Yang Feng's main concern now is not his jewelry transaction, he is not very short of money now, and besides, he likes to pay with gold the most now, so as to save him from attracting the attention of others because of the large amount of gold.

He is now most concerned about the security of Jinyuan, and although Mozambique is politically stable, he cannot forget that the country was still fighting each other a few years ago.

According to his previous instructions, Ye Qian recruited more than 100 retired soldiers in China, and now the first batch of fifty people has arrived, all of them are from rural areas, and they are all from the poorest poor ravines, except for the retirement money, they have nothing, they are full of confusion about the future, and of course, there are also a few urban young people who are full of yearning for the mercenary profession.

"This doesn't work, it looks like a migrant worker, pulling it out will damage the image of our Jinyuan!" Yang Feng was very dissatisfied when he looked at the dress, old-fashioned camouflage uniforms, canvas high-waisted boots, artificial leather armed belts, it is estimated that Feng Zhigang is also to save him money, and the only difference with migrant workers is that one person carries an AK47.

"Change, all changed, all changed to American camouflage, what body armor, helmets, military boots are all matched, just according to the equipment of the American soldiers in Afghanistan, all the guns were changed, all the M16, M4 were brought, and then I went to EO to ask a few instructors to train and train well, and the car was also changed."

Yang Feng looked at the Toyota pickup trucks very unhappily.

"Change to Hummer H1!" He waved his hand with a tyrant temperament.

"Besides, I'd like to think about it," he muttered for a moment, calling Elena's phone.

"When are you bastards coming back!" It was Ye Qian who answered the phone, and it looked like she was suffocated.

"It's coming, I'll go back in a few days, and call Elena to listen to the phone, Elena, contact your father. I need three infantry fighting vehicles, preferably wheeled, the kind of BTR90, for him to be delivered directly to Mozambique! Yang Feng said.

"Boss, are you ready to overthrow the country?" Feng Zhigang said in horror.

"Don't talk nonsense, we're businessmen. We are legitimate businessmen, in order to protect our legitimate rights and interests from being violated, we must have enough force, and also, to get a group of prostitutes, yellow or white people, do you want the young men to go to those black aunts to solve their needs? Yang Feng said dissatisfied.

A group of pure young people educated by the dang country are stupid, what kind of boss is this, it's too evil.

"You all understand me?" Yang Feng asked his mercenaries.

A group of veteran boys nodded busily.

"You. Dequeue! He pointed to someone who seemed to be more honest and honest.

"Why would you like to work in Africa?"

"I want to make money to go home and buy a house and marry a daughter-in-law!"

"Are you stupid? After decades of blood and sweat, you finally saved some family property, and then bought a house worth at most one-fifth of the actual value, and then gave more than four-fifths of your hard-earned money to the people's servants and black-hearted businessmen, and let them raise celebrities to live in mansions, and then you continue to bleed and sweat, and wait for decades to do it again?

As for marrying a daughter-in-law, don't tell me there's a pure love waiting for you. It is estimated that even if there is, when you go back with a full body of vicissitudes. Your pure love is already lying in the arms of some big money.

If you just want a house, you want a woman, then I can tell you, give me a job for five years, do whatever work I need you to do, including killing people and setting fires. You'll have your own villa in the country, and there's your little maid in the villa, and of course it's perfectly fine if you like her to serve you in bed, and if your pure love is still waiting for you at that time, you can take her in. Let her live the luxury of a villa with a servant. ”

The pure young man squatted in the corner of the wall with a blank look to study life, and Yang Feng called out again: "What about you?" It can't be the same as him, right? ”

"Report sir, I yearn for the life of a mercenary, and my dream is to kill people and set fires freely."

"It's good, you're a smart person, and here you can live the life you like." Yang Feng patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction.

Under the rhetoric of Boss Yang, the outlook on life and values of these young people in their twenties completely collapsed.

