Although Li Moyang did not have the slightest intention of discriminating against the workers of entertainment venues, when he heard Song Yiming say this, he still had a kind of imagination that should not be there. "I said, you haven't been there for years, so can you just pass it all of a sudden? Maybe people are busy with business and don't have time to meet you...... Do you want to get off the plane and give someone a phone call first? "

Song Yiming grinned and waved his big hand, "No, no, this time, we are going to patronize her business, so we can't make a phone call in advance, otherwise you are afraid that she will not open the door?" "

With a stomach full of doubts, Li Moyang followed Song Yiming off the plane. Because Kenya is a dollar circulation area, they got off the plane and showed that they went to the bank and exchanged tens of thousands of dollars in cash, and then the two bought two mobile phones together and exchanged for local mobile phone cards.

After doing these things, Song Yiming called a taxi on the side of the road, and the two sat in the back seats. The car started slowly, and Li Moyang asked Song Yiming in a low voice, "Hmm, where are we going next?" Song Yiming took out the mobile phone he had just bought, dialed a number, put the mobile phone on his face, and replied to Li Moyang: "Go directly to my friend's field." "

Li Moyang was a little puzzled, "Didn't you say you didn't need to call her?" Ming continued to say without replying, "Who told you that I called him...... This is the most critical person in whether we can save your little beauty this time, and if we can get him done, the matter will be half done......"

Li Moyang, who was born as an agent, is now sitting next to Song Yiming, and has completely become a dirt bun, from the time he was on the plane just now, until now, Li Moyang's doubts have been rising in a straight line, and they have never decreased.

The phone was connected, and Song Yiming began to say enthusiastically into the microphone: "Da! Arakitru! Dula Dula~~ Hasa absorbs Oh, Kuru ......"

Needless to say, this must be the local dialect of Kenyadi...... Li Moyang's head exploded when he heard this, Song Yiming muttered for a while, and then he talked again Chinese "Hey, hello, I'm Song Yiming, the manager of the Super Mechanic Modified Car Club...... Oh, great, you still remember me, it's a great honor, Mr. Jiang...... So, I'm going to Kenyadi for a vacation, we haven't seen each other for a long time, I ask you to do a health care, how about it? No problem, no problem, you can rest assured, you are the least involved in the activities of our club in China, can you still trust me...... Okay, then I'll pick you up at the house later, what is the address? Okay, I wrote it down, well, I'll see you later......"

Hanging up the phone, Song Yiming turned his head to look at Li Moyang, who looked confused, and said with a smile, "Okay, he is half done by us now......"

Li Moyang glanced at him, and said angrily: "What do you mean, this is half done, you have been talking for a long time, I didn't understand what you were talking about...... It's so easy to understand, you've been chatting with a big guy for a long time, and I still only know his voice but don't know what he means......"

"Okay, okay, I'll explain it to you," Song Yiming patted Li Moyang's back with a hippie smile.

"The person I talked to on the phone just now was a senior member of my club, a Hui businessman worth hundreds of millions of dollars 12 years ago, he likes to play cars, and he comes to my club every holiday......

However, last year, he was assigned to the African branch of the company as the chief newsletter editor, and then there was basically no contact. Before we left, I inquired about his office number, and I just asked him out to go to my friend's field......"

Before Song Yiming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Moyang stretching out a hand, "Slow down, slow down, you wait a while...... Chief Newsletter Editor? What company is he from......"

Song Yiming shook his eyebrows, mysteriously leaned into Li Moyang's ear, and said three words: "New, Hua, She!" "

Next, Song Yiming told Li Moyang, who was scared, that this guy is like a fish in water in the politically turbulent areas where there are fish and dragons mixed (you just say that he is not a good thing, isn't it over ==), almost all the war reports we see in China are specially commissioned by him, with him, basically all domestic media reporters can enter the core area of the military ** for interviews.

Of course, the risks are not diminished, and if you accidentally get hit by a missile, you can't blame the editor-in-chief.

"So according to you, we just need to convince the editor-in-chief to come forward and let those militants go?"

Li Moyang asked a little excitedly, but Song Yiming poured a basin of cold water on him again.

"This is really not good, let's not talk about whether people are willing to come forward to communicate with the militants, after all, the militants are different from the underworld, the underworld is at most robbing people's women to kill people and set fires or something, those militants are like death squads, they want the power of this country, so they don't care how big a role you are, maybe he will be taken as a large hostage as soon as he goes, and the militants must wish to have a heavyweight hostage in their hands......

Don't talk about this, even if he can talk about it, and the negotiation is completed, do you think you can just ask him to do a health care? People risk their lives to help you, how can we afford this debt of affection? How much do you have to get people to do you this favor? "

Li Moyang was speechless again, and leaned back a little disheartened, closing his eyes. Song Yiming saw that he had completely lost confidence, so he changed his words and said, "However, let's please him, let him tell us where the militants' base is, and we can find a way to save people ourselves......"

Li Moyang immediately opened his eyes, sat up straight, regained his confidence and asked, "Eh, isn't the headquarters of those militants in the Asamir region?" I've seen it on TV......"

Song Yiming knocked on Li Moyang's head, and said angrily and funny, "It's best for people to set up their headquarters downstairs in your house, and then set up an open government affairs column at the gate to disclose to the outside world how many hostages they kidnapped today, how many high-ranking officers they have killed, and how many weapons and ammunition they have bought......

I really don't know what Lu Dao wants to say about you, their nature is almost the same as that of terrorists, and you expect them to honestly disclose their exact location to the outside world, and think beautifully......"

Li Moyang made a movement to zip his mouth and stopped questioning.

On the one hand, Li Moyang felt that he was a little mentally retarded in front of Song Yiming.