Mogadishu, fifty kilometers airport.

From the sky, you can vaguely see the structure of this small building including dormitories, clubs, sports rooms, etc. When the first phase is completed, it will be at least until January next year. The total investment has already been 4 million US dollars. For

Tang Dao is willing to spend this money, serve his employees well, and then get it back from the employees.

Circulate funds through priority channels.

Tang Dao is becoming more and more like a capitalist.

At this time, John frowned and fell into deep thought. In front of him was an order from Benin.

Benin?

John had never heard of that place. It was difficult to find it on the map of Africa. It is only as wide as a little finger. It is located in the south-central region of West Africa. The highest point in the country is only more than 600 meters. The total area is only about 110,000 square kilometers. It is considered Africa.

One of the few countries without war, the last time they had a war was in the 19th century.

Of course, his next-door neighbors, including Nigeria, are quite troubled.

The order on his desk now comes from an African tribe in Benin.

They need 200 aks and 20 base bullets.

This amount is too small!

But what worries John is that this is the first order from West Africa. Will this be an opportunity to open up the West African market? It only needs to go to Benin, and at least pass through Sudan, Chad, Nigeria and other countries.

, from a profit perspective, there is absolutely no profit.

"Jingle Bell…"

Just as he was meditating, the landline phone on the table rang. It was very sudden and startled him. After he reacted, he shook his head mockingly, propped his elbow on the table, and picked up the phone, "Hello, you

Okay, where?”

"There is an Apennine dog that is not on a leash and is looking for Lao Hei." The other person said these few words and then hung up the phone.

This may sound confusing to outsiders, but John understood it instantly.

Apennine dog = Italian.

Lao Hei: Aidid.

This means that there was an Italian, whose identity was unknown, who met Aidid with unknown intentions, and the conversation between the two was unclear.

John hung up the phone and frowned.

Before Tang Dao left, he asked him to keep an eye on Aidid. This "country bumpkin" who was born in the countryside of Mudug State is a real wild dog. He has great ambitions. He once told his personal property officer Ouma after drinking.

, "I want North Africa to honor me as Emperor Aidid!"

Sometimes, instead of just drinking, you should also have some food.

Even though the two parties are still in the honeymoon period, many people have cheated on each other during this period. We need to find out what the deal is between the Italian and him? These trivial matters are mind-blowing.

I sorted out the information, knocked it on the table a few times, put it aside, stood up, and walked outside. I happened to see Pierce smoking under a tree not far away, so I shouted, "Pierce!"

"

The American raised his head blankly and saw John waving his hand towards him, so he had to hand the newly lit cigarette to the priest beside him and trotted over, "Boss."

Strictly speaking, Pierce is the second person in charge of Umbrella, that is, John's deputy, and this title is actually correct.

"Come with me to Mogadishu."

"What are you doing in the city?"

"Have afternoon tea with Mr. Aidid." John grinned.

Afternoon tea?

Do you have to travel dozens of kilometers to drink?

Pierce scratched his head, but felt that John was looking for trouble. He asked in a low voice, "Do you want to bring some people? Call the priest and the others?"

"No, no, it's just the two of us. If there are more people, I'm afraid he will be nervous." John pushed the other person's shoulder, and the latter shrugged, then went to the garage and drove an open-top off-road vehicle, which meant that his head was blown off by a shell.

With the car turned over, bullet holes can still be seen on the car body, and the tires have lost a few layers of skin, but only the wheels can be seen a little bit.

This is actually taken from the "car graveyard".

The only means of transportation currently available to the Umbrella Company are armored vehicles, which are inconvenient. However, off-road vehicles are even rarer. In order to make do with them first, John bought a dozen of them from the "cemetery".

Off-road vehicles that can still "move" include pickup trucks!

There's nothing funny about this, after all, Yingjiang has ridden a donkey on the battlefield.

"Bang!" John, who was sitting in the passenger seat, closed the door hard, but the door was very disobedient, as if he was losing his temper, and could not be closed no matter what.

"Boss, I think it's better if you hold your little finger and hook it."

Pierce couldn't help grinning at the side. In the end, he even cried tears of laughter. He also stretched out his right hand and hooked his little finger, which looked a little childish.

"Fuck!" John blushed and cursed loudly, "Are there no other cars? This car is too broken."

Pierce shrugged, leaned over, pulled the handle, and exerted so much force that the glass almost shattered and his eardrums hurt, but the door was finally closed. The former said with a smile, "As long as you yell at dishonest people,

Just say it and he will definitely be good."

John was startled and turned his head to look at him. The two of them looked at each other and smiled.

