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"Well, it is much easier to control the right to speak than to completely control them, after all, Somalia is an Islamic country, Islam is their state religion, many times, religious beliefs are terrible, if you control them, it is equivalent to controlling their beliefs, this is not something that can be done in a day or two, the failure of the US wars in Iraq and Afghanistan is this reason, if you just want to control the right to speak, then, it is much simpler, we can support a number of forces, provide them with weapons, money, can buy people's hearts, It can improve the lives of the locals, in fact, the ordinary people in Somalia have really low demands, they just want to have a bite to eat...... "The old man sighed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, from yesterday to now, I've been thinking about this question, where are we going to start, I think, since we want to build a base of our own forces, then, we should get the support of the locals, we control the pirates, get money, and then, and then invest in the local people's livelihood economy, we have to appear in front of the ordinary people with a savior face." Zhang Yang has been thinking about this question for a long time.

"Hehe, if they treat you as a Buddha of all families, it doesn't matter if they are working for you, the fanatics of Islam are not afraid of death, so we also need to support a person with strong political power in Somalia."

"Yes, let's not talk about these today, let's go to that village to see the environment in a few days, as you said, Mogadishu is a historical ancient city, since we came, it should be worth the trip, it's already afternoon, rest early after visiting Mogadishu, and go to that village tomorrow after taking care of some things, where is Aze waiting for us."

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Mogadishu is the capital of Somalia, because of years of war, it is not prosperous, but after all, it is the capital of a country, plus dozens of international organizations are stationed here, the economy is actually quite good, although it does not have the noise of those international metropolises, but it also has a different flavor.

"Old man, there are so many temples here, grandma's, just walked a few streets, and actually saw dozens of temples...... "Liu Biao is like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, although the city is dilapidated, but it is a foreign country, for Liu Biao, there are also some attractions.

"Boss, this is a mosque, not a monk's temple." The old man said depressedly, "Hehe, almost, almost, almost." Liu Biaowei smiled.

"Old man, are you familiar with this place?" Zhang Yang could see that the old man seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he was actually able to pay homage to those devout disciples.

"Hey......" the old man sighed and said: "That was many years ago, my master was a Somali Chinese, he was a very famous killer in his time, he worked for a Somali warlord, in Somalia, very beautiful......"

"What about your master?" Liu Biao interjected.

"Dead...... After the fall of the warlord, the hostile political forces carried out a great purge, although my master is an excellent killer, but, in that kind of environment, a killer can not play any role at all, so, I have always said, a real killer, do not intervene in the war, in the war, the power of the individual can almost not be, of course, unless, the power can reach the ability of those characters in the mythological era, even if it is easy to influence a war......" The old man had a trace of sadness.

"Old man, today is a tour, you have to do your duty as a tour guide to introduce the customs and customs of Somalia." Zhang Yang diverted the topic.

"Hehe, good...... Mogadishu was built between the 9th and 10th centuries AD and is an ancient city with a history of more than 1,200 years. Like many East African cities, Mogadishu has a strong oriental feel, largely because Arabs and Persians traded and settled along the Somali coast many centuries ago. The name Mogadishu comes from the Persian word for 'seat of the king', which means capital. "The old man really knows a lot about the history of Somalia.

"Do these mosques have any origin?" Zhang Yang is more interested in those ancient mosque buildings, it is really hard to imagine that in a war-torn country, mosques can be so well preserved, and there are a large number of them, from the handwriting Arabic stone tablets, the weathered decorative wood carvings, show their age.

"In the early Middle Ages, Islam began to spread to the Mogadishu area and from there to the whole of Somalia. Islam is now practiced by the vast majority of Somalis and has been established as the state religion. There are 150 mosques in Mogadishu, the oldest of which was built in 1182 AD and is more than 800 years old......"

The old man seemed to sigh a lot, and there was a vicissitudes in his eyes, obviously, from these ancient historical books, he thought of the years he had spent here, strictly speaking, he was also an Islamist.

