After Chen Chen dealt with the affairs of the Swiss branch and left the primate research project to Samuel, he prepared to leave for Namibia.
Coincidentally, there was a direct flight from Zurich to Namibia. In less than fifteen hours, he could cross the Mediterranean Sea and Africa, arriving at Walvis Bay on the east coast of the Atlantic Ocean.
However, the plane arranged for the flight was a small, old, and old-fashioned plane. There were no more than fifty seats and there were no classes. The flight service was extremely poor.
Although the general manager, Wynn, offered to help arrange a private plane, Chen Chen rejected it. He was born in a working-class family and would not be so extravagant.
The next day, Chen Chen did not let anyone see him off. He boarded the plane alone.
There was no conversation along the way.
In the early morning of the third day, Chen Chen arrived at this mysterious country that he had long heard of.
From the end of the 19th century to the beginning of the 20th century, Namibia was colonized by Germany and later ruled by South Africa. It was only in the 1990s that it was able to break away from South Africa.
This was a country that focused on minerals, agriculture, fishing, and tourism. Its land area was 820,000 square kilometers, but its population was only 2.53 million.
At the end of December, Switzerland was cold enough to require a down jacket. However, after arriving in Namibia, Chen Chen stripped down to a shirt and a thin jacket.
However, it would be a big mistake to think that Namibia was as hot as other parts of Africa.
Due to the altitude, Namibia was not hot. Instead, it was very comfortable.
March, April, and May of every year were the seasons with the highest temperatures in Namibia. Even so, the highest temperature did not exceed thirty degrees. July, August, and September were the months with the lowest temperatures. It was about twenty-five degrees during the day and fourteen or fifteen degrees at night.
It was like spring all year round.
Although it was late at night, there was already a long queue at the border when they just got off the plane. Most of them were Caucasians who came to visit. Occasionally, there were a few Asians, but they all smelled like sticks.
"I'm sorry, please make way, make way..."
Just as Chen Chen was frowning at the long queue in front of him, a group of bureaucratic black people surrounded by air traffic police walked toward Chen Chen's group of passengers who had just gotten off the plane.
Such a large lineup immediately attracted the attention of the tourists at the border.
Chen Chen glanced at them. As expected, Qian Wenhuan was among them.
The group of people stopped in front of Chen Chen. Qian Wenhuan took two steps forward and whispered in Chinese, "Boss, the Namibian officials are here to welcome you."
As he spoke, he pointed to the black men in English. "This is Mr. Setterson, the person in charge of Walvis Bay International Airport. Next to him is Mr. Chicuyele, the deputy director of the Namibian Department of Investment."
Then, he turned to the two of them and said loudly, "This person beside me is the chairman of Blackwatch — Mr. Chen Chen!"
"Mr. Chen Chen, I've heard a lot about you!"
The two of them immediately smiled warmly and stepped forward to hold both of Chen Chen's hands.
What was even more surprising was that one of them, the black man named Chicuyelle, spoke in half-baked Mandarin, "Really, Ning Jingran is so young. I can't help but think of a phrase in your area — a young and tough man!"
"That's right, that's right, Wal too!" Settson, the person in charge of the international airport, immediately echoed.
"You're too kind. I'm just a businessman. Please don't be so formal." Chen Chen quickly waved his hand.
"How can that be!"
Chicuyelle's expression suddenly turned serious and he said with sincerity, "I've liked the culture of Zhongzhou since I was young. Zhongzhou has a history of thousands of years and is the only civilized country in the Earth Federation. Their culture has a long history and there's only one way to describe a talent like Ning — the Dragon of Renzhong!"
Settson chimed in, "So is Wal."
Chen Chen wiped his sweat. "Thank you for the compliment."
"I still remember when I was studying in Zhongzhou, you guys were so enthusiastic about me. Now that Ning has come to Wal's home, I'd like to ask Ning to treat this place as his home."
Chicuyelle continued to flatter. "After all, there's a saying in Zhongzhou — a person planted in the Cao camp is believed in the Han!"
Settson nodded solemnly. "Wal too!"
"..."
When Qian Wenhuan saw that Chicuhele seemed to be in the mood to talk, he quickly interrupted, "Mr. Chicuhele, our chairman has been sailing for more than ten hours. He must be tired. Why don't we first..."
"Oh, Ning, look at this coward. How could I forget about this..."
Chicuyelle patted his head and quickly took out a stack of documents, saying in English, "These are the immigration procedures and your passport. We've prepared them for you."
"Thank you." Chen Chen nodded in thanks and Qian Wenhuan took them on his behalf.
"We've booked a luxury suite for you at the Flamingo Villa Boutique Hotel in Walvis Bay. Please come with us." Chicuyelle turned sideways and made an inviting gesture.
After Chen Chen left the immigration office, he finally got a clear look at the true face of Namibia.
Although it was called the Walvis Bay International Airport, it was just an ordinary airport. The low-rise bungalow was located on an endless plain, filled with the aura of nature. Above his head, he could even see the vast starry sky.
Namibia had several internationally certified starry sky reserves. Because there was no light pollution and the climate was dry, it was the most suitable area in the world for observing the stars.
These were sights that could never be seen in the bustling commercial city.
Although the Namibian officials were a little overzealous, they still had a sense of propriety. After escorting Chen Chen into the car, the two of them took their leave and made an appointment for a meeting tomorrow evening.
"Boss, this is Cheng Cao, the person you asked the head office to send over." As soon as they got in the car, Qian Wenhuan pointed at the driver and said.
"Boss." The driver turned around, revealing a young face in his twenties with a shy smile.
"I remember you." Chen Chen looked at the young man carefully. "I heard you're a retired ace?"
"Mm." Cheng Cao nodded sheepishly, seemingly a little shy.
"Oh right, Boss, here's what you wanted." Qian Wenhuan suddenly thought of something and took out a black object from his waist. "Fully automatic, 20-round super large magazine."
Chen Chen reached out and took it. Only then did he see that it was a Glock 18c in his hand.
[Glock 18c, length 185mm, barrel length 114mm, weight 620g, barrel caliber 9mm, muzzle velocity 360m/s, fires 9mm bullets, muzzle kinetic energy 530J]
All the data about this gun automatically appeared in his mind. Chen Chen nodded and gently played with it in his hand. "Do they know?"
The "they" here was undoubtedly referring to the Namibian officials.
"They didn't know. After all, it's a fully automatic weapon, it's still under control."
Qian Wenhuan said with uncertainty, "But even if they know, they'll probably turn a blind eye."
Chen Chen did not say anything else. Instead, he leaned his head against the back of the chair and gently closed his eyes.
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