…

Aidid looked at the silver-haired Italian in front of him slowly wiping his glasses. He looked a little impatient and his tone was very dissatisfied. "Mr. Wallace, you are planning to make sparks out of your glasses."

Come?"

He is expressing his dissatisfaction.

But the other person raised his head. There was a small scar on the corner of his eye. He breathed at the glasses slowly and wiped them with paper a few times before putting them on. After feeling his eyes clear, he was very satisfied.

He nodded and then said, "Sorry, there is too much dust in the Sahara Desert. If I take off my glasses, I won't be able to see the general clearly."

Aidid waved his hand and frowned, "Forget it, you didn't come from Italy just to talk about this, right?"

"Of course, I heard that my friend Cecilio Baggio died in Mogadishu?"

Cecilio?

Is that the gentleman?

The figure of the other party instantly appeared in Aidid's mind. The most important thing is that he also understood the cause and reason of the other party's death, which also had a lot to do with him.

Wallace stared at each other. This behavior was very rude!

At the very least, Aidid is very unhappy. Who the hell are you to look at me like this? With two important towns in Mogadishu and Beledwen, he has become the largest in Somalia in one fell swoop.

The warlord does not have an air force under his command, but he has 3,000 armed personnel! And all of them are armed with advanced weapons AK47. When necessary, with just one order, he can mobilize all the people in the two cities.

In a place like Africa, when there are people in your hands, your back is hard.

Are you an Italian here to question me?

When Wallace saw the other car's eyes getting fiercer, his heart skipped a beat, and he screamed inwardly, so he spoke before the other car could, "He's a bit pitiful too. His family asked me to recover his body. There's still trouble to be done here."

General Aidid, help." He said as he placed a check in front of him.

Lao Hei lowered his head and looked at the numbers very experiencedly.

He hadn't read many books, and he had only learned combat command and so on in military school, but he found that after he occupied Mogadishu, he became more and more sensitive to these numbers.

Aidid's facial expression softened slightly, and he nodded. He pressed the check with his elbow calmly, raised his head and said, "Mr. Cecilio's body is at the US military station. However, the body has been seen. After all, Somalia's

The weather is very hot.”

When Wallace heard this, he tried to look sad and said painfully, "Then I can only take his ashes back. I think God will bless him and his family in Italy."

In fact, those who can make a name for themselves in this society are all actors!

Politicians are like this, businessmen are like that, even beggars on the streets are like that.

Whoever acts well will stand out.

Aidid looked at the check and then at the other person and was about to wipe his tears. A grown man cried like this and his scalp was numb.

"Mr. Wallace..." He also winked at Omar, the personal property butler beside him, who went to the desk to take the cardboard box and put it in front of him, "Cecilio can't bear it even with God.

Watch you cry."

Wallace took out a piece of paper and wiped his cigarette glasses, his nose was red, "Sorry, I...I just..."

"I understand, I understand." Aidid pressed down his hand, feeling comforted for the sake of the check, and slowly pulled the check over and pressed it under the tea cup.

"I know why Cecilio came to Mogadishu. He has a job here, but let's not talk about that. I came to see the general this time. In fact, I have a business deal with the general."

Aidid likes doing business the most, which means money. His eyes lit up and he motioned for the other party to continue.

"Our company wants to rent the Mogadishu port. The rent is 500,000 US dollars per year. We want to rent it for ten years first!" Wallace said hurriedly. Maybe he felt that he was in an urgent situation, so he softened his tone.

"Cecilio came to Mogadishu for this matter, but when something happened, he stopped and asked me to take over."

Rent a port?

The port in Mogadishu is actually not big. The annual throughput is only a few dozen tons at most, and it cannot even dock large warships. What is the most popular? Sea speedboats depart from here and rely on the sea to eat the sea. Somali pirates are famous.

Moreover, Aidid has no plans to form a navy. He cannot afford it. The maintenance cost of a warship can kill him. This 500,000 yuan a year is 5 million US dollars in 10 years.

"Can this be a one-time payment?"

Wallace smiled inwardly and nodded, "Of course it is. Isn't our friendship with the general worth 5 million US dollars?"

Although these words were hypocritical, Aidid felt comfortable listening to them, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, and he was about to nod in agreement. There was a knock on the door, and a guard came in and saluted, "General, John.

Mr. Cansburg has arrived."

"Huh? Why are they here? I didn't make an appointment with them." Aidid frowned and looked at his confidant Ouma, who also looked confused.

"Invite them to the office next door, Mr. Wallace, and wait a moment. I'll be right back."

Although Wallace felt unhappy, he could only smile and nod.
Chapter completed!