in an underground cave mine is not breath-holding, nor is it very hot or cold, the temperature is quite moderate, and this underground river is equivalent to an air conditioner.

Also, even if the cave is suppressed, it has a lot of space, and it won't be like the lion hunter's underground rat cave mine, where people can't even stand up!

At the end of the tour, it was time for dinner.

The workers went ashore to be searched and checked, and when they were fine, they went to collect food, put it in their bags, put on black cloths, blindfolded, and were taken out of the mine.

"They only have to work 12 hours a day, and the rest of the time they can rest and play. "It's not a lot of work, is it?"

For Chinese and Americans, this is too long for any serious country, but for African miners, the intensity is really not much.

"I provide three meals a day, food stamps once a month, and if you work with me for a year, they will live for five or even ten years. Remonen continued.

"You may mind if I hire child laborers, but here, children don't have the opportunity to go to school, and it's a great thing that they can work to support themselves, and many children have to starve to death!"

The boy who had spotted the diamond was in the crowd and was about to leave, but Remonin beckoned to him and said, "Hey, come here, boy." ”

The young man was named, his legs trembled in fright, he lowered his head in panic, and walked slowly, the closer he got, the more his legs trembled.

Li Du sensed that something was wrong, Lei Moning's cultural level was lower than him, but his control of people's hearts and human nature was far beyond his reach.

So, since he had found out that something was wrong with this young man, how could Remonin not find out?

He asked gently, "Where are you from?"

The boy didn't speak, just stood there with his head down, his body trembling more and more.

Lei Monen said: "Don't be afraid, you may know me, I am a general here, I am a kind guy." You work for me, I will keep you safe and provide you with food. ”

The boy quickly raised his head and lowered his head, muttering something in the native language.

Remonen was stunned and asked, "What kind of language is this?" ”

Li Du was dizzy, but there are too many local languages in Africa, and it is normal for Lei Moning to not understand them.

One of the guards in charge of the mine came up and said, "Report to the general, his name is Banana Worm, he is a pygmies who do not speak English or Portuguese. ”

Remonin nodded suddenly: "Pygmies, ha, Mr. Li, it's not me who hires child labor, this is a pygmies." ”

Li Du said: "Pygmies, what kind of tribe are these?"

Lei Monin smiled: "I'll tell you later, you have a good mouth today, haha, haha." ”

The lion hunter laughed and said, "I'll get a piece of the pie later." ”

Li Du didn't understand what the two were talking about, could it be that pygmies were all excellent cooks? But even if they were chefs, what kind of cooking skills could they know as underage children?

Remonin nodded to the guards, and several black brothers pointed their bayonet guns at the kid, and shouted in unison: "Hey, hey, hey!"

A guard tore the boy's tattered clothes and picked him up and scolded him loudly, he was in Portuguese, and Li Du couldn't understand what he said.

The boy became more and more frightened, and finally his legs weakened, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously.

The guards continued to roar, and the other workers who were about to leave were brought over, and they gathered around to watch the boy, and they all let out a roar.

Li Du didn't know what was going on, but he knew that he couldn't meddle in this kind of thing at will, at least he had to figure out the situation before making a decision.

However, he probably guessed that the boy was either particularly timid and afraid of Remonin, or he had done something illegal, thinking that he would be detected and fearful, such as stealing diamonds.

After kowtowing, the boy reached into his pants with a trembling hand, searched the back of his buttocks, then withdrew his arm, opened his palm, and a gray rough diamond appeared in his hand.