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Su Lin asked at Liu Qingming suspiciously. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info81Δ Chinese Ω net

"I didn't say anything."

Liu Qingming was also quite surprised, he didn't say anything just now, but he also clearly felt the change in the attitude of this black woman.

"When Mr. Liu said goodbye to that lady just now, he used the farewell gift of the Creole nobles, the Creoles are a very conservative people, and their commoners are very respectful to the nobles and their friends."

Chen Ke walked over and explained to Su Lin with a smile. While speaking, Chen Ke also made a gesture to the black woman that Chen Ke had just done. It's just that her movements are a little jerky, far less fluid than Liu Qingming.

"How do you understand this?" Su Lin's face rose with some confusion and confusion.

"I'm also blind, and I don't know it's their aristocratic ......"

Liu Qingming said with a wry smile. When he dealt with the giants of the Futu Sect back then, in order to make the other party feel his respect, he would sometimes use their way to give them a return salute. As for his Creole dialect, the main reason is that he has obtained some ancient African natural religion cultivation methods, African civilization has experienced many catastrophes, and those ancient languages have long disappeared, and he can only find some traces of primitive languages from Creole, which has long been mixed with French, Portugal and many primitive tribal languages in Africa.

Su Lin had already begun to be suspicious of Liu Qingming's words, she suddenly felt that his ability was seriously inconsistent with his identity, and a thick sense of mystery shrouded his seemingly ordinary face, but the more she looked at it, the more intriguing she became.

"Miss Chen still knows a lot about the Creole people......" Liu Qingming said with a smile at Chen Ke.

"Compared to Mr. Liu, my knowledge is still very shallow"

Chen Ke looked at Liu Qingming, as if he was looking for something. He is fluent in Creole and has a good sense of Creole aristocratic etiquette, and those who don't know think that he is a native Creole. Although the Creole people are originally a mixed race, they do not have Chinese blood.

"I didn't expect to get your light today...... Wang Shuang patted Liu Qingming on the shoulder.

"I hope you can pay attention to your behavior, I don't want you to behave like that just now, your behavior just now is tantamount to fraud, the Creole tribe is a hierarchical society, pretending to be a nobleman is a big crime, if they are revealed, it may cause us unimaginable trouble......"

Lu Da, an official from the Ministry of Land and Resources of Seang, said coldly to Liu Qingming. He was also curious just now, how could this bodyguard be so authentic Creole and understand Creole aristocratic etiquette. Hearing Liu Qingming say that he was Meng, he couldn't help but show dissatisfaction on his face. Liu Qingming's actions just now are no different from pretending to be a nobleman, and according to the law here, this is punishable. He felt the need to remind this ignorant Chinese bodyguard.

"I'll pay attention, Mr. Luda," Liu Qingming said to Luda.

Seeing Lu Da reprimanding Liu Qingming, He Qiang's face showed a gloating expression.

Chen Ke felt that Luda's words were a little too serious. When she followed her father on a visit to the Creole tribes, she had reciprocated the favors with the wives and ladies of the Creole officials, and they were glad to accept her kindness.

Not to mention anything else, Liu Qingming is only the identity of Xia Jianming's future son-in-law, and the Creoles must also send enough people to accompany him. Xia Jianming has no son, and his son-in-law is going to inherit his political legacy.

Scams, impersonations? It's a joke.

And Liu Qingming's performance at this time also made her think of a word, pampering and not being surprised. Now, she can find some highlights from Xia Yinning's boyfriend.

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After a night's rest at the hotel, early the next morning, a large number of people began to drive towards the mine.

After the car walked for more than an hour, Wang Zhao stopped and arrived at an ivory market.

The sign of the ivory market turned out to be a few big Chinese characters, which shows who is doing business here. Inside, there is a dazzling array of ivory products and black wood carvings.

"Oh, relatives, you are finally here, I am also Chinese, my grandfather and grandfather are both Chinese, relatives, what do you want......"

A black guy with a thin figure walked towards Su Lin and the others with a thief in his eyes, and said to Su Lin and them in a somewhat strange Chinese tone. Many people think that black people are big and strong, but this is actually a misunderstanding. Most of the black men are from the United States, and in fact, no matter which American race, they are relatively tall and muscular than other countries. This is not a matter of race, it is mainly due to food. Many Chinese women will also lose their delicate and delicate beauty when they arrive in the United States. There will always be a difference in body size between those who eat beef and those who eat vegetarian food. Just like the Chinese ethnic group, the steppe nomads have been taller and stronger than the farming peoples of the Central Plains since ancient times. Like the poor black Africans, they are no taller than the malnourished left-behind children in the poor mountains of a few decades ago.

As for what this black guy said, his grandfather and grandfather were all Chinese, just to pull the relationship is pure nonsense. It can be seen from his skin color and face shape that his ancestors in the eighteenth generation are estimated to have nothing to do with Chinese. From this point, it can also be seen how many of these ivory products are genuine.

"We don't buy anything, we need a guide"

Wang Zhao said to this black guy. Dealing with the city's government, Luda is basically enough. But when you get to these little chiefs in the mining area, it's better to have a local guide. Not to mention anything else, the mining area they are about to go to is in the mountains, and there is not even a road sign, if no one leads them, there is a good chance that they will get lost. This ivory market is mainly opened to deceive the Chinese, and the guys who run errands and sell things here are also very clever and are the most suitable for guides.

As soon as the black guy rolled his eyes, he began to argue with Wang Zhao, which was actually bargaining.

"Do you need a guide, do you think I'm suitable?"

Wang Zhao and the others were bargaining here, when suddenly a pure Mandarin voice came into their ears, and they saw a middle-aged man with a peaked cap on his head, sunglasses, and a hard stubble walking towards them, with a hat and sunglasses covering half of his face, and no one could see what he looked like. He also held a black, flat, round stick that resembled a cane, but it was thicker than a cane.

"Boy, you dare to steal business, you don't want to live, do you know whose territory this is?"

The black guy suddenly showed a fierce look on his face, he really didn't expect that here, there were Chinese who dared to rob his business.

"Mr. Su, be careful......"

Just as the black guy was scolding, Zheng Baoqiang suddenly felt a very strong aura of danger from the man who was approaching them, and he quickly blocked in front of Su Lin.