Before, Li Du only knew that Africans liked to sing and dance to express their joy. They often sang and danced around the campfire.
Now he knew that they also liked to sing and dance to express sadness and grief. After the party began, the black people of the Golden Grass tribe beat funeral drums, played a stringed instrument, and danced around a campfire.
At first, they sang in a low voice, which was used to celebrate the dead and express their grief for the dead.
However, as they sang, their singing became more cheerful and passionate, and their dancing became more relaxed and intense. There was less and less sadness. Li Du felt that they were having a good time.
At first, almost everyone sang and danced around the campfire. Gradually, some people left the group and began to drink.
With wine to liven things up, the black people became more and more excited, and more drums sounded. Some men blew the horns, and the women shook the bells, dancing and singing. The whole place was jubilant!
Li Du drank the fruit wine of the Golden Grass tribe and said to the people around him, "When people die in our country, whoever dares to do this will be scolded for a long time."
Godzilla tore into the roast chicken and said, "My hometown is different. After burying the dead, there will be singing and dancing."
Brother Wolf said, "I think when soldiers die in battle, the sound of guns should replace the sound of drums. That is the home of a warrior!"
Africans really liked to sing and dance, drink and relax. The dance lasted all night. Except for the soldiers on duty, the rest of the officers and men came to sing and dance with the people.
After the funeral, Li Du was determined to say goodbye to Remonin and go back to South Africa.
Remonin took his hand and said, "This makes me feel very sorry, Li. We are not only partners, but also close comrades who fight side by side. Are you sure you don't want to stay for a while?"
Li Du said, "I have other things to do, General. I have stayed here long enough."
Remonin did want him to stay and deepen their relationship, but he was happy to let Li Du go.
Li Du was willing to cooperate with him. When he left, he would take with him all the rough diamonds that Remonin had mined.
Because Remonin's diamonds were blood diamonds, although there had been no bloodshed in the mine, the diamonds had not been internationally certified and could not be sold.
Li Du's offer was very low. Remonin currently had at least 5,000 carats of diamonds in his possession. Some of them were slightly larger and of high quality, but there were also a lot of fragmented diamonds.
"Broken diamonds are not worth much. A carat can only be sold for a few hundred dollars in the international market. Only these high-quality diamonds can make me money. Anyway, I will give you five million dollars. How about that?" Li Du asked.
Remonin had just discovered the diamond mine, and his contacts in the diamond industry were limited to lion hunters, so he set his sights on lion hunters.
The lion hunter nodded. "The price is reasonable, General. Even if they are certified by the Kimberley Process International Certificate of Rough Diamonds, they can sell for up to $10 million in the outside world."
What he said was a mixture of truth and falsehood. If the diamonds were all broken diamonds, a five-thousand-carat diamond would at most be worth that much. However, many of the diamonds here were the size of mung beans or even peas. This kind of diamond was very valuable.
Li Du estimated that if they sold well, the value of this batch of diamonds could reach 50 million US dollars!
The lion hunter looked at him and said, "Five million dollars is too low, Li. I know who you are. In the outside world, they may only be worth 10 million, but in Harry Winston, even broken diamonds can be worth several times more!"
Li Du said patiently, "Yes, but General, have you ever thought about it? Harry Winston is a luxury brand, and the market for broken diamonds is very small. If we sell too much broken diamond jewelry, we will be looked down upon by our customers, which will lead to a decline in our brand value. "
The lion hunter nodded and said, "Harry Winston usually purchases high-quality diamonds."
Remonin was a little dissatisfied and said, "My brother, you seem to be speaking up for my opponent."
The lion hunter immediately showed an aggrieved expression and said, "How is that possible? I am telling the truth, and it is fair. Besides, how can Li be your opponent? We are all friends, and we can get rich together! "
Li Du nodded cooperatively. "Get rich together. Otherwise, why would I do business with you if I have no money to make?"
The lion hunter was siding with him, and he had no choice. Everything that happened to Li Du was ultimately his fault, and he had to win Li Du's understanding and friendship.
In this case, he could only use Remonin's interests to protect his own. It was better for him to die than for himself.
Five million dollars was not a small amount. A tribal leader like Remonin had probably never seen five million dollars in cash in his life.
He began to hesitate. Li Du patted the table and said, "How about this, I will give you another million, but not because of the diamonds, but as a donation to your army. I hope that your army can develop better."
Remonin was overjoyed to get a million dollars for nothing. "Ah? That's it? "
Li Du nodded and said, "Yes, Good made me realize the horror of the evil warlords. I hope that your power can protect and help more people."
Remonin patted his chest and said, "You can rest assured, Li. I am the chief of the Golden Grass tribe. I am not a homicidal maniac like Good! Besides, I want to enter the top ranks of the country. I will treat the people who live in my territory well! "
"Don't eat the pygmies'd * ck again," Li Du teased.
Remonin laughed and said, "I didn't want to eat it. I wanted to give it to you. That thing has a foul smell. Only barbarians like it."
Hearing this, Li Du broke out in a cold sweat. This guy must have eaten it before. Otherwise, he would not have had such an experience.
However, he could not use his own standards to judge Africans. Remonin did not kill the innocent, was not cruel, and was already a very good tribal leader.
He called Sophie, and after a while, the transfer of funds was completed.
Remonin checked his international bank account on the computer. There was an extra six million dollars in it.
Li Du glanced at it and saw that it started with a 6, which meant that his account had less than seven million dollars.
This made him feel sorry for Remonin. What a warlord. It was too embarrassing. He had given Remonin five hundred thousand dollars, which was less than seven million dollars.
In other words, before he gave the money, Remonin did not even have five hundred thousand dollars.
No wonder he almost died of anger when someone cheated him of that little bit of money.
With the real money in his account, Remonin happily reached an agreement with Li Du.
He would continue to dig for diamonds. In the future, Li Du would come to collect the diamonds once a quarter.
Li Du then gave him another one million dollars, which was the deposit for the next batch of diamonds.
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