Li Du said disdainfully, "What guerrillas? They are anti-government forces, right? A bunch of idiots who kill innocent people. They deserve to be cleaned up by the government. "
Wang Zhongshi smiled bitterly. "Congo and Zambia are like this. To live here, you have to be prepared to fight at any time."
As he spoke, he lifted his shirt to reveal a holster hanging from his waist. Inside it was a black pistol.
Li Du shook his head. "It's too dangerous here. I really don't know what you've been doing in Congo all these years. Why are you still here? Isn't it better to go home? "
Wang Zhongshi took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "Congo is quite dangerous, but you will understand when you get used to life here. It's much better here than in China."
Li Du had no intention of preaching. He had been frightened today and subconsciously wanted to advise Wang Zhongshi to stay away from this country.
The tragic scene at the airport was still in front of him. He estimated that the attack had caused 40 to 50 casualties, at least half of which were more than 20 people.
He explained the situation, and Wang Zhongshi said easily, "Oh, the guerrillas are really like weasels giving birth to mice."
Li Du was surprised. "What do you mean?"
Wang Zhongshi smiled and said, "They didn't make much of a fuss. There were only a few dozen casualties. It's not a big deal. Usually, there are dozens of casualties in a fight in the mine."
Li Du was shocked. Congo was too chaotic, wasn't it?
He asked, "Is the security here so bad? Why is it so chaotic? I haven't seen much information about it in China and the United States, so I thought Africa was stable. "
Wang Zhongshi lit a cigarette, took a puff, and said, "You know, millions of people died in the Rwanda massacre, right?"
Li Du nodded. Wang Zhongshi said, "This is a big deal, right? Then let me ask you, how many people in China and the United States know about this? "
Without waiting for Li Du to answer, he smiled bitterly and said, "Not many people know, right? Africa is like this. No one cares about Africa. This is a place abandoned by the world. "
The two young men who came with him heard this and could not help but take out their cigarettes and light them up. Obviously, they felt melancholy at the mention of this.
Wang Zhongshi came over to take him to his mine. The mine was only about 100 miles from the airport, and they could reach it in an hour and a half.
After the violent incident at the airport, Li Du was not in the mood to go out and just wanted to rest in the hotel.
In this way, Wang Zhongshi asked the middle-aged driver to go out and buy some food and wine while they ate in the hotel.
Li Du was a foodie. Before coming to Africa, he had been studying the local specialties and delicacies.
Although Africa was not good at all, one thing was known to all, and that was the abundance of delicacies. Some places here were rich in resources, and one did not need to work hard to obtain enough food to fill one's stomach.
It was precisely because of this reason that some Africans had developed the habit of being gluttonous and lazy.
There were no living areas around the airport. The food that the strong driver bought was mostly steak, fried fish, fried meat, and the like.
However, one of the fried meat was interesting. It was the famous local crocodile meat.
Sophie politely declined the crocodile meat. She shook her head and said, "I don't want to spoil everyone's interest during dinner, but there are many parasites in crocodiles. Some of the eggs are resistant to high temperatures, so frying them may not kill them."
Wang Zhongshi smiled and said, "The local people are experienced in eating crocodile meat. They first soak it in a kind of herb to kill insects, then freeze it, and finally fry it. There's no problem with safety."
Li Du's eyes were still filled with the traces of broken limbs. He was not interested in meat, so he took some fruit to eat.
The Congo was rich in all kinds of fruits: bananas, pineapples, watermelons, mangoes, oranges. Even in winter, there were still many fruits for sale.
The driver was very good at his job. The food he bought was very rich.
When Li Du took the fruit, he took a pineapple. The tail of the pineapple was cut open, and when it was opened, there was food similar to pineapple rice. However, it was more sumptuous than pineapple rice, with cream and shrimp.
Wang Zhongshi asked Li Du why he was there. Li Du felt that it was necessary to be cautious, so he said, "The Harry Winston group has a lot of business in South Africa. I came here on behalf of the group to meet customers and visit some mines."
Thinking that Wang Zhongshi had been in the Congo for many years, Li Du had an idea and asked, "Brother Wang, do you have a diamond mine there? If there is, we can cooperate. The price should be good. "
Wang Zhongshi smiled bitterly. "You think too highly of Brother Wang. We play with low-end mines like copper and iron ore. We can't play with diamonds or gold."
A young man who was eating crocodile skewers said, "Copper and iron ore mining is very troublesome. Relatively speaking, the profits are not particularly high, and the local powerful people don't care about it. If it were a diamond mine or gold mine, they would definitely kill us and occupy the mine for themselves. "
This reminded Li Du that he was not in a developed country like Australia. This was Africa, where order was maintained by fists and force.
After two days of repair work at the airport, the least damaged runway was repaired. Li Du decided to leave and rush to South Africa.
South Africa had not been very safe since black control had been imposed, but the political situation was much better than in places like the Congo. At least there were no guerrillas or anti-government forces there.
The Congo and South Africa were separated by two countries, Zambia and Zimbabwe.
Zimbabwe was also in a bad situation. When chatting with Wang Zhongshi, Wang Zhongshi said that he had been there once. Zimbabwe's monetary system had long collapsed, and the economy was finished.
Coincidentally, the country had suffered a serious drought. Food was scarce, and the country was in chaos. Some poor people even relied on mud to make biscuits.
He warned Li Du not to go to Zimbabwe. The local people would do anything to rob outsiders. Yellow people like them were walking wallets in the eyes of the local people.
After this series of events, Li Du's vision of Africa had dissipated. He just wanted to reach South Africa safely.
Fortunately, the violent attack at the airport had consumed all their bad luck. The plane flew all the way and successfully arrived in Johannesburg, the golden city of Africa.
Having just experienced the chaos in the Congo and learned about the poverty in Zimbabwe, Li Du and the others felt a little uncomfortable when they arrived in Johannesburg.
Johannesburg was the largest city and economic capital of South Africa. The whole city was modern and prosperous. The hustle and bustle were no different from the big cities in Europe and the United States. The architectural styles were also very diverse.
Cole helped them contact the operator, whose name was Kofi Lion Hunter Chilkisi Aka. In fact, his name was very long, and there was a series of titles after it, but the pronunciation was strange, and Li Du could not remember them.
This Mr. Lion Hunter was a local tycoon and arranged for a Lincoln to pick them up.
As the car entered the city, Li Du looked at Johannesburg and felt that the city was quite like the United States, with high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, and white and black people scattered on the streets.
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