Although the tribal warriors under Li Jianguo's command also had different costumes and various weapons, they already had some military temperament under the strict training of Instructor Li......

Chen Martin returned a military salute to the soldiers in a decent manner, and then gave a few impassioned instructions, Li Jianguo roared and sat down, and the black guys sat down cross-legged in unison, not moving at all, quite immovable.

"Lao Li, only you can train these leather monkeys like this." Liu Ziguang smiled and shook hands with Li Jianguo, introduced him to Hu Qingsong and others, and saw his compatriots in a foreign country was particularly cordial, Li Jianguo shook hands with everyone warmly, and then pulled Liu Ziguang aside and asked, "What about the things you bring?" ”

"It's all here, I brought a whole box, and the customs almost detained me." Liu Ziguang pointed to the cardboard box in the pickup truck compartment and said that there was a line of words printed on the corrugated cardboard box: Special authentic Jiangbei chili sauce.

"I've been in this hellish place for so long, and a bird is about to fade out of my mouth, either MSG bibimbap or soy sauce rice, or roasted monkey tooth sacrifice, who can stand this thing." After Li Jianguo finished speaking, he shouted at the soldiers under his command, and suddenly a black guy jumped up and ran to Li Jianguo in a standard running posture to stand and salute.

Li Jianguo pointed to the cardboard box and said, "Move this to my tent." The black guy picked up the cardboard box and left without saying a word, Liu Ziguang was surprised: "Can he understand Chinese?" ”

"You don't understand this, the black people's language talent is the strongest, and the Caye language has something in common with Chinese to some extent, so they learn very quickly, and our military training is in Chinese, and you heard it just now." Li Jianguo explained.

"If you dare to be kind, let's build a West African Liberation Army." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.

"Seriously, what are your friends doing?" Li Jianguo unceremoniously took a cigarette from Liu Ziguang's pocket, snorted on the brim of his hat, and lit it and asked.

Liu Ziguang stuffed the whole pack of cigarettes into Li Jian**'s pocket, and said: "Iron ore, or for iron ore, it is said that Wood Manor, well, should be called Liu's Manor now, there are extremely rich magnetite deposits under that land, and the reserves are quite huge, if it can be successfully mined, it will change the trend of world iron ore prices, they are the investors and exploration engineers I invited, and we are all here for iron ore." ”

Li Jianguo took a few puffs of cigarette and said thoughtfully: "This country is still at war, and there is a shortage of iron mines, if you want to do business safely, you must first overthrow Kuba." ”

Liu Ziguang nodded and said: "I'm here for this, in a few days, my freighter will arrive in the San Juan Sea, and then your army can throw away these primitive weapons, use the Chinese weapons of the water, and by the way, I also brought you twenty brothers to help you fight or something." ”

"That's a good idea." Li Jianguo became excited, pinched his cigarette and said, "Let's do it together when the time comes." ”

"Okay, but I need to go to San Juan first."

"What the hell are you doing in that place?"

"To handle the title deed, there is still a lack of legal procedures for Liu's manor."

……

At noon, Liu Ziguang and his entourage went on the road again, and the convoy was escorted by the Caye army led by Li Jianguo, all the way unimpeded, until the outskirts of San Juan, the atmosphere of war became stronger, there is only one city in Western Sadama, and the political, economic and cultural center of the entire country is here, and it is not too much to say that San Juan has the world.

The car was speeding on the asphalt road, the corpses of the soldiers killed on both sides of the road had been in the shape of giants because of the internal organs, the military boots on the feet of the corpses were stripped off, and a military vehicle with only the remains of the burned remains fell into the roadside ditch, the traces of war were everywhere, and the people in the car were silent.

When there were still twenty kilometers to San Juan, the Caye soldiers stopped, and in front of them was the defense line of the government army, and they could only send it here, but Li Jianguo was still sitting in the car.

"You're coming with us, too? Not afraid of being caught by government forces? Liu Ziguang asked.

"If you don't have the guts at all, don't mess around." Li Jianguo pressed the brim of his hat, squeezed his eyes again, and added: "Actually, my fame is not that big, don't think that there will be a picture of me at the gate of San Juan, a wanted notice or something." ”

"Hehe, it's a bit of a three-way mountain city." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.

Three months later, San Juan has not changed much, the streets are still lined with sandbag fortifications, armored vehicles are parked on the side of the road, troops loyal to General Kouba are guarding the main transportation routes, many shops and markets are closed, and the streets are depressed.

Since they were all foreigners, they were not subjected to much interrogation, and they came all the way to the San Juan Hotel, but now that the original manager, Paul, was gone, and after inquiry, it was learned that the Wendu manager had been executed by order of General Kuba on charges of national traitors, and the body was said to have hung on a telephone pole at the corner of the street for a whole week.

Liu Ziguang took off his sunhat and mourned to Paul speechlessly, the hotel lobby was full of people, who can remember this professional manager who had selflessly protected more than 1,000 refugees.

After arranging accommodation, Liu Ziguang took his land sale contract and took the translator to the National Registration Office in Western Sadamoa to ask for a new title deed.

The state apparatus of San Juan had been restored, General Kouba had deposed the parliament and appointed many loyal government officials, and the National Registrar, a body under the Ministry of the Interior, was in charge of the approval and registration of all kinds of asset changes and transactions throughout the country, whether it was the registration of a company or the purchase or sale of a house.

