"Moutai? Isn't it all Moutai everywhere? ”

Xia Shu's chopsticks pointed to the shelves not far away, and there was a whole row of Moutai with white porcelain bottles and red lids.

"Hey! That's all fake wine to deceive foreigners, when did Moutai sell it like that, there must be a gift box again! ”

"Fake?"

"That's not it, the locals really can't taste it for them to drink, it's all ruined, but this time I contacted a friend in China to buy me two boxes of real, which have been loaded into containers and shipped to Ukanda."

As a Huaxia supermarket, most of the goods in it are naturally imported from China, but the speed of sea transportation is a little slower, and each purchase is calculated on a monthly basis.

Eating and drinking, Natsuki remembered something that he had been thinking about for a long time.

"Cousin, do you know someone who sells this?"

Natsuki's left hand gestures to a figure of eight, a gesture that can represent a number or another object.

"Guns? Why are you asking this, you bastard? You want to buy a gun? ”

Guns are naturally to be bought, and martial arts are not, so you can only use guns to bully and bully people, especially in the chaotic land of Africa, guns are an indispensable part of life, and there is no such thing as violating or not prohibiting.

"I heard that a small Chinese boss who sells handicrafts in our villa area was shot by a robbery when he went out to buy goods.

Although Natsuki's real purpose is not this, what he said is indeed true, robberies will occur in every corner of the world, such as the cost of armed robbery in third world countries where guns are not controlled.

"Didn't you hire security guards when you went out, it's not safe to hold a gun in your hand."

As a traditional Chinese, Qian Bida doesn't like guns very much, and as for the security of the supermarket, he has carte blanche to entrust a company of government troops stationed in the town, and the Chinese people who have a good relationship or something are the best at it.

"Don't be cousin, it's a team with security guards, and our maintenance team has three or two kittens, and it's all up to you to be clever about safety!"

It's true, they have to be more mobile in their maintenance operations, so they only work in groups of two.

It's not that Natsuki himself can't get guns, it's just that what he gets is basically second-hand, maybe if you're lucky, you can see a grandfather-level AK, and Qian Bida is different, he is naturally not a simple character to be able to open a supermarket in such a chaotic place, and there are even more channels behind him.

This is also the reason why Natsuki came to him, otherwise with his caution, no one would have found out that he had anything to do with weapons.

"In this way, so you can use this business card to report my name, he should have a lot of good things here!"

After thinking about it for a while, Qian Bida still opened the cashier drawer, took out one from a stack of business cards and handed it to Xia Shu, he knew that his nephew had been a soldier, and he believed that he would not shoot himself off and collapse.

There are not a few people who lack reverence for weapons and play themselves to death, which is why he doesn't want Natsuki to buy a gun, but compared to the safety of his nephew, if he has a gun in his hand, he doesn't need it, and his sense of security is full.

"Thank you, cousin."

"If you really want to thank me, come and help me."

"This, this is still forgotten!"

That night, Xia Shu stayed here at Qian Bida, although no one in Ukanda checked for drunk driving, but Xia Shu still spared his life, he saw a little double vision when he dried a bottle of Wuliangye, and drove the car into the sea but no one helped him pick it up.

When he woke up the next day, Natsuki was a little stunned, he was twenty-five years old, and many of his classmates in high school at this age were fathers and mothers, and in a foreign country, he felt that his life had just begun.

Maybe the system is a birthday gift from Lao Tzu who doesn't know what his name is, so that his life will say goodbye to mediocrity.

Outside the supermarket, Qian Bida put things in the back of Xia Shu's car in large bags, as the only relative, Lao Qian is not generally good to Xia Shu, even if he is a Chinese profiteer in the eyes of others.

"Cousin, okay, I can't eat all these things."

Natsuki was a little embarrassed to stop it, and he wanted to go back and get some old money.

"If you can't finish eating, give more points to your colleagues, don't be stingy, and it's convenient to do anything that is good everywhere."

Qian Bida interjected to teach his life experience, he has no wife and no children, he has always regarded Xia Shu as a son, but Xia Shu is strong, and he has to fight for a future for himself.

"By the way, you take this, my cousin is old, I don't know what you young people like, I'm afraid I'll buy the wrong birthday gift, you can buy something yourself!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to the left and right, Qian Bida stuffed a cowhide envelope into Xia Shu's arms.

"Cousin, you!"

"Don't be polite to me, my sister and brother-in-law are gone, and I'm just your nephew!"

didn't let Xia Shu excuse himself, Qian Bida turned around and walked back to the supermarket after speaking, looking at the back of his cousin leaving, the corners of Xia Shu's eyes were inexplicably a little moist.

It's Natsuki's luck to meet such a relative, even if there is no blood relationship, the relationship is deep enough, the biological parents are parents, and the adoptive parents are also parents.

When he returned to the villa, Xia Shu opened the envelope, which contained five thousand US dollars, which was his two months' salary, and he had been in Ukanda for nearly a year, and he didn't spend much money on food and drink, and he had saved a total of more than 200,000 yuan, that is, more than 30,000 US dollars, plus these 5,000, the money that could be used to purchase weapons and equipment was a total of 35,000.

It doesn't look like much, but you can also find a batch of good goods.

After getting out of the car, Xia Shu found that the yard was very lively, and the security team hired by the company also came.

"Xiao Li, Xiao Zhou, find a few people to move the goods in the back bucket of my car to my house, take half of the food out and put it in the kitchen refrigerator!"

"Thank you, Brother Xia!"

The two of them were very happy to hear that something was divided, and the whole team knew that Natsuki had a cousin who ran a supermarket in the town, and every time he went, he would return with a full load, and it seemed that there were a lot of goods this time.

Walking into the living room of the villa, Xia Shu saw Lao Wang packing up his papers.

"Brother Wang, what are you doing?"

"The company has given a task, and the approved amount of 500,000 yuan has been received, and I am about to go to the bank to withdraw the money!"

Although you can swipe your card, in Africa, many businesses are still accustomed to cash transactions, and the so-called 500,000 here naturally does not refer to soft sister coins, but green American knives.

"Hey, I'm going to the bank too, let's go?"

The company naturally has an armed security escort to withdraw money, and Xia Shu is the only one who withdraws money personally, and the safety factor of the company's security withdrawal is not a little bit higher.

"You want to withdraw money? I'll take it for you by the way, but your injury is still not healed! ”

Lao Wang thought that Xia Shu was just taking out 1,800 US dollars, so he kindly persuaded him, but Xia Shu wanted to withdraw all the money in his account.

"It's okay, Brother Wang, you can get better faster by moving your body."

"Okay, we'll leave in half an hour!"

Back in his room, Natsuki locked the door, opened the storage scroll and released Xiao Jiang, opened a bag of type A blood, inserted the straw he took from the juice shop, and handed it to Xiao Jiang.

For Xiao Jiang, who is over 200 years old, drinking blood every day is his happiest time, as for his parents, he has not seen them since he woke up, and his impression of them has gradually faded.

It's a little zombie after all!

Natsuki clicked on the remaining blood packs in the incubator, there were only three packs left, that is, three days' supply, and it seemed that in addition to weapons and equipment, he had to take out some money to buy blood packs.

Children have to drink milk every day, and Xiao Jiang also has to drink human blood, and 400cc of summer trees per day can still afford it, but the channel has to think of a way, and the St. Veran Hospital that I went to before was a good choice.

Seeing that Xiao Jiang sucked the blood bag clean, Xia Shu put him back into the storage scroll, although he lived in a single room in the villa, it was safer for Xiao Jiang to stay in the scroll.

Taking out his bank card from the drawer, Natsuki left the room again.