Lubumbashi
Seongnam Hula Tavern
When Sakral arrived at the tavern, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening. Although the tavern was already crowded, the customers who saw him still moved a good bar seat for him, and then before he could say anything, The bartender handed over a glass of cold beer.
After Saklar drank the beer in one gulp, he immediately burped with satisfaction, then took a few photos of Congolese francs and signaled the bartender for another drink.
"Or on the rocks?"
"Damn it, these white French guys are treating me like a beast, working day in and day out, and they don't even give me a mouthful of water!"
After drinking another glass of cold beer, Saklar finally calmed down. After pouring out all the foam in the cup, he touched his mouth and stood up, walking into the dance floor in the center of the bar. His tall body squeezed out the flow of people blocking his way. He came to a beautiful girl he just saw.
Seeing Saklar approaching, the girl did not panic. Instead, she took the initiative to dance with Saklar. This was not because of how handsome Sakral was. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a thick black beard. There are still scars on his face, and the rough skin can only be said to be visible. The reason why the girl took the initiative was because of the military uniform he was wearing. Wearing a military uniform meant that he would get a high salary.
And Saklar just wanted to have fun. Since the girl was so proactive, he immediately stretched out his big furry hands and put them on her shoulders, and then moved closer.
"Do you want to have fun with me later?"
"OK!"
Saklar immediately stuffed all the banknotes in his pocket to the other party, and then wanted to go one step further with both hands, but before he could touch it, another pair of big hands suddenly stretched out from the side and firmly grasped Sakral. .
"You want to die, bastard!"
Sakra, who realized that his good deeds had been disturbed, immediately turned around and gave the guy a big mouth, and then he saw a familiar face.
"Osaba? You bastard, you're still alive?"
Sakra turned around and slapped the girl just now, telling her to get away and not disturb him.
"Thanks to you, it's not so bad!"
The two found a place to sit down and toasted to celebrate their reunion. After finishing the glass, Sakral pointed to the bandage on Osaba's body.
"You are hurt?"
"Yes, the Americans shot me three times at close range and put a bayonet on my butt, but fortunately, I survived in the end!"
"Were you rescued by Americans?"
"Yes, they saved me!"
"You are betraying me!"
Sacral frowned. Back then, he and Osaba went to work for the French, and they could be regarded as working for the French for several years. When Osaba's black troops were annihilated, he still wanted to Filled with righteous indignation, he went to avenge Osaba. How come it was only a few months ago that Osaba ran out to find him as if nothing had happened, and even said proudly that the Americans had saved him?
"What kind of betrayal? I'm forced to do this!"
Osaba said with a painful look on his face.
"In the cold and damp dungeon, the Americans gave me two choices, either choose a pit outside or go to treatment. I am still young and I don't want to die so early!"
"Then why don't you think of a way to come back?"
"I can't move. I'm almost healed now, so I'll come to you right away!"
"Then what are you going to do now, come back?"
"Wait a minute for this first, Sack, I remember your sister wants to study medicine in the United States, right?"
"What do you mean?"
"It's not interesting. I just want to ask, how much is the tuition fee?"
"You want to bribe me, how can you be an American lackey?"
"But weren't we the lackeys of the French in the past? What's the difference?"
"This is different!"
Saklar was speechless for a moment, but he still explained forcefully.
"When we were at our most destitute, it was Captain Francois who helped us..."
"Our efforts over the years are enough to repay his help. Sack, do you know that in the end, only thirty-seven of the brothers I brought were left alive. What about you? Do you want your people to remain?" several!"
"Then you go attack..."
"Aren't you going to attack? It's an open secret that the French want to take down BHP Company. Who do you think they will let be the vanguard? Sack, you know, those Americans and their Asian subordinates, each of them There are scopes on the rifles, which can put bullets into your eye sockets from 300 meters away. Wake up, my brother, this is a white man’s conflict!”
"But brothers still need to support their families. Do you think they can make money like you?"
"Mr. John Shepard of Shadow Company asked me to give you a message. Francois will give you double the amount he will give you. He doesn't need you to do anything. He just needs you to watch the show. This is what he said. Sincerity!"
Osaba took out a check from his pocket with $10,000 written on it and pushed the check to Sakral.
Looking at the check, Sakral took a deep breath and then said.
"Does it really just require us to do nothing?"
"That gentleman kept his word, and he gave Francois a reward of one million for the lives of Francois's whole family, so you don't have to worry about anything!"
"I'm going to think about it and give you an answer next week!"
Sakral was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Osaba again.
"You didn't take your stuff!"
Seeing Osaba stuffing the check into his pocket, Sakral did not do anything to stop him, but Osaba said nothing, and the two parties just left.
After returning to the camp, Osaba immediately respectfully handed back another check for fifty thousand yuan in his pocket to Shepard.
"It seems like the money was not used?"
"I know Sakral, that guy and I grew up together, he is my brother and sister!"
"Then you can obviously split the money with him!"
"No, sir, just because he and I are brothers, it is impossible to give him this money!"
"Then he agreed?"
"That guy said he would consider it, but he must have already agreed!"
"Not bad, not bad, it looks like my investment is pretty good!"
Shepard picked up the check, burned it, and then threw Osaba two thousand dollars in cash.
"This money should be regarded as your hard work. As long as you do well, you will get more than this amount in the future!"
"Of course, I will try my best!"
After getting the money, Osaba immediately left Shepard's room. Outside the door, he counted the brand-new bills that still smelled of ink, and then said to himself.
"Sark, we're all just being dogs, why can't we choose a more generous master?"
