After Haya stood on the golden gangway, it automatically opened and slowly descended, while behind him stood Chen Bo and Ibn Ali, who were in suits and leather shoes, and the extraordinary weapons, from the perspective below, they looked more like two bodyguards standing behind.

The scene of the princess driving is very grand, if in the eyes of outsiders, this is indeed a show.

But in the eyes of devout believers, she deserves to be treated like this, she is a descendant of the Prophet and has a divine bloodline. And here is still the isolated and closed island of Socotra, this wealth, this temperament and the sparkling diamond crown on the head can never be pretended, and people dare not look at it directly.

Like a divine goddess, Haya descended from the elevator to the mortal world with a smile and stepped on the red carpet laid out for her.

Kneeling in the lead, the bearded old chief immediately got up from the ground, bent down and trotted a few steps to Haya with his chest in front of him, and said something in Arabic he did not understand.

The sheikh was thanking Allah for not forgetting them and sending the Prophet's descendants to offer condolences and forgive them for not being able to make the pilgrimage to Mecca. And to offer the best pearls from the sea. Ibn Ali whispered to Chen Bo in English.

Naturally, Haya also spoke Arabic, followed by cumbersome rituals and religious services that were mere formalities, even if they were translated, they were obscure, and Chen Bo decided to give up after listening to them. However, from the perspective of the effect, it is still very ideal, at least everyone's eyes are bowing and respecting.

And Ibn Ali also appropriately stood up and expressed it, and the royal bearing naturally did not need to be said, and it was nothing more than this when he usually did charity.

While they were performing, Chen Bo saw a familiar figure in the crowd from a distance, and quietly broke away from the large army and walked over.

"It's a big scene, I don't know it, I thought the Pope was coming." Zeng Tian clasped his arms to his chest and looked at the crowd who were kneeling on the ground, with a rather playful tone.

"Religion is the best way to fool the people." Chen Bo shrugged and said helplessly.

"I haven't said thank you for that batch of aid, a lot of things are not on the list." Zeng Tian smiled.

"It's all Chinese, it's not easy outside, it may be precious to you, but it's just a gesture for me!"

"The image of you is really different from the media report, it seems that the news is not credible, I don't know if I only saw one side or you deliberately hid yourself." Zeng Tian pointed out, "But you are really fast, there are many countries on this island that covet it, but no one has such unique conditions as you." ”

"Journalism is also an effective way to fool the people." Chen Bo said again, "It seems that you have deliberately checked my identity." ”

"I'm a medical officer, not an intelligence officer. If you send such a large amount of aid medicine, this island will definitely not need it. The embassy sent someone to pick it up, and by the way, they chatted about how the Internet wizard who fell off the altar was labeled as a 'traitor'. ”

"If I really want to be a 'traitor' one day, I will be forced into that situation by everyone." After Chen Bo was abroad, he rarely talked about domestic topics, and some things were kept in his heart, and he couldn't talk about them if he had nowhere to say.

Although life abroad is leisurely, but like the roots of duckweed, who can understand the inner entanglement and struggle?

"In the afternoon in Grancier, I've got you in touch with the chief over there, Vaseri. He was more open-minded, not as rigid and superstitious as Ghulam, and he could speak some English. Since you helped me, then I will help you too, and we don't owe each other. Zeng Tian hesitated for a while and then said, "Can it be developed in the future without destroying the ecological environment of the island, according to my investigation, there have been no new dragon blood seedlings born for 40 years." ”

"Well, I'll think about it." Chen Bo nodded solemnly, "It's over there, I'll go over first, and I'll talk to you when I'm free." ”

At the end of the conversation, the welcome ceremony on the tarmac was over, there was no mosque here, and the sheikh's chamber could not have received such a high-level reception, but there was still a conversation to take place in the simple terminal. Well, naturally, it is to inform them that Princess Haya is about to become the new owner of this territory.

It is not enough to have majesty, it is that people have to eat, they need to survive, they have to live, this is the most basic physiological need.

Chen Bo had already prepared a freighter in advance, carrying rice, flour, grain, oil and some daily necessities from Dubai, not only to give them spiritual recognition, but also to give material rewards, how can they be loyal without favors?

"Brother-in-law, this face is really good! How? Outside the door of Haya's meeting with the chieftain, Ibn Ali, full of admiration, said to Chen Bo.

"The guards are sponsored by Mansour of Abu Dhabi, the golden gangway is rented from Prince Alwaleed of Saudi Arabia, and the servants are provided by Al Maktoum in Dubai, all of which were specially transported by cargo plane before today." It was not easy for Chen Bo to do this game, and he made use of all the resources he had accumulated in the Middle East.