"Hey...... After several changes, some of the mosques have sunk four or five meters deep into the ground, but they can still show beautiful Persian architectural style. The city's most famous buildings include the Fakr Aden Mosque, built in 1269, the Unity Mosque, the Gallesa Palace, which has been the residence of the Sultan of Zanzibar since the 19th century, the Parliament Building, the People's Hall, the stadium, the museum, the theatre and several monuments commemorating the anti-imperialist and anti-colonial struggle. The seashore is home to many reef-built houses, with flat roofs and white walls, with shield-shaped rams, which are still inhabited by descendants of Arab traders who emigrated from the Adip Peninsula......"

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Everyone in the old man's detailed explanation, narrated, traveled to Mogadishu, and then, and crazy shopping, compared with the old man's knowledge, whether it is Liu Biao or Zhang Yang, there is no comparable surname, although Zhang Yang has countless memories and thoughts, but it is just a thought, and knowledge, the understanding of these customs and customs, almost a blank, it seems, Zhang Yang's memory of the thinking is not interested in these.

Under the old man's packaging, Zhang Yang and Liu Biao immediately took on a new look after a trip to several more famous clothing stores, and there was a world of difference in both clothing and bearing.

People want clothes, and Buddhas want gold, this is the eternal truth!

In the end, Zhang Yang bought a black suit for the four black people who had been following far behind to carry things, and Liu Biao also paired each of them with a pair of sunglasses.

These blacks were specially selected by Enderburton to be stronger, and after packaging, they looked like a group of bodyguards, and several were also ecstatic after wearing a new pair, constantly touching the brand-new suits, staring at the ground, for fear of staining the bright leather shoes, which looked as awkward as it looked, which made Liu Biao sigh with an expression of hatred for iron and steel.

"Hehe, don't worry, these people will be handed over to me, and I guarantee that within two months, they will be qualified bodyguards one by one, and you will be able to go out and pull the wind very well!" The old man seemed to see through Liu Biao's thoughts, patted his shriveled chest and said loudly, and then spoke Arabic to the blacks, who immediately held their heads high.

"Ah...... Hehe, that's for you, next time you go back to China, you must bring a few to follow behind, how majestic ......" Liu Biao looked at a few black people with black skin like charcoal, and the corners of his mouth were about to salivate, if he returned to his hometown and returned to City C, followed by a few tall and sturdy black people as bodyguards, it would definitely make the gangsters in the entire City C envious. Of course, with a few black bodyguards, you must go to the school somewhere, hehe!

When the old woman took Liu Biao to choose clothes for Aze in a clothing store, the old man pulled Zhang Yang to the door.

"Zhang Yang, tell me, what do you want to do?" The old man looked serious, obviously, he could also see that Zhang Yang did not want to set up a killer organization on a whim to play, no one would take hundreds of millions of dollars to play, not to mention, Zhang Yang is not a rich man.

"Old man, I have a hunch, a strong premonition, that something big will happen, I can't put it into words, but I believe in my feelings, and I have always believed in my feelings!" Zhang Yang stared at the old man's eyes and said word by word.

"Something to do with you?" The old man thought for a moment and asked.

"Yes, it seems, I'm in the whirlpool, I've been thinking, in the past six months, countless weird things have happened, it seems, everything happens around me, I can't find the reason, but, I believe in my hunch, moreover, I'm very insecure, this feeling of insecurity always affects my nerves, I can't really sleep, my thoughts always control a radius of a few hundred meters, I'm tired, I'm tired, I don't like this feeling, I want to have my own strength, I don't want to be controlled by others, so, I need a power to control alone, I don't have manpower, except for Liu Biao and Aze, the only thing left is you, all along, I have regarded you as a master and a friend, I trust you, so, I hope you can help me, help me build a fist power, I will provide you with the funds you need......" Zhang Yang said slowly.

"You still have a purpose that you haven't said." A sly look flashed in the old man's eyes.

(To be continued)