Monrovia, Market.

Coming out of the hotel, Lin Qing drove with his bodyguards to the Ria market, the word Ria means freedom locally, and Liberia means liberation and freedom.

The market is very close to the hotel, in general, many buildings in Monrovia are very close to the hotel, if it can be divided into several rings, the hotel is about 300 meters in the center of the radius, which is a ring of Monrovia, where the Liberian embassy, hotels, markets, television stations and other government buildings are concentrated.

The local tour guide told Lin Qing that the 300-meter area centered on the hotel is a forbidden area in Monrovia, and no crime is allowed, because the rich people living in this circle are the rich class of Monrovia, who control the power of life and death in the entire city.

From the moment he got out of the hotel, Lin Qing felt that someone was staring at them, but Lin Qing didn't care too much, after all, the place he was going to was in the circle of this forbidden area.

The market in Monrovia was unlike any other Lin Qing had ever seen, there were no stalls, only a large crowd of people haphazardly setting up stalls on a random street, most of them black, but also a few white and yellow people.

The market sells all kinds of things, black people sell all kinds of messy things, bone products, animal skins, rough stones, guns, and even all kinds of old knives and some broken electrical appliances, Lin Qing actually saw black people selling tattered clothes and broken shoes that have almost worn out their soles, and from time to time people ask for prices.

Most of the white people are selling weapons, there are many types of weapons, very miscellaneous, if they are all gathered, they can be gathered into a collection of twentieth-century firearms, the rifles that Mitsubayashi Qing saw, the old German M1888 old sleeve, Mosin Nagant, Garand and even the Japanese Sanba big cover.

There are also advanced automatic rifles, but they are expensive, not people here can afford them, they are generally second-hand firearms, the most common is AK47, as long as it sells guns, there are a few in any stall, as well as mini Uzi, M4A1, and even domestic 95 assault rifles.

But the strange thing is that no grenades were found in the weapons sold by these white men, and Lin Qing asked the tour guide to find out that this is because peacekeeping troops are often attacked by suicides, so Liberia prohibits the sale of hand grenades and other portable explosive weapons in private arms deals.

Most of the yellow people in the market sell daily necessities, most of them are Chinese, and Lin Qing also saw the bloody side of the Chinese.

Everyone has always had the impression that our countrymen are good law-abiding citizens in foreign countries, but law-abiding in Liberia is synonymous with weakness and bullying.

The image of the Chinese in the market is holding an automatic rifle, holding a cigarette, staring at the black people coming and going with very fierce eyes, and when doing business, as long as there is anything wrong, they will directly open their mouths and scold loudly, and the muzzle of the gun is directly aimed at others, and the frightened black people are stunned for a while.

This is not to scare the blacks, but they are really afraid, they are afraid of being killed, the Chinese have never been any sheep, if they live in a stable and developed civilized world, the Chinese may be very friendly and kind, this is the nature of our nation.

However, in the war-torn world of Africa, it is the restless fighting genes in the blood of the Chinese that are stimulated, and after the Chinese came to Liberia, there have been dozens of conflicts with local blacks, but all of them ended in Chinese victories.

Chinese people also sell a lot of things, most of them are simple daily necessities, such as Shufujia's soap, Kang Shuaifu's instant noodles, toothpaste, towels and so on.

Lin Qing can see in every Chinese booth in the sixties and seventies of the last century, in order to face the possible war, a large number of reserves of canned food, army green canned food has been a little rusty, and the production date and manufacturer are faintly visible.

There are two common currencies in the market, one is the US dollar, and the other is bullets, rifles, pistols, and heavy machine guns. Of course, white people don't take bullets, most of them sell arms, and there is no shortage of this thing.

Chinese goods can be traded with bullets, ten bullets, a piece of soap, etc., and the merchants will take the bullets to trade with the Liberian ore merchants, return home with all kinds of precious stones, and then come with all kinds of small goods, and so on.

Lin Qing walked into a relatively large Chinese stall, there were five people in this stall, three salesmen, two bodyguards, and the things sold could be said to be the most complete in the entire market, with food, clothing, drink, weapons and ammunition.

"Boss, I want a batch of goods, can you eat it." sat down on the small bench in front of the stall with a big grin, and the bodyguards behind him stood in a row, drinking, and it really had a bit of a triad posture.

"This fellow, what do you want, I dare to say, in Liberia, as long as you want it, there is no Maliu who can't get it."

"Can you get me two truckloads of basic living supplies? The price is negotiable, whatever you want, as long as it's not too expensive, just stuff me with two large trucks. ”

Ma Liu thought about it, and couldn't help laughing: "Little fellow, we Chinese in Liberia have always been famous for unity, don't tease my brother, brother, I'm not so easy to play, I welcome business, make trouble."

Ma Liu thought that Lin Qing was making trouble, this can't be blamed, you have seen the buyer running over to the seller and saying: "Boss, give me two truckloads of goods, you can prepare whatever you want, just stuff the car for me."

Your first reaction was not to gloat, but to rush straight up: "You melon baby, what are you doing to find me happy."

Lin Qing didn't speak, took out $10,000 from his bag and handed it over: "This is a deposit, $20,000, help me prepare two truckloads of goods, how about it?" Do you want to do this business? ”

As soon as Ma Liu saw Lin Qing take out a stack of dollars and hand it over, his face, which was originally covered with pockmarks, immediately laughed, and directly reached out to take the money, nodding while counting: "Yes, yes, this business is no problem, in this Monrovia, there are no goods that I Ma Liu can't make, two cars, no problem."

Carefully checking the authenticity of the coins one by one, Ma Liu's heart blossomed, the business of the black people is not good, they are too poor, most of the goods transported from China are processed at a low price, and then immediately go to some raw materials, such as wood, such as ore, but even so, for the ordinary people of this country, the price is quite expensive.

It is impossible for a merchant ship to cross the Pacific Ocean from China, cross the Indian Ocean, and come to the Atlantic, so you have to bring something with you, at least to earn labor costs, right? China has no private weapons to traffick, so it can only bring some cheap and easy-to-preserve daily necessities.

These people who are engaged in the transportation of raw materials look down on the profits of these daily necessities, make little money, and have a long cycle of selling goods, so a profession was born in Liberia, a second-class dealer.

Ma Liu is a businessman in Liberia who specializes in eating these goods, they buy at a price equal to the domestic wholesale price, and sell them to local blacks and whites who are peacekeeping, although the profit is not right, but it is almost a non-capital transaction, and the profit for a year is still very optimistic.

The sudden arrival of a big order made him fly happily, as long as the business was completed, his two-month stockpiling could be cleared directly.

"Boss, when do you want the goods?"

"Tomorrow morning, how about you deliver the truck to the door of the hotel for me?"

"Tomorrow, I want to think about it, okay, but you have to pay for the truck, none of the truck drivers here are willing to go outside, if you want to rent, the price is not much cheaper than buying a second-hand car."

"Okay, you sell me two cars, and the money will be paid at the hotel tomorrow, no problem."

"No problem, no problem."

After the cargo problem is solved, Lin Qing will be fine today, and Lin Qing doesn't plan to go shopping in the market, this street, there is really nothing to shop, it is better to go back to the hotel and see what TV programs can be watched on those few TVs that can be turned on......

Maybe you can pass the time.