There was a long queue outside the building of the Ministry of the Interior, hundreds of local residents were surging at the gate of the fence under the scorching sun, and the policemen in blue uniforms with rattan in their hands beat them violently to maintain order.

The police put the foreign guests into the compound of the Ministry of the Interior, and pointed them out the direction of the registration office, Liu Ziguang led people to the door of the registration office, and now this is just an office, there are two desks in it, the Chinese-made shaking head fan is buzzing, and two black officials in khaki short-sleeved hunting suits are sitting behind the table playing cards boredly.

The interpreter stepped forward to express his intentions, and the official with the director's sign in front of him impatiently told them that they would come back tomorrow and then continue to play cards.

The translator looked at Liu Ziguang helplessly and shook his head.

Liu Ziguang stepped forward and knocked on the table and handed over the contract, the director glared at him angrily, and then saw the green banknote in the contract, and immediately changed his face, opened the contract and browsed it, and casually swept the fifty dollar bill into the drawer.

After a while, the interpreter said, "Something is wrong, he said that the land has been deed, just a week ago. ”

Liu Ziguang smiled, pulled a chair and sat down in front of the director, leaned close to his face and said, "Think of a way." ”

This sentence was said in Portuguese, and the director saw a wad of dollar bills exposed in his shirt pocket, swallowed saliva greedily, opened the drawer and turned it up, and did not find it for a long time, and then ordered his subordinates to open the filing cabinet and search, until the two iron filing cabinets were turned into a mess, and then found the registration record from a week ago, which stated that Wood Manor, as abandoned ownerless land, had been sold to a man named Richard. Thorpe's Americans.

The Commissioner spread his hands and said that he could not help, and Lau Ziguang understood that someone had taken the lead, but he was not discouraged, but patted the registrar on the shoulder, pointed out the corridor, and motioned for him to go out for a stroll.

The staff looked at the director, and the director looked at Liu Ziguang's pocket, and as soon as he opened his mouth, the staff obediently went out.

"That's right, Mr. Director, I would like to invite you to dinner at the San Juan Hotel, and I don't think you will refuse." Liu Ziguang said with a smile.

The director pretended to be reserved: "I already have an appointment for the evening. ”

"yes, that's a shame, I've got some nice little gifts." Liu Ziguang said quietly.

"Maybe I can cancel the agreement." The director's eyes were still fixed on Liu Ziguang's pocket containing dollars.

"That's great, see you at seven o'clock in the evening, Mr. Director." Liu Ziguang took a business card from his desk, took back his contract, and left with the translator.

When he returned to the hotel and told him about the situation, Hu Qingsong was also anxious, and said: "The other party's trick is too yin, and the land deed issued by the government is more legally valid than the contract in your hand. Who is Thorpe, and what are the tricks? ”

Liu Ziguang sneered: "He has a good plan, I have a wall ladder, I want to fight with the Chinese, the Yankees are still tender." ”

That evening, Mr. Hu Fei, the well-dressed director of the National Registration Office, was invited to the San Juan Hotel for a banquet, perhaps to show his official prestige, or perhaps due to the habits of Africans, Mr. Hu Fei was an hour late.

The host was not unhappy at all because of Hu Fei's tardiness, but warmly welcomed him into the banquet hall, and as soon as he entered the room, Hu Fei's eyes straightened.

At the European-style long table, full of silver cutlery and lit white candles, polite waiters standing with their hands down, and guests waiting at the table in their dresses, the little registry official felt like a king.

The feast began, all the dishes were the signature dishes of the San Juan Hotel, and the wine was also the best French wine, but Mr. Hu Fei obviously preferred to drink cold beer and Coca-Cola, and he would not use a fork, and after being busy for a long time, he simply gave up the tableware, and directly tore the food with his hands to eat, and the guests not only did not laugh at his vulgarity, but also put down their knives and forks, and used two small wooden roots.

The distance was further shortened, and after drinking three bottles of beer, Hu Fei asked impatiently, "Where is my gift?" ”

"Well, there it is." Liu Ziguang slapped his face, the curtain at the end of the restaurant opened, and a scantily clad black girl danced **.

Hu Fei's throat squirmed, his eyes were dull, Liu Ziguang watched coldly, suddenly clapped his hands, and the curtain closed again.

"Alright, let's get down to business, I need a copy of the title deed to Wood Manor." Liu Ziguang said straight to the point.

"No way, there can't be two title deeds at Wood Manor, if I look it up, I'll be dead." Hu Fei hurriedly shook his head and said.

"Nothing is impossible, my Mr. Hu Fei, you just need to help me issue a title deed stamped with the government's seal, I don't need registration or anything, as for the above check, I have a way, such as a fire ......"

Hu Fei's eyes lit up, but then he shook his head and said, "What's in it for me?" ”

"A sum ago, a huge sum of money enough for you and your family to settle in a foreign country, I think such a chaotic situation in Western Sadamoa is definitely not suitable for the healthy growth of children, by the way, how old is Mr. Hu Fei's child?"

"My son is twelve years old." "Twelve years old, that's a dangerous age, you know, Africa is rich in boy scouts, and a twelve-year-old can just hold an AK47, I don't think you want your son to be dragged by General Kuba to be cannon fodder." Liu Zi said demagogically.

"Okay, I promise, but...... The fire thing ......"

"I'm sure you can handle it yourself, and of course I can provide some gas for free."