Asamoah walked out of the city hall with a proud face.

He felt that he was truly favored by God.

There is news from the Department of Energy that he may take over the leadership position. This is undoubtedly the best news, and he walks with the wind.

But he didn't see that there was a window on the second floor that was slightly open, staring at Asamoah, "You think you've won, and you want me to quit? Fuck you?"

After saying that, he fiercely closed the curtains.

Asamoah hummed a little tune and walked to the parking lot. This was just painted by the city government. The name is: Close to Western Civilization. However, there are only a handful of people in Somalia who have cars, and most of them use motorcycles.

Confident in cars, Asamoah drives a second-hand Volkswagen van, which he bought from a German businessman for US$170.

Toot toot…

Just when he was about to get in the car, there was a horn sound behind him. Asamoah turned his head in confusion and saw an SUV parked behind him, the door opened, and a white man stepped out, wearing a neat suit.

The place seemed out of place. He pinched the corner of his suit and asked, "Mr. Asamoah?"

"I am, who are you?"

"I'm here to give you a gift." The white man took out a small gift box from his pocket and handed it over with both hands. Asamoah took it. Just when he was about to ask, the other person turned around and left. This made him confused and hesitant.

After a moment, he opened the box and saw a diamond the size of a small finger inside. He was so surprised that he quickly closed the box, looked around, hurriedly climbed into the van, and then opened the gift again.

The diamond is not that big, at least in Asamoah's eyes.

He still has a 17-carat diamond in an overseas bank. This gift cannot compare. He is just curious about who gave him the gift?

Those French people?

They will only think of themselves when they need something, get what they want, and then give themselves some money, and they won't be so sneaky.

He frowned and thought for a long time. When he couldn't think of anything, he put the matter aside. Looking at the diamond, his face blossomed with a smile. He started the minivan and drove towards his home. He bought the house in Jie

On the Zila Sea, next to the US military camp, that should be the safest area in Mogadishu.

When he returned home, his left foot had just entered the house.

Then he saw the landline phone ring suddenly. It was so sudden that Asamoah was startled. He put his briefcase on the sofa and walked over to answer the phone. "Hello, who is this?"

"Mr. Asamoah, do you like the gift I gave you?" The voice of the person on the other side was specially processed to sound mechanical and devoid of any emotion.

"Is that from you?"

"Of course, this is just a small meeting gift. Our boss has prepared many benefits for you, but I don't know if you want it?"

Asamoah leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and didn't even see socks in his trousers. Even a "poor" person couldn't afford to wear them. He was slightly moved. What are the benefits of this? He himself is very greedy.

Otherwise, he would not dare to cooperate with the French in making small moves. He is also a smart person. In order to ensure that his own interests are not deprived of others, he bribes everyone under him with money.

If interests are shared equally, grasshoppers tied on a rope will not invade each other.

He is very smart. The other person gave him a gift and made a phone call. It must be because he has something to ask for. Have you ever seen someone who is so attentive to someone without having anything to do?

Of course, licking a dog does not count.

That's a new species.

In the end, greed prevailed, and Asamoah asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"We are just businessmen who want to make a deal with Mr. Asamoah. As long as Mr. Asamoah is willing to help us write a certificate for 10% of the mining rights of Somali energy mines, you can get a mansion in San Francisco, the United States, and a

The latest Ferrari, as well as a check for $3 million, and if necessary, we can help you get into Dexter's position."

Dexter is the leader.

Asamoah's breath was slightly pinched. He was confident that he could climb up without relying on the other party. What he cared about was the mansion in San Francisco. It was definitely not cheap to call it a mansion. The total cost was close to 10 million US dollars.

It's just a certificate, not a real transfer, so he can still provide this requirement.

"How can I trust you?" Asamoah asked.

"Tomorrow you just need to put your things under the tables and chairs in Heroes' Square, and we will pick them up naturally. Likewise, the real estate and checks will be there." After the other person finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Asamoado.

ask.

The black man put the microphone back, lay down on the sofa, took out the gift box from his pocket, opened it, looked at the diamonds inside, squinted his eyes, put it under his nose, sniffed deeply, and said to himself, "This little

A small piece of diamond can make all women crazy, what’s the reason?”

He twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled happily, "It depends on the fact that there are always idiot men who will pay for them. Just like now, there are also idiots who give tens of millions of dollars for a certificate."

Asamoah is expanding.

But don't fall down.

…

Tang Dao adjusted his hairstyle in front of the mirror. He likes to have slanted bangs, which makes him look a little younger. After blowing on his hair, his bangs were naturally raised. He smiled and said to Robert beside him, "How do you think of this outfit?"

"For Somalia, it's quite handsome." Robert nodded and replied.

Tang Dao smiled, but then his face froze, damn! Is he comparing himself to those gangsters? He glared at Robert, and just at this moment, Jin Dun walked in, "Boss, the car is ready

alright."

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Boss, do you want to bring more people?" Jin Dun was very worried. He was mainly afraid of having too few people to fight.

"No, we are not going to fight. As long as there are five people in your group, bring the grenades." Tang Dao waved his hand. He was visiting the US military camp as a guest, and it was not a war. Just bring a grenade. What about a rocket launcher?

None of these are necessary, it doesn’t necessarily matter who hits whom.

As he walked out of the door, the two scooters looked very shabby, and even the logos could not be seen.

There are no car dealers here in Somalia, and even if you have money, you can't buy one. This junk car was dug up from the so-called "car graveyard" market, which contains some junk cars left by the Italians or French in the local area.

There's still some stench inside.

"Damn it! I think we need to purchase a batch of cars." As soon as Tang Dao sat in, the hard seat made his butt feel so hard that it hit his tail bone. It hurt so much that he immediately grinned.

Purchasing a batch of cars was not what he had in mind. He just thought it was troublesome at the time and was too lazy to do it. But now it seemed that he had to find a way to get a batch of cars that were suitable for driving on the dirt soil of Somalia. Even if guests came in the future, they would be able to pick up and drop off more easily.

"Remind me that my ass has had enough."

Tang Dao rubbed his thighs and said to Jin Dun. The latter nodded hurriedly. He couldn't stand it either. This old car was too brittle. When he bought it before, he saw bullet holes on it. He couldn't keep it.

How did the previous owner die?

In Somalia, it is best to buy one that is bulletproof, has stable performance, and preferably can be equipped with weapons.

Americans’ Hummers, British gentlemen’s Land Rover, Germany’s Mercedes-Benz G, and even Israel’s RAM light armored fighting vehicles are pretty good.
Chapter completed!