The terminal building is a renovation task undertaken by a Chinese construction company, and the interior decoration is magnificent, which is almost a match for Pudong Airport, and through the glass curtain wall, you can see the scaffolding outside, and the Chinese workers with yellow skin and black eyes are working hard.

Out of the terminal, the sun in Africa is incomparable, the sun shines on the white flowers, everyone invariably touches the sunglasses from their pockets, a station wagon drives to the front, and a man gets off the car and greets him warmly: "Mr. Hu, welcome to West Africa." ”

The person who came was Liu Yuhang, the project manager of the wharf contractor, and the project could win the bid because Hu Qingzhen was running from it, so he heard that Hu Qingzhen was going to fly over, and he was waiting outside the airport an hour in advance, and when he saw Liu Ziguang standing behind Hu Qingzhen, he was even more excited: "Mr. Liu, you are here too." ”

Liu Ziguang's prestige, the people of West Sadamoa are like thunder, Liu Yuhang in the local ears and eyes, even more admiration for him, beckoned everyone to get on this Yutong bus painted with the name of the construction company, the car is full of air conditioning, everyone found a seat to sit down, the driver stepped on the accelerator, along the new and wide asphalt road to San Juan City.

The efficiency of the Chinese engineering team is high, the last time they came to the road, it is still building the road, and now it has become a smooth road, the black asphalt road is painted with yellow and white guiding arrows, and there are huge signs erected on the side of the road, if it is not for the endless primeval forests on both sides of the road, it will actually give people a feeling of being in a developed country.

The road from the airport to the city is very smooth, and there are not many vehicles on the road, and soon entering the city, the streets of San Juan are very lively, full of huge posters and slogans, Liu Ziguang pointed to a poster with a smile on the mixed-race man and said: "Isn't he the former ambassador to China, Jose." ”

Liu Yuhang said: "People are no longer diplomats, the Liberal Democratic Party has been established, and the process of democratization should be promoted, and a referendum will be held to elect a new cabinet to replace the previous temporary cabinet." ”

Liu Ziguang asked: "Then how should Prime Minister Martin respond?" ”

"What else can I do, Prime Minister Martin is also afraid of international public opinion! So now there is a big fanfare on both sides to fight the election campaign? Canvassing votes, striking opponents, do everything! ”

"So who has the upper hand?"

"It's hard to say this, the prime minister has power in his hands, he has soldiers, José is not simple, the upper class of San Juan is looking forward to him, it is said that he has foreign support behind him, so Martin does not dare to play hard, now it depends on the results of the election."

Hu Qingzhen sneered: "Half of the country is a kingdom in a primitive state, and the politicians are actually disciples of Montesquieu, I really don't know whether it is a curse or a blessing." ”

Liu Yuhang asked, "What do you think about Mr. Hu?" ”

Hu Qingzhen said: "There is no democratic soil in Western Sadamoa at all, it has always been a system of senators and kings in rotation, the so-called parliamentarians are composed of respected tribal elders, although the system is backward, but relatively stable, the intellectual class that arose after the war is unwilling to be left behind, trying to use democratic means to gain the dominance of the country, and Prime Minister Martin, who started with a gun, is bound to be unwilling to give up power, coupled with the country's rich iron ore resources and the continuation of hundreds of years of national hatred, It is simply a large powder keg, and the so-called election is a fuse, and no matter which side comes to power, it will lead to unrest. ”

Liu Yuhang smiled and didn't say anything, Hu Qingzhen's words were a bit alarmist, although these are all facts, but there are some other factors that he did not take into account, originally Western Sadamoa was just a barren small country in West Africa, and nothing would be noticed, but now it is a star country in West Africa, and one of the five permanent members of the Security Council has invested tens of billions of dollars here, how can it tolerate the existence of turmoil.

When the car came to the San Juan Hotel, which had regained the prosperity and luxury of the colonial period, the black waiters in neat uniforms politely helped the guests carry their luggage in, and when Liu Ziguang showed his passport at the front desk, it immediately caused a commotion, and a large group of black waiters ran over and asked to take a photo with him with cheap Chinese-made mobile phones.

The lobby of the hotel was filled with a large number of engineering and business personnel from China, as well as some European and American people, who all looked at Liu Ziguang surrounded by waiters with great interest, but anything can happen in the magical land of Africa, and after half a minute, these people's attention turned elsewhere.

The front desk clerk took out a black plastic box and put it on the counter and said to Liu Ziguang: "Sir, this is what you have stored here." ”

"Thank you." Liu Ziguang was just about to reach out to get the box, but was robbed by a waiter, and a group of people followed Liu Ziguang to the elevator, Hu Qingzhen and them were still standing pitifully at the front desk waiting for check-in.