The next day was the day of the inauguration of the hospital, and Yang Feng, dressed as a Chinese leader, personally held an inauguration ceremony for the hospital, accompanied by officials from the Ministry of Health of Mozambique, the Chinese ambassador to Mozambique, officials from the World Health Organization, and the mayor of Pemba.

Yang Fung Charity Hospital, six large gilded characters shine in the southern hemisphere sun, alongside annotations in English and Portuguese.

Although he was only a small hospital, he still attracted a lot of media attention, especially the domestic media, not only Zhongyang TV, but also the TV stations of his province and city sent reporters, and even Xinhua News Agency conducted an exclusive interview with him to discuss the prospects of Sino-Mozambique friendship.

"Your Excellency, thank you very much for your support during this time." Seeing off the distinguished guests, Yang Feng stretched out his hand to Mayor Pemba and said.

"Mr. Yang, it should be me who thank you on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of residents of Pemba City!" His Excellency the Mayor held his hand, and his eyebrows immediately raised upward, and Yang Feng had an extra hard grain in his hand.

The two quietly let go of their hands, and the mayor glanced at his palms as fast as he could, and then took out a tissue from his pocket to wipe the sweat that didn't exist on his head, and as for the diamond, it naturally fell into his pocket.

"Mr. Yang, is there anything else you need to be served? You are our most valued guest, please do not be polite to us. He naturally understood that Yang Feng would not give him diamonds for nothing, so he immediately asked with a smile on his face.

"Your Excellency Mayor, you also know that I have a lot of assets in Pemba, so it is inevitable that a certain amount of security will be required, and I like to play with some heavy weapons, so their equipment may be a little beyond the actual needs, for example, there will be a few armored vehicles and other things, I hope it will not cause misunderstanding among the people of Pemba." Yang Feng said.

"No problem, who doesn't have a personal hobby, in fact, I have a suggestion, the Pemba coast is so beautiful, why don't you buy a piece of land and build a private estate? No one will mind what you like to play in your private estate. ”

"The offer is very good. I don't know how much land I can buy for 10 million dollars? ”

"Ah, then you can buy a piece of land the size of an entire city, not to mention playing armored vehicles, you can just play fighter jets." The mayor smiled and said that the mercenary companies of Europe and the United States. Many countries in Africa have their own bases, and it is not for nothing that they really play fighter jets, as long as there is money to be made, no country will care about these.

Selling those deserted lands to Yang Feng can not only increase municipal income, but also bring benefits to himself, as for what Yang Feng buys it for, it is his business, and the two quickly decided. Moreover, the mayor also asked people to take out a map and pointed out the location for Yang Feng to choose from, and the rest was to determine the area and then make a transaction, which naturally had professionals in charge.

"Mr. Yang, this is Dr. Caroline, the director of the World Health Organization, and she and five volunteers will work for your hospital for three years for free. There are another 20 healthcare workers who need your salary. The black mature woman came up with a white girl of twenty-seven or eighteen years old and said.

"Welcome, Dr. Carolyn. You've solved my big problem. Yang Feng held the female doctor's small hand and said.

"Mr. Yang, you don't have to be polite, it should be said that you solved our big trouble, I have been working in this country for two years, and I have seen too many people who have to endure illness because they have no money, and what they desire most is to have a hospital that provides shelter for them. You fulfilled my wishes. Caroline said.

"Then everything here will be left to you, where you need to spend money, you can go directly to Mr. Feng, but it's best to plan in advance, because I can't be here for a long time. His funding also needs to be approved by my headquarters in the country. Yang Feng said.

"Understood!" Caroline nodded.

Along with the hospital was his primary school, where teachers were provided by the Mozambican Ministry of Education, paid by Yang Feng, of course, and three volunteers from China who would teach Chinese and Chinese culture, such as Confucius.

After dealing with these things, it was his turn to trade jewelry, the jeweler Feng Zhigang contacted was a white South African, who made a fortune from the civil war in Sierra Leone back then, and naturally he was not a good bird, and he handled countless blood diamonds, and on the premise of having enough profits, the source of Yang Feng's jewelry was none of his business.

