Holding the phone, the expression on Shen Jiannan's face gradually became weird.

　　 The government army wants to hire shadows to win the war, and the rebels also hire people to win the war. How ridiculous it sounds.

　　 Everyone sits down and talks about making money together, is it not good for him, why bother to fight and kill.

　　 "Boss. Who do you think we should help?"

you still need to ask?

Shen Jiannan grinned and said righteously: "David's tribe also has the right to survive, and their fate is also fate. Since he is willing to pay for the Mopani copper mine, whether it is for duty or humanitarianism, we all Should help them."

This......

　　 "Boss...didn't you say before that we should cooperate with the Chiluba government?"

"Yeah. The Chiluba government is an internationally recognized government. It is legal for us to help the government fight against the rebels. But don't David's tribe have the right to survive? We help them, it is not a contradiction. ."

　　 "......"

　　 Zheng Zheng felt a panic in his heart.

　　 He didn't believe Kurishenko's words very much, but now, he suddenly discovered that Shen Jiannan seemed to be more shameless than what Kurishenko said.

　　 supports both David and Chiluba, fools can guess the purpose of doing this.

　　 can obviously want to take advantage of the fisherman's profit and wait until the people are killed and alive to sit on the ground and start the price, but they say that they are as grand-sounding as before, which is extremely shameless.

　　 The right to live, humanitarian.

　　 Quante is all shit.

　　 "Boss. You are so shameless."

"Brother Zheng. You really misunderstood me. Think about it, how long will a war end? Angola has been fighting for 20 years, and people are almost killed and it is not over yet. If we don't help them, this God knows when the war will go. We are helping them to develop their economy peacefully as soon as possible."

　　 "Then what shall we do?"

"Well, fighting always kills people, but Chiluba's people are government forces after all. Try to take care of their officers or something. By the way, if you don’t have enough weapons, you can contact Kurishenko, this guy has a good way. , Should be able to help David's people fight for the right to live. However, this is after all a civil war of others, and we cannot decide each other's victory or defeat."

　　 "......"

　　 "......"

　　 After a long time, Zheng Zheng hung up, touched a cigarette, lit up, and took a hard sip.

　　 He is not a fool, so he can't hear what Shen Jiannan means.

　　 "Zheng, what did Shen say?"

　　 "Head, what did the boss say?"

　　 spit out the smoke ring in the outlet, Zheng Zhengyou resented the retelling of Shen Jiannan's words again, and suddenly caused little Kurishenko to laugh.

　　 "Haha-I'll just say it, let Shen know about this, he will definitely be more shameless than me."

　　 He Tianya stopped doing this immediately.

　　In his heart, Shen Jiannan is like a saint, kind and compassionate, how can he be insulted.

"Fart. Mr. Shen is not that kind of person at all. You didn't hear him. He said he should take care of the officers of the Chiluba government and ensure that the David tribe members survive. This is a civil war of others, and we can do this. It's already considered as benevolent."

　　 "Haha..."

　　 He Tianya tried his best to argue for the simplicity, so that the tears of little Kurishenko's laughter fell. As a businessman, he instantly understood what horrible idea Shen Jiannan was fighting, but it was obvious that He Tianya had no taste at all.

　　 Fortunately, He Tianya is not the commander-in-chief here. If he is, Shen Jiannan will not be able to accompany him in this business.

Zheng Zheng is also full of black lines. He Tianya is good at everything, but this brain is sometimes not enough, just like before in Japan, he couldn't get a taxi even if he was stupid. He didn't know if he was caught when he was a child. The donkey was kicked.

　　 The reaction of the two made He Tianya look dazed.

　　 "What I said was wrong?"

　　 "Yes. Of course, haha..."

　　 "......"

　　 "Head, head-night cat calling."

　　 Suddenly, there was a call from the walkie-talkie in the room. Zheng Zheng waved his hand, stopped the little Kurishenko's laughter and picked up the walkie-talkie.

　　 "Brown bear received."

　　 "A bunch of people came to the camp and wanted to see you. They claimed to be from the Lukassa Ministry of Finance and wanted to negotiate a deal with us."

　　 "......"

　　 Chiluba people!

　　 After putting away the walkie-talkie, a glimmer of cold light flashed in Zheng Zheng's eyes.

　　 Although he scolded Shen Jiannan as shameless, he actually had an inexplicable sense of pleasure in his heart, because if the fighting between the two sides escalated, then more people would die here.