The San Juan Hotel has always reserved a luxurious room for Liu Ziguang, the floor and orientation are the best, the window is the blue sea, Liu Ziguang put the box on the bed and opened it, inside are two GLOCK18 fully automatic pistols, and the matching large-capacity magazine, he is no longer the general manager of the Red Star Company, in a place like Western Sadamoa, it is not possible to have a gun on his body.

Preparing the guns, Liu Ziguang changed into clothes in the tropics, went downstairs with Hu Qingzhen and them, and took the bus provided by Liu Yuhang to visit the little king in the palace first.

The road from the Grand Hotel to the palace is even more congested, and from time to time you can see the marching crowd and the high platform of speeches, the candidates in suits and leather shoes stand on the stage with electric horns and roar, and the audience cheers and sings and dances from time to time.

Finally came to the gate of the palace, the guards had received a notification, opened the door and let the bus in, before meeting His Majesty the king, all the people had to go through the security check, and they were not allowed to carry weapons, even two-inch-long fruit knives, but the guards were ignorant of the two powerful automatic pistols on Liu Ziguang's body.

"Why can you bring a gun, we can't even carry nail clippers." Hu Qingzhen asked knowingly.

Liu Ziguang smiled: "This is called the sword walking in the hall, we have this qualification, you can't envy it." ”

Little Arthur has long stood at the door of the main hall of the palace waiting for them, seeing Liu Ziguang is still very cordial, as if the child sees his father who has been reunited for a long time, Liu Yuhang and other Chinese-funded enterprise personnel are about to fall out, rumors are rumors, the feeling of seeing them with their own eyes is still different, it is not simple for a Chinese to do this! It seems that in the future, you must hug Mr. Liu's thick legs, and the contract will definitely roll in.

Just when the little king was receiving everyone, a guard officer in a white military uniform quietly walked to a secluded place, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number, and said in Chinese that others could not understand: "Dad, Liu Ziguang is here." ”

In a mansion in San Juan, Mr. José, chairman of the Liberal Democratic Party of Western Sadamoa, calmly put down the phone and said to a room full of well-dressed guests: "Gentlemen, the election campaign is imminent, our mission is very sacred, the history of Western Sadamoa is very painful, it has been exploited and oppressed by Western colonizers for hundreds of years, and now it is the 21st century, the era of freedom and democracy, Western Sadamoa absolutely needs an elected government, not the set of the Middle Ages, this historical responsibility is on everyone's shoulders, Do you have the confidence to win this election, and together we will pull this country out of the abyss. ”

"Have faith." Everyone shouted at their necks, their eyes full of fighting spirit and hope, and looking at their exquisite suits and leather shoes, and pampered fingers, you knew that their profession was either a doctor, a lawyer, or a university professor.

"Very well, now I would like to ask my campaign assistant Alfonso. Mr. Peres tells us about the use of campaign funds. ”

Alfonso. Perez is a native of the United States, his father used to be a colonel in the Portuguese colonial army, moved to the United States after the outbreak of the revolution, Alfonso was born in New York, is a successful businessman, after the San Juan massacre, he organized fundraising in the United States many times, and after the political situation stabilized, he resolutely returned to Western Sadamoa to join the nationality, and also ran several businesses in San Juan, José's campaign funds, 90% of which he provided, in return, Jose appointed him as his deputy, after the election was successful, He is the candidate for deputy prime minister.

Alfonso doesn't speak Portuguese, but the elite in the room are well-educated and understand his American English.

The campaign aide from the United States has the charm of Obama in his gestures, complemented by José's Chinese wisdom and generosity, and his youthful face is full of justice and courage.

After some eloquent talk and fierce ambition, the elite was full of morale and fighting spirit, and with boxes of West African francs and Western Sadamoan pesos, they said goodbye to Mr. José and rushed to their posts, to the tribes, to the grasslands, to the streets and alleys, to every corner of Western Sadamaya to promote democracy and progress.

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In the royal palace, King Arthur asked his attendants to take the guests to the restaurant after the audience ceremony, but Liu Ziguang was left alone.

"Godfather, what do you think about the upcoming general election." Although the king was young, he was also worried about the election campaign that was in full swing on the street outside.

Liu Ziguang pondered for a while and said: "There is a proverb in China that says that good scriptures are read crookedly by crooked monks, and the national election is the trend of the times, but if it becomes a tool of political struggle, it is not the blessing of the people, I think the political situation in Western Sadamoa is already a wrestling between the elite class represented by Jose and the grassroots class led by Martin, no matter which side wins the election, it is the beginning of war." ”

Little Arthur worried, "Godfather, what should I do?" ”

Liu Ziguang said: "Child, you don't need to do anything, you have to believe that in the end, the winner will be the people who love this country deeply." ”