However, when the transaction was completed, and the two of them hugged a small model and lay on the beach basking in the sun happily, this thing still deliberately teased Yang Feng like a curious baby: "Mr. Yang, is that friend of yours an Egyptian pharaoh?" Or a maharaja of India? ”

As soon as he remembered Yang Feng's ugliness of pouring out a whole box of jewelry like sand, Mr. Philip felt a little blocked in his chest.

"Mr. Philip, what if I tell you that this friend of mine is a prince of India?" Yang Feng said with a smile, his dishonest hand roaming the ass of the beautiful woman in his arms.

Philip shrugged his shoulders, not interested in continuing the topic, he was interested in how many friends Yang Feng had like this.

"It's hard to say, I've always liked to make friends, and maybe it won't take a few days to add a new friend." Yang Feng said.

"An Indian prince like this friend of yours?" Philip said with a smile.

"Or maybe the pharaoh of Egypt."

"Then let's have a toast for him in advance!" Philip picked up the wine glass beside him and said.

He could already conclude that Yang Feng was the front desk agent of an international tomb robbery syndicate, and of course for a jewelry merchant, he liked such collaborators.

Philip ate all of Yang Feng's jewelry, and then transferred $50 million to his account at UBS.

"Yang, shouldn't your friend have some antiques in his hands?" Before getting on the plane, he kindly reminded Yang Feng.

"There are still some of this, if you are interested, maybe I can bring some next time for us to appreciate together." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Then it's decided?" Philip held out his hand.

"It's decided!" Yang Feng held his hand and said.

After selling the jewelry, Yang Feng flew back to China in a rented Bombardier, and was surrounded by a group of reporters waiting at the airport as soon as he got off the plane, I have to say that this guy is now a news figure, whether it is his African charity or the Taizu Mobao that has been hyped for more than a month, it is enough to attract attention from all sides for him, and the people who greet him at the airport even include officials from the city government.

After some hypocritical politeness. Yang Feng got into Ye Qian's car, this girl actually bought herself a Beetle, and it was a pink convertible version, and Yang Feng felt like a thunderbolt.

"I went to Africa to do charity, I have nowhere to spend my idle money, and some people in China need help." Ye Qian said dissatisfiedly while driving.

"You don't understand that. Charity has a purpose, and if a foreigner engages in charity for fame, and has a reputation as a philanthropist, then his government must try to protect him, even if he does something that is inconsistent with his reputation in private, as long as it is not intolerable, his government cannot touch him, because once he is moved, the government will lose a large part of the people's hearts. In other words, a significant portion of the votes are lost.

Just like I was in Africa, I built hospitals and schools for the people there, and I was covering for smuggling arms, selling antiques, and even engaging in mercenaries.

Why do the Chinese lack great philanthropists? Even if there are, most of them are artists, for the simple reason that there is no need to be so troublesome. It is much more effective to invest in philanthropy directly in the hands of certain people than in philanthropy. Yang Feng said.

"Then what is the purpose of your charitable investment in that Miss Lan Lan? She asks me every day if your ink treasure is sold. He also said that you promised her to take out forty percent to build a kindergarten and an orphanage. Ye Qian looked at her with a smile.

"If I said I was blackmailed by her, would you believe it?" Yang Feng said cautiously.

"Believe you, a big-headed ghost, did you have any evidence left behind for sleeping with someone?" Ye Qian said viciously.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could a good man like me do something like that!" Yang Feng said confidently.

"No?" Ye Qian stared at his eyes, but quickly snorted: "Hmph, I believe you." ”

Yang Feng's Taizu Mobao has now been fried to 150 million. Ye Qian These girls are very cunning, they even make the quotation of everyone who comes to consult to the same person who comes to consult, and occasionally play some little tricks of girls to stimulate the male vanity of those guys, and now the person with the highest price is waiting in Jinyuan Company.

"What do you call him?" Yang Feng asked enthusiastically.

