Finally, the photographer of the film crew had enough food vlogs and left with satisfaction. The three of them let go of their hands almost at the same time. Song Wenbin took a deep breath and said, "I have instant noodles and Lao Ganma in the trunk."
Huo Yu said: "I bought mineral water."
Sutina said: "I bought pickled mustard and ham sausage."
Without stopping for a second, the three returned to the vehicle and each picked up food. Song Wenbin got into the back seat of Wuling Hongguang and took out three buckets of instant noodles and a bottle of Laoganma. Then they returned to the store and planned to Make some noodles to eat.
However, at this moment, someone asked: "Are you... Chinese?"
The familiar Chinese question made Song Wenbin turn around and find a middle-aged man carrying a backpack standing behind him. He was a bit short, looked very stocky, and wore glasses.
Hearing that the other party was speaking Chinese, Song Wenbin smiled in surprise and said, "Yes, are you Chinese too?"
"Of course. I was just curious as to why three Chinese cars came to this small rural place...so I came over to take a look. I didn't expect that they were really Chinese."
The man walked up to Song Wenbin and the others with the same surprise and asked, "What are you doing here? Are you traveling?"
Song Wenbin sighed and said, "We are here to sell cars."
"Selling cars..."
The man glanced at the three cars outside, pondered for a moment and suddenly realized: "I understand, let's examine the market, right?"
Song Wenbin smiled awkwardly and nodded: "That's right. What are you doing here? Are you playing here?"
"Oh, I'm an engineer sent by the country, and I'm in charge of the exploration project here." The man said, pointing to a faded nameplate on his chest, "Belonging to PetroChina."
"ah."
Sutina quickly stood up, showing respect, "It's senior, hello, hello."
Huo Yu also stood up and nodded respectfully to the other party, "Hello."
"It's nothing, it's just work."
The man waved his hand, looked down at the things on the table between Song Wenbin and the others, and said with a smile, "Is this what you guys are going to eat?"
Song Wenbin sighed, "What if I don't eat this food? I'm not used to eating here..."
The man glanced at the okra stewed fish on Song Wenbin's table, shook his head and said: "Brother, don't tell me that you are not used to eating this stuff. We have been here for so long and we are not used to it. I remember when I came here to talk to my colleagues I went out to eat and ended up having diarrhea for several days after eating.”
The three of Song Wenbin looked at each other, and each could see the worry on the other's face.
"But fortunately, the country later helped our team with chefs and doctors, so things got much better." The man said with a smile, "I haven't eaten outside since then."
"this..."
Sutina was speechless. She was not sure if she would have diarrhea. After all, the stuff just now was really spicy.
“Government projects are better.”
Song Wenbin sighed, "They are all professional teams."
"That's it. The cook can only cook a few home-cooked dishes."
At this time, the black cook came over with a bottle of hot water. When the man saw it, he quickly asked her to put it down and said, "Stop eating instant noodles. Follow me to the work unit. I will ask the cook to cook some serious dishes for you."
"Oh no, no, no."
Song Wenbin quickly said: "Let's just make some noodles and deal with it."
"Yeah." Huo Yu also said, "That's so embarrassing."
"Brother, you need to collect money."
The man laughed, "They don't do it for free."
Song Wenbin was stunned.
The man explained to them: "Nigeria has a lot of oil. The authorities attach great importance to the resources here and have sent many people here. Now we have built a Chinese community not far to the east, which has supermarkets, restaurants, hospitals and everything else." Yes, because there are many people and it is a public community, many Nigerians will also go to our place to spend money, so they all charge money.”
"So that's it..."
Song Wenbin murmured.
"Let's go, don't you have a car? I'll take you to have a look. You can decide for yourself what to eat then. The taste may not be as good as in China, but it will definitely be better than instant noodles. However, there is a hot pot that tastes good. , you can try it.”
The three of them looked at each other, and Huo Yu whispered: "Let's go over there and have a look. I'm really hungry."
Sutina also whispered: "The food here is really weird..."
When Song Wenbin saw this, he said to the man: "Then I'll trouble you."
"No trouble, no trouble, we are all fellow countrymen, why are you so polite?"
The man walked outside, parked next to three cars, and asked Song Wenbin, "Which one is yours?"
Song Wenbin pointed at Wuling Hongguang.
