The checkpoint has always been charged by the head and the weight of the goods, and the crossing fee is less than one dollar per person.
No one cared about the money. After the checkpoint was the Anute Special District. His cousin said that he would find a car to drive along the dirt road to meet them after work.
As a result, the foreign faces in the car made the few inspectors from the remote border area look at them as if they were looking at aliens.
Looking at them …
These inspectors, who had been guarding the border all year round and could only make a little hard-earned money from passing drivers all day long, felt that the opportunity had come …
They did not dare to think too hard. When they stopped the minibus for routine inspection, they asked for a three-hundred-dollar deposit for each person on the grounds that these people might carry prohibited items.
The minibus driver was a native, and he was very clear about the nature of the border inspectors.
"What contraband?"
"The passengers in my car are all tourists from the Red Card Canyon." As the driver spoke, he secretly stuffed a US $100 bill into the hands of the inspector who was leading the group.
He had asked for this US dollar bill from the Chinese tourists in advance. According to the market price, 100 US dollars was enough to buy a luggage exemption when crossing the border.
"What are you doing?" The inspector in a camouflage uniform with an AK on his shoulder suddenly became upright. He loudly reprimanded, "We are the border checkpoint checkpoint. We have the obligation to ensure the safety of the border."
"Are these people in the car really traveling to Anute Special District?"
"These foreign tourists like to buy cheap illegal diamonds mined from the local private diamond mines and bring them back to China."
"Do they buy illegal diamonds from Tagana? Don't they need to be checked?"
"Less than three kilometers away from the border is the largest diamond mine in Anute Special District. The diamonds produced there in a month account for 20% of all the diamonds produced in Nigeria. "
"These foreigners, taking this route, are not obviously going to continue to the vicinity of the diamond mine to buy illegal diamonds?"
The black-skinned, thick-limbed border inspector spittle flew all over the sky. "Now I see that you are a native and give you a convenience. A three-hundred-dollar deposit for each person, I can not check whether they carry contraband. "
After the tour guide translated this paragraph to the cartoonists, the cartoonists were furious.
They bought illegal diamonds?
A deposit of $300 per person?
It was true that they were willing to fork out this sum of money, but why should they?
Come, come, come. Didn't you say that we illegally smuggled diamonds? Then let's check it.
There were indeed illegal smuggling of diamonds. Africa was a major diamond producer, and many economically backward countries counted on exporting diamonds to generate income.
Since the country was working so hard to generate revenue, the people below could not fall behind.
Marketing privately mined diamonds to foreign tourists is a major feature of African diamond-producing countries.
The price of a one-carat diamond ring inlaid on a platinum ring with a 4C diamond certificate started from 70,000 to 80,000 yuan in jewelry stores, and it was possible for it to go up to hundreds of thousands.
But if you find the right connections in Africa, you can buy a carat of high-quality diamonds for two thousand US dollars.
The only difference between it and the diamonds in the jewelry store was that it lacked the legal certificate issued by the International Diamond Association. Therefore, some well-connected tourists would deliberately come to Africa to buy diamonds.
These cartoonists were not very interested in diamonds, nor did they understand the market.
Now that he had been wronged, of course he had to prove his innocence.
…
They were too naive.
After the backpacks and luggage were checked by the border inspectors.
"Where … where is my Apple laptop?" A beautiful girl with a ponytail stared blankly at her empty computer backpack.
"Damn ~ where is my Nikon SLR, my Carl Zeiss wide-angle lens, and telephoto lens?"
"My laptop is gone too."
"My tablet is gone, and the other spare magic crystal phone is also gone."
"The more than one thousand US dollars in my backpack is gone."
"Mine …"
Fifteen young cartoonists stood in front of a pile of luggage that looked like it had been trampled by a bison. They looked at each other as if they were looking at "aliens."
Three border inspectors stood next to them with a satisfied look. One of them handed a thick stack of passports to the tour guide and waved his hand to say that the inspection was finished and that they could go.
"Go my ass." The boss of Manyou Animation Studio, who was responsible for leading the team, was so angry that his hair was about to stand up.
They were cartoonists, and the computers were filled with the manuscripts that they painstakingly drew day and night.
These bastards, how could they steal it?
He scolded loudly in English. These border inspectors may not understand English, but how could they not understand the classic words that have long been popularized in European and American blockbusters?
Besides, the internationally used hand gestures and the expression of the angry lion opposite them were already better than words.
The lead border inspector did not say anything, picked up the AK behind him, and fired a shuttle into the sky.
His marksmanship was good.
Just then, a large goshawk, about two hundred meters above their heads, stupidly flew straight past.
Out of showing off and making an example out of them.
The lead border inspector did not even think about it and put the crosshair on the goshawk.
"Da da da ~"
The orange-yellow shell jumped out of the case happily. After the thunderous gunshot, the goshawk fell to the ground.
The exaggerated reaction of the young Hua Xia men and women made him very happy.
Looking at the group of people squatting on the ground and shivering, several border inspectors laughed wildly.
Where do you think this is?
A resort?
This is Africa!
This group of foreigners living in Hua Xia, really think that the Hongka Grand Canyon represents all the national conditions of Tagana?
Qin Feizhuo, the boss of Manyou Animation Studio, squatted on the ground, his forehead was full of cold sweat, and his eyelashes flickered.
The gunshot just now gave him the best hint of what they should do next.
After calming down for a few seconds, he stood up and took a thick stack of passports from the tour guide and said to the crowd, "Pack your luggage first, and we'll talk about it when we get to Anut Special District."
The remaining cartoonists did not say a word, stood up and began to silently pack their own luggage on the ground.
Seeing that the group of foreigners was ready to leave, the three border inspectors walked to the next target with satisfaction.
Behind the minibus, there were two pickup trucks blocked, but they knew that there was no money to be gained when they looked at the license plate. They were all old grasshoppers who often ran this line. At most, they could only get a few packs of cigarettes.
By the way ~
There was a fat goshawk that had been shot down during the demonstration just now. He would go and pick it up later. There would be at least ten catties of meat for him to have a good meal.
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