"A name is just a code name. And I think you understand too, I'm not going to tell you my real name, so you can call me nameless. "This is a brain-dead man in his twenties, dressed in high-end custom-made clothes, the style is very in line with Yang Feng's taste, and he has changed the German SS uniform a little, and he looks proud when he speaks.

"Ah, then, Mr. Nameless, can you tell me why you like this ink so much? To know that the authentic works of Dao Taizu are not rare, to be honest, 150 million, it is indeed a little surprising to me. ”

"This painting is worth 1.5 million yuan, and I value the signature at the back, because there is my great-grandfather's handwriting." The man pretending to be B said with a sneer.

"Ah, I see, I really didn't expect that the person sitting in front of me was a descendant of a founding father, which is really rude." Yang Feng pretended to be surprised and said.

What to pretend, maybe the next generation will still dig out a lot of dung!

"Oh, to be honest, there are too many people who have contacted me recently, originally I wanted to come back, everyone got together for a private bidding, you must know that Lu Dao's bid is lower than yours now, and it is only 10 million lower, if it is sold to you like this, it will be a little unfair to him, otherwise we will have a treat tonight, let's get together together?" Yang Feng asked sinisterly.

"There's no need, I'm not interested in meeting those guys who are covered in copper stench, two hundred million!" The man pretending to be B said lightly.

Yang Feng gasped.

The man pretending to be B showed a hint of a haughty sneer.

"This, this makes me very embarrassed!" Yang Feng rubbed his hands and said.

"Boss, Mr. Wu's phone!" Zhang Yunyun walked in with her little butt twisted and handed over a mobile phone.

Yang Feng apologized to the man pretending to be B, and then took the phone.

"Mr. Yang, I've waited for you!" There was a Cantonese accent inside, Yang Feng was a monkey when he heard it, not only can this product speak Cantonese, but also the Northeast ballast can be sprayed out.

"I've been in Africa lately, I hope you'll forgive me!"

"It's okay! I like your Taizu Mobao very much, can you transfer it to me? The Miss Zhang just now said that now the highest bid is 150 million, then I am willing to pay 200 million. ”

"But, but now that I have a gentleman in front of me who wants to pay 200 million, and there is a great-grandfather's signature on the painting, how can I refuse him?" Yang Feng said embarrassedly.

"Then 250 million! You probably don't know very well, the more such families actually don't have much money, if there are people on the stage who are better, they can always be divided into one or two state-owned companies to support them, if there is no one on the stage, it is also very down, unlike us who engage in real estate, money is just a number! ”

The monkey's voice was very loud, and the corners of the mouth twitched when the man pretended to be B.

"This, this is not good! After all, this gentleman is sitting in front of me right now. Yang Feng glanced at him apologetically and continued to say into the phone.

"Mr. Yang, why are you so unhappy, okay, okay, I'll add another 20 million, don't say anything, a down-and-out nobleman, maybe there is no money at all, you have to be careful that he deceives you, I have seen a lot of such people!"

"Mr. Wu, this is not right, no matter what their current situation is, at least his ancestors once shed blood for our country, if it were not for them, we would still be under the enslavement of the Japanese, if it were not for them, we would now be living in dire straits like the people of Baodao, and I will not sell this ink treasure to others, isn't it 270 million? Does I, Yang Feng, care so much about money? Yang Feng suddenly said righteously.

"Mr. Yang, what do you mean by this, am I not as good as a real estate predator as a down-and-out aristocrat, okay, 280 million! Say no more! The monkey said very dissatisfiedly on the phone.

"Three hundred million!" The man pretending to be B stood up and said with a gloomy face.

Yang Feng looked at him in disbelief.

The man pretending to be B raised his head proudly, like an emperor who reigns over all beings.

"Mr. Yang, are you still listening? Hey, hey! "The monkey was still shouting on the phone.

"Put away your stinky money!" Yang Feng shouted angrily and threw the phone out of the coffin.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little out of control, I've always hated this kind of outburst." Yang Feng said apologetically to the pretending B man.

"Well, is the 300 million you mean by transfer or cash check?" Then he asked. (To be continued......)