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Dressed in light gray short-sleeved overalls, Liu Muang walked on the streets of Mogadishu, looking at the busy scene on the street, quite a bit like a world away.

In less than half a year, there are few old and dilapidated houses on the streets of Mogadishu.

As far as the eye can see, the wide, smooth streets are lined with brand-new shops stretching into the distance.

Along the way, Liu Muang heard the most voices, not the local language of Mogadishu, but Chinese.

Even a considerable part of these Chinese speaking people are not Chinese, but local black uncles or black aunts.

The obvious difference is that the younger the black compatriots, the better they can speak Chinese, and the older they are, the worse they are.

What gives Liu Muang the most sense of accomplishment is that the biggest and most conspicuous thing about the shop signs and prices on both sides of the street is Chinese.

The native Somali language is the next most common language, while English, the international language, is only found in certain places.

For example, "Welcome! (Welcome)", "Noparking! (Do not stop)" and "CurrencyExchange" and other signs and signs.

That's right, along the way, almost every shop has a sign that says "CurrencyExchange" on the door.

This means that you can exchange coins at any store.

Of course, the premise is that you have five major currencies: NON-YUAN, CNY, USD, EUR or GBP.

It's not. When Liu Muang walked to a Lanzhou ramen restaurant, he saw a young black man greet him.

"Is the boss eating noodles or changing money?"

Although the tone is still a little weird. But this sentence in Chinese was spoken clearly, and even Liu Muang heard a little Lanzhou accent.

"You opened this shop?" Liu Muang who stopped. Pointing to the signboard that is in the same vein as China, he asked with a smile.

"Boss, you're new here, aren't you?" He took out a cigarette and handed it out, and the young black man said with a smile.

"Zhongnanhai at five points?" Liu Muang, who took the cigarette, looked at it and said with a smile.

"The smoke is not very good, the boss is more tolerant." The young black man laughed.

If it weren't for the fact that the complexion of the goods in front of him was definitely not something that could be exposed to the sun alone, Liu Muang would have to wonder if the other party was a compatriot in China, at least he had to be a mixed-race to be reasonable.

"This smoke is good." Liu Muang didn't dislike it, and after saying with a smile, he lit the cigarette with the other party's lighter, and then asked:

"How can you tell I'm new here. It's always been the boss's call, and I can't even take care of the business in the store? ”

"I basically know all the Chinese people who can come to eat on this street." Pointing to the bustling crowds on both sides of the street, the young black man said proudly:

"Every once in a while, a new group of faces appears in the city. However, there are not many people who dare to go out alone like you. ”

"As for the business of the store, they are in charge, and I'm just a guy who solicits customers."

I took a puff of my cigarette. After confirming that there was no mess in it, Liu Muang asked with a smile:

"You can do it, I speak Chinese quite slippery. How do you think I'm the boss, though? I don't look like I'm dressed like this. ”

"I studied abroad in China for four years. I think I still have some vision. The young black man who put away his cigarettes and lighters still said proudly:

"Boss, you dare to go out and walk alone, don't say it. The courage is definitely not running. ”

"Look at your complexion, your skin, and your hands that just lit a cigarette. Obviously not the kind of people who do manual work. ”

"There have been many people who have met bosses who came out to inspect the market before, and basically those who seized the opportunity made a fortune. I think you probably are. ”

"You haven't stayed here in vain in the past four years, bring me a bowl of braised beef ramen, a big bowl, the soup is medium and spicy, and the leek leaves are fine."

"If you have anything to say, it's not too late to talk after I finish eating."

Liu Muang said this, in fact, he also saved a little bit of the meaning of the school examination.

Authentic Lanzhou ramen is not only particular about the soup, but also divided into several types.

Such as two thin, thin noodles, capillaries, wide noodles, large wide noodles, two pillars, leek leaves, wide leek leaves, narrow leek leaves, it is very said.

If you want to verify whether a Lanzhou ramen is authentic, you can just report these special terms and try it.

But just when Liu Muang felt that most of the Lanzhou ramen restaurants in Mogadishu were not authentic, he didn't think that people didn't even hesitate at all, and shouted directly at the store:

"Braised beef ramen, a big bowl of soup, medium spicy leek leaves!"

If it weren't for the fact that there were some foreign accents in this sentence, Liu Muang would really think that he was eating in an authentic Lanzhou ramen restaurant.

Don't look at this foreign accent It sounds like it's a bit inconsistent, but after listening to it, I think it's quite interesting.

The ramen was quickly served, and Liu Muang sat down for a while, and a bowl of ramen was placed in front of him.

Just by sweeping his eyes, Liu Muang knew that the noodle chefs of these shops must have an authentic inheritance.

As soon as the soup was in his mouth, the mellow and fragrant taste immediately made Liu Muang give a thumbs up to the other party.

The young black guy grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth that could have been commercialized for toothpaste.

After snoring and eating the noodles, Liu Muang wiped his mouth with a napkin, then took out a piece of Yinxike and put it on the table, and said with a smile:

"Boss, check out!"

The black girl who was helping in the store was about to come over to collect the money, but she was sent away by a young black man with bright eyes.

Naturally, the target of the light could not be the sister paper, but the silver Xike that Liu Muang took out.

"Boss, how do you pay for this?" The young black man who walked over and sat down in front of him said, staring at the silver sico.

"What? This money can't be used? Liu Muang, who saw the look on the other party's face, deliberately asked puzzled.

Seeing that someone had no other meaning, the young black man picked up the silver and looked at it, and then said:

"Boss, don't tease me, it's not that this money can't be used, but no one is willing to use it."

"No one wants to use it? Why, isn't that your currency here? After taking out a box of Su cigarettes from his body and throwing one over, Liu Muang asked.

"Gold Galleons and Silver Sike, but they are all pure gold and pure silver." The young black man who was playing with a silver coin in his hand laughed:

"The precious metals market outside has been rising all the way, and whoever is willing to use this as money will find someone to take it outside to exchange for dollars."

"Isn't it? Doesn't anyone care? Liu Muang, who was lighting a cigarette, pretended to be surprised and said.

The young black man who took the cigarette and lit it pointed to the sign on the wall of the store, and then said with a smile:

"If you look at every shop on this street, there's a sign on the table that is aggregated, and that's what it's legal to do."

"As long as it is not counterfeit money, and it does not involve illegal acts such as fraud, forced buying and selling, no one will care at all." (To be continued......)