　　 It's not that Zheng Zheng is perverted, like killing people for fun.

　　 There is no love for no reason, and no hate for no reason.

　　 From Angola to Zaire and then from Zaire to Rwanda, more than a dozen large and small missions made Zheng Zheng very disgusted with the indigenous people here.

　　He has seen too many cruel and **** people here. The locals are very xenophobic. Many employees of foreign investment companies are often kidnapped and killed inexplicably.

　　The reason is deeply angry.

　　 The indigenous people feel that they are poor because foreigners have robbed them of their wealth.

　　 But after staying here for a long time, Zheng Zheng knew that everything was an excuse.

　　 The real reason is that the local indigenous people do not want to work, but they are jealous of other people's wealth. They can't see the hardship of others in sweat, but they are jealous of the wealth of others in life.

　　 Five of the missions that Dark Shadow has received were when the property of some foreign-invested businessmen was looted and destroyed by the locals, and their lives were threatened.

　　 One of the employers named Wang Kangsu is from southern Fujian.

Encountering fellow villagers in a foreign country is naturally very cordial. Through contact with Wang Kangsu during the mission, Zheng Zheng learned that Zambia has fertile land, abundant water resources and sufficient sunlight, which is very suitable for planting. A year’s food can be produced for three seasons, so Many foreigners come here to operate farms.

　　 Wang Kangsu is the same.

　　The geographical environment of southern Fujian is very close to that of western Guangdong, and it is not suitable for planting. By chance, Wang Kangsu, a fellow who built a railway in Zambia, learned that Zambia’s geographical environment and climate are very suitable for farming, and may be a wealthy opportunity.

　　The tree moves to die, and the people move to live.

　　The soil quality in Southern Fujian Province is too poor. Farming can't feed people at all. You can't get enough food after a meal of vegetable leaf porridge. Seeing that there is no hope, many people went to Nanyang early for this reason.

　　 My family knows his own affairs, Wang Kangsu knows that he is not a material for business, but he is still a good farmer. After some ideological struggles, he broke the axe and sunk the boat and sold the ancestral house and took a large sum of money. He took his wife and brothers with his family and dreamed to Casama.

　　 Sure enough, the land of Casama is as fertile as the fellow said, and the rain and climate are very suitable for planting. Wang Kangsu was also surprised to find that people here don't seem to like farming, so food prices are high.

　　 It took one hundred dollars to establish a good relationship with officials in a small town in Casamar, and another five hundred dollars was spent. Wang Kangsu received a 20-year farming contract for 50 acres of wasteland approved by the government.

　　 If you have a land, you can live.

　　 The family dug the ground with a **** and weeded the weeds by hand. After three years of sweating on the ground, they finally saved a sum of money.

The **** was replaced with agricultural machinery imported from the United States, and the weeding became a domestic spraying machine. Even the land was negotiated with the Kasama government again, and a contract approval for 3,000 acres of land was obtained~lightnovelpub.net ~ There is too much land and the family cannot be busy, so they have to hire someone.

　　 I wanted to call some relatives to help me from my hometown. Who knows, in this regard, I was blocked by the Casama government.

　　Because, according to the requirements of the labor department of the Casamar government, foreign investors who want to hire workers from other countries must recruit local workers at a ratio of one to eight.

　　 This is a form of labor protection.

　　 In desperation, Wang Kangsu's plan to find five people from his family for help, so he had to find three people and then recruited 24 workers from the local area.

　　Who knows, this has become a disaster for his family.

　　 Locally hired workers are completely inversely related to their body size in terms of hard work. Wang Kangsu's family can find one at random, and the work they do every day can match eight of them.

　　 Forget it, crops need to work overtime until harvest time, but those workers are not willing to stay overtime when they get off work.

　　 Especially when it comes to paying wages, since Casama’s salary is a weekly salary, as long as the workers are paid, they will immediately find no one.

　　The weather is always changeable.

　　 Because the harvesting or planting is not timely, Wang Kangsu’s farm has passively incurred a lot of expenses for many years.

　　 If it were just that, it wouldn’t be irritating.

　　 Half a year ago, Wang Kangsu was covered with blood and found the first security camp in Zimbabwe. He offered a sky-high price of 100,000 US dollars, hoping that Zheng Zheng could send someone to **** his wife's body.