The man looked at the license plate and said, "Brother, I really have yours. You can get this kind of car. Not many people drive Wuling Hongguang here."
"Yes, there are many Japanese cars."
Song Wenbin said, opening the car door.
"No, RB pickup trucks are easy to sell here, like the Hilux. You've seen one, right?"
"Yes." Song Wenbin said, "It's a pity that it doesn't exist in China."
The man got on the Wuling Hongguang and said: "Hiluxus is not used on domestic roads. Even if you can still walk on this road in the nearest area, the road further in is full of artillery holes. It is as damaged as a bomb."
At this time, Huo Yu and Su Tina also got on the bus, and Song Wenbin asked, "How to get there."
"Drive five hundred meters east, then make two turns and you'll be there. It's very close."
The man pointed in the direction and said.
Song Wenbin started Wuling Hongguang and moved along the road.
The man sat in the car and made a call, and the call was quickly connected.
"Hey, are you busy right now?" the man said in a loud voice.
"not busy."
Said on the phone.
"Oh, I met three Chinese fellows eating instant noodles outside. I told them not to eat that stuff and go back to the community to get some food. If you are not busy, let me start a fire."
"Oh, okay, how long will it take for you to arrive."
"Right away, five or six minutes."
the man said.
After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Song Wenbin was in a good mood and asked, "What's my last name?"
"My surname is Chen," the man said.
"Oh, how long has Brother Chen been here?"
"I came early. I came here in 10 years. At that time, this place was very dilapidated." The man said, "Don't look at the good roads around Abuja. We helped to repair them."
"Ah, I've seen this kind of post on the Internet. It says that the country has invested a lot here."
"That's not the case."
The man said with excitement: "We invest billions and billions a year, mainly because the oil quality here is good, otherwise we wouldn't put in such a big effort."
"You can make a lot of money by investing."
Song Wenbin echoed.
"Hey, who does the useless business? You know Shell."
"Know."
"People here make tens of billions a year."
The man added: "Dollar."
"Tens of billions of dollars, so much profit?"
"No." The man leaned back in his chair and said, "Do you know how much money France, Britain, Germany, and other countries make here in a year?" He shook his head, smacked his lips and said, "Aren't they all thousands?" They earn hundreds of billions, but they don’t have a land as big as Africa, so many resources, and so many labor forces. How can they maintain such high welfare? They would have been left with nothing.”
Song Wenbin lamented: "Imperialism is still awesome."
The two were talking, and the car came to an intersection. The intersection was full of potholes and there was some water. The man asked Song Wenbin to drive slower, and then pointed to the road. Song Wenbin drove the car and turned right. After a while, He turned the steering wheel and turned to the left.
Song Wenbin saw that the buildings on both sides were becoming more and more dilapidated and the roads were becoming more and more bumpy and narrow. He couldn't help but asked in confusion: "Why is this road so dilapidated?"
"I'll take you a shortcut," the man said. "Go a little further and you'll hit the main road."
"All right."
Song Wenbin muttered: "Why don't you repair this place?"
"Brother, you don't know something. It is said that unruly people come out of poor mountains and rivers. If you build roads for black people here, sometimes they will deliberately damage the roads so that if you pass by his door and the car gets stuck, he can I’ll help you push it, and if you push it, you have to pay me.”
"It can still be like this..."
Song Wenbin thought that it was really a knife that was used to get his butt, which opened his eyes.
After driving for a while, the shabby path finally ended, and a courtyard with double iron doors appeared in front of Song Wenbin. The courtyard was paved with cement and looked very spacious.
"The road is ahead."
the man said.
Song Wenbin frowned, "Why are there two doors at this door?"
"Be careful of people digging at night, brother." The man sighed: "We have security guards here at night."
"It's not easy."
Song Wenbin said as he drove into the courtyard.
However, there was no road in front of the courtyard, just a courtyard with a few shabby bungalows and a few ragged black men in front.
Song Wenbin was stunned for a moment. At this time, Su Tina's worried voice came from the intercom, "Song Wenbin, I just checked the map. There doesn't seem to be any Chinese community here. Will we..."
Before Su Tina finished speaking, Song Wenbin felt a chill on his neck.
When he looked down again, he saw a bright knife on Song Wenbin's neck.
"Brother, stop the car and I will take you to eat hot pot."
the man said.
