MTL - The Strongest Arms Dealer-Chapter 72 : How to play for children.

Mogadishu.

"October 21" square, as one of the most famous buildings in Somalia, is adjacent to QZ Temple and the Great Hall, which is far away from it. On the protruding hills, the most fascinating thing on the square is the two bronze statues of heroes. They stand on marble bases more than 10 meters high, and they are several meters away from each other. One of them is wearing a helmet and wearing a sword. A bronze statue of the national hero Mohammad bin Abdullah Hassan.

If it is a holiday, you can also see the unique dance of the Geli people here.

However, now is the period of warlord melee.

There are also many bomb craters in the square, and even the right eye on the statue of the hero Hassan was pierced by bullets.

I have to say, this is more like a sarcasm.

A figure wearing a black windbreaker with his head hidden in the hat stood out in this square. The mouse in the ruins sneaked out his head and looked at this uninvited guest without fear of being surprised.

He purposefully walked to Hassan's sculpture, raised his head, the brim of the hat slipped slightly, and he could see an old black side face with metal ornaments on his ears, and put his hand into his clothes, a letter After stuffing it under the feet of the bronze statue, he turned his head and left.

Five minutes after he left, the same man disguised himself as a zongzi came to the same place, bent down and took the letter away.

No one saw it except the mouse in the hole, but this little guy just gnawed on the food scraps in his hands.

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"Asamoah Gyan Anta, Deputy Minister of Energy of Somalia, was born in a poor family in Bosasso, a small town in southern Somalia, in 1946. He graduated from the University of California with honors in 1969 and returned to China in 1970 to serve as a Mayor of Mogadishu, Somalia embassy to the United States... In 1978, he served as the Deputy Minister of Energy."

"Kofi Benjamin Lieders, the head of the Somali Solidarity Agency, was born in Ghana in 1951. His father is Italian and his mother is Somali. He graduated from the University of Caen in France with a doctorate in psychology!"

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Tang Dao tsk-tsk said twice that Somalia is one of the countries with the lowest GDP in the world, but the upper class still belongs to people with higher education. This is also a major feature of Africa. Many people who graduated from high school think that this kind of bird is in Africa. It's easy to climb up where you don't shit.

In fact, African black buddies are lazy, not stupid!

The fundamental reason why the country does not develop the education industry is that education can control the country!

From the surface of these people's resumes, they are all beautiful, and they have returned to China after education. It seems like heaven, but behind the information is indeed a real reality.

Asamoah Gyan Anta once received a bribe of 5 million US dollars from a French businessman, and handed over 30% of the ore purchase rights to a mine located in northwest Somalia. When his son was studying in Lyon, France, there would be one every month. An inflow of funds of no less than US$30,000 to cover expenses during college.

Most importantly, his son's car is the latest Cizeta V16T sports car with a market price of 800,000 US dollars!

Even his three wives have real estate under their names.

This guy is not as cute as he looks on the surface.

"Unexpectedly, a high-ranking official has more assets than me." Tang Dao smiled and shook his head, as if mocking himself, circled his name with his fingers, and clicked a few times.

"Boss, are we going to hand over this information to the Somali authorities?" Robert bent over and asked softly.

Tang Dao was very surprised, and raised his head, "Why? I don't have the idea of ​​being an anti-corruption pioneer. I like to cooperate with greedy people the most. People who like money are bold. Those who don't even dare to like money openly People, they were useless in the end."

He patted Asamoah's documents on Robert's shoulder while talking, stood up, and twisted his swollen neck, "But we can't cooperate deeply with this person. He is the agent of the French. I don't want to talk to him now. Those Gallic roosters bumped into fists." Tang Dao clenched his hands into fists, touched each other, and looked at Kofi Benjamin Lieders, the photo above was a half-length ID photo, baring his teeth, She has a bright smile, is wearing a red tie, which matches her skin tone, and wears a pair of glasses, with a weak manner.

Although his resume is not bright compared with Asamoah, Tang Dao is interested in his position as the head of the unity organization.

It is impossible for Somalia to truly unite, and Kofi's role is to contact other tribes for Aidid, recruit soldiers from them to join the team, and often meet some small tribe chiefs. Promote the company's products.

"Go and arrange Mr. Coffey for me. Don't go there empty-handed. Bring a gift." Tang Dao fiddled with the documents on the table and said with a smile, "After all, we are civilized people."

Robert nodded, glanced at the address on the information, and after deeply remembering it, he turned and left.

"Hey, it's too difficult to do business." Tang Dao looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's time for afternoon tea again."

Just as he was about to go out, the mobile phone on the table rang suddenly.

Um?

Few people know about this mobile phone, and it kept ringing. Tang Dao hesitated, and then picked it up. He didn't say anything first, and waited for the other party to say, "Hello, is this Mr. Nicholas?"

"Who are you?"

"My father is General Medevichuk." The voice on the other side was very young and also very nervous.

Medevichuk's son?

Did that idiot give his line to this little bastard?

Tang Dao frowned dissatisfied, but still asked politely, "Oh, I'm glad to see your phone number, but, did General Medevichuk ask you to call me?"

"No, no, I saw your phone number from my father~www.novelbuddy.com~ I...I'm looking for you."

In his home in Kyiv, Viktor Medevichuk was holding the phone, covering the receiver, wearing pajamas, kneeling on the sofa, turning his head to look upstairs from time to time, lowering his voice, "I have a business deal with you. You do."

Tang Dao smiled, hearing the other party's voice was at most a ten-year-old child, what can he do?

"Mr. Medevichuk, I don't have a job selling lollipops."

This made Victor very angry. He clenched his fists and raised his voice a little, "I am in the arms business with you, sir! I am not a child. I have served in the army for 12 years. I am a soldier! "

Arms business?

Tang Dao blinked, and asked back, "Arms? Are you talking about...fireworks?" After speaking, he laughed himself.

"You're too rude, sir!" Victor said angrily, "Do you want a frigate or a cruiser? How about the Dreadnought class and the Cassin class? Weapon systems are all sold."

cough cough cough...

Tang Dao's chest was tight and he was frightened. The other party's words didn't seem like a joke at all. He didn't say a word, but Victor saw that he didn't speak, and thought he was not satisfied, so he continued, "Do you want a nuclear submarine? That's okay too. Typhoon class is not acceptable, but if you need "Victor" class III I can find a way, you just need to pay me a small commission.

"Sir, are you sure you're not joking with me?" Tang Dao's face was restrained, his eyes flickering.

"Of course, my friends in...Russia and mine."

Is this the way the second generation plays?

Sell ​​this toy?

Tang Dao felt that he had failed. The opponent was much smaller than him, but now he started playing so big.

The old man is really rotten to a new generation.

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