"High, really high!" Ibn Ali gave a thumbs up and exclaimed in heartfelt admiration.

I have to say that Chen Bo's routine is still very useful, with such a big pomp, even if you just pull an ordinary person who can speak Arabic, these islanders will believe it, especially with the personal notice of the chairman of the Hadramao Provincial Committee, it will be more convincing.

The meeting between Haya and the chieftain turned out to be very pleasant, and not only was he sworn allegiance, but also the cattle and sheep they had raised, but only in name, of course. Haya said that she would make their future life better, just follow the old lady, that is fragrant and spicy, eat meat and drink wine and divide gold and silver!

After this carriage, he then took a luxurious extended Lincoln to Grancier on the west side of the island, where he met with the Christian-led chief Vaseri. Although the town is small, it is also inhabited by thousands of people, and there are naturally sheltered bays, which are ideal for the construction of a port and are also the site of a former Soviet military port.

Although there is no need to pretend to be a god stick anymore, the scene is as unambiguous, at least they have to be calmed, and there are many condolences for them.

Chen Bo personally went into battle, giving more substantial commitments, improving the level of education, medical security, etc., which is something that the Yemeni government cannot do anyway, and they will also have more job opportunities.

It's a fool not to take the benefits, no matter how bad it is, how rotten can it be? The Soviets were able to exchange some old Maozi industrial products at this time, and now they don't have anything. Yemen is closed again, the shore is calling all day long, no one on the island asks, and after a long time, they are used to it.

It's nothing more than a change of manager, as long as they can give benefits, even if they are cats and dogs, they really don't look at the princess's face, but the boat of coveted supplies.

After Sadiq's presidential envoy returned, he came up with this plan in order to gag other people's mouths. Let Chen Bo first encircle the tribes on the island, and then they will apply for autonomy from the authorities of Hadramau Province and Yemen, and then the upper echelons will approve and set up the archipelago as a free trade zone for economic reform, and sell the development rights and property rights to Haya.

In this way, whether it is the inside or the face, everyone has it.

Jordan is not only small, but also poor, and poses no threat to anyone. In addition to private armed forces, no other country is allowed to station troops on the island. It is still Yemeni territory, both formally and legally, but it was sold to developers, and the land sold is a bit large.

"How about a successful mission?" After chatting with the two chiefs, I also got their assurance, and this was naturally handled by Sadiq, the one who took people's money and did things for others, Haya said to Chen Bo with a smile.

"Very good, but you will have to take care of this island in the future. If I'm not mistaken, you got a high grade in government administration in college! ”

"This task is very difficult, may I ask the president, how much development money do you give me?"

"I don't have a dime, after buying this island and Manchester City club, I have become a poor egg, and my wife is all bet here!" Chen Bo shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Huh? Then how to build ports, how to do trade. Isn't pie in the sky? Haya was dumbfounded.

"Don't worry, maybe pie can really fall from the sky. Your main task is to stabilize the islanders, and I will do the rest, and when Ali is in charge of the grain trade of the countries of the Middle East, it will be decided so happily. ”

Although there is no follow-up development funding, Haya can only choose to believe him when he sees his determined eyes, and he never does things that he is not sure of, does he?

Although all the scenes to be done were done, Chen Bo then took her to the valley east of Hadib and separated by a mountain beam.

To the west is the Yellow Sand Gobi Desert, which is a complete paradise, with streams, waterfalls and waterholes, as well as flocks of birds and swimming fish, endemic sparrows, starlings and starlings chasing and frolicking by the water's edge, and four-legged lizards swimming in the water.

"It's so beautiful here, it's like a fairyland on earth." Haya couldn't care about the palace dress on her body, and immediately returned to the innocence and innocence of her childhood, "Look, there is a bamboo forest here, is it the same as your home?" ”

"No, it's African bamboo." Chen Bo said with a smile: "Zeng Tian recommended this livable place, we can build a manor on the spot at the location of Pinggu Lake, and we can live here permanently in the future." ”

"It's amazing, not only the view, but also the air. It's not as hot as in the west, and you can see the sea in the distance! "You can't find such a good place even in the country, let alone Jordan, which is dry and rainless.

"Well, this island will be our Atlantis from now on! It's called Hangye Valley. ”

"Flower Valley? Very poetic name. But Atlantis doesn't seem to be in this area. ”

"It doesn't matter where he is, anyway, there is no conclusion, since we will call it here in the future!"

The lost Atlantean civilization is indeed a place with many rumors, but it is all in the Mediterranean and Atlantic. Like Sheila's Crete, Gibraltar and the Antarctic hypothesis. Are you arguing with you, and it's still in the way of me calling Atlantis?

(End of chapter)