Heizhou, 3pm local time.
Three military jeeps, two SUVs, and three large trucks drove noisily on an endless prairie.
Meng Xiaojun sat in the car with a numb face, and his body would swing with the car from time to time. Not only him, but also other people in the car.
Although it feels like a cradle, it's a pity that they are not babies, and no one hums such a lullaby for them.
Even at this moment, Meng Xiaojun still felt confused. He couldn't figure out why he was being tied to the prairie of the Black Continent when he was clearly washing dishes in a restaurant in Apple City in the United States.
The other nineteen people sitting in the back car with him were also very confused. They all had some exchanges with each other and found that they all either came to the United States with visas after graduating from prestigious universities in the mainland, or they just came to the United States. Students who choose to stay in the United States after graduating from prestigious American universities.
Moreover, before coming to Heizhou, most of them were still doing low-level manual labor jobs such as washing dishes. The best among them was working as an assistant auditor in a small accounting firm, and this was after repeatedly hitting the wall when applying for jobs. A job that I finally found after a lot of hard work.
During this period, Meng Xiaojun noticed the looks of disillusionment with his idols among the students from Yenching University who were riding with him, and he felt a sense of shame and anger.
What would you say about Meng Xiaojun's character in "Partners of China"? To put it nicely, he has a very strong self-esteem. At worst, he is willing to sacrifice any interests of other people for the sake of face.
In the plot, the reason why he strongly demanded that the company be listed on Nasdaq regardless of the actual situation was just because he wanted to breathe out for himself.
Facing the looks in his eyes from several juniors, he only felt a sense of weakness at the moment, and an impulse to prove that he was not incompetent surged into his heart. However, when he thought of the environment he was in, he sighed dejectedly. Take a breath.
Similarly, others also fell silent after understanding what type of people they were.
The beautiful natural scenery along the way did not soothe the mood of a group of people. Everyone did not know where their fate would go in the near future.
In the previous exchanges, everyone also discovered that they had another similar experience, that is, they all received a leaflet with Heizhou labor recruitment information, and the party A was M Group.
Some people were moved after seeing the above treatment. After checking the general information of M Group, they went to the local office of M Group. After a group of people were prepared, they were sent to Heizhou by the company.
Some people simply threw the flyers into the trash can.
Then, he was tied to Heizhou. . .
Meng Xiaojun is also one of the latter.
But now their situation is obviously different from what was stated in the flyer!
The flyer said that an oilfield in Sudan was recruiting for various positions. There were no major requirements, but at least a bachelor's degree was required.
But where are they now?
Those who were looking for jobs through normal channels boarded several helicopters after landing in Somali, and then got off the plane at a camp. They saw Meng Xiaojun and others who had lost the flyers traveling with them.
After the two groups of people met and communicated, they found out that Meng Xiaojun and his group were kidnapped? !
A group of people suddenly had a very bad association in their minds, but when they looked at the five jeeps that suddenly drove out from the camp next to them, each with an M2 Laoganma heavy machine gun mounted on them, they immediately put all their complaints away. After swallowing it, I quietly followed the instructions of a black man who spoke very fluent Mandarin and got in the car.
After checking the information, M Group and others also learned a little bit about it. It is a serious multinational company!
Why are you still doing this kind of ungrateful thing?
In Meng Xiaojun's mind, random speculations such as human experimentation, human trafficking, slave trade, and the development of Chinese people offline by the US CIA came to mind.
But he thought about it again. After the second group of people were kidnapped, they were not prohibited from walking around or communicating in the camp. The other party just asked a group of soldiers to watch them and stop running around. No matter what they thought, he felt strange.
He also asked those soldiers what was going on, but he only received an answer without comment.
Meng Xiaojun didn't waste his brain cells thinking anymore. He would know whether he was alive or dead soon. He didn't even know where he was now. Even if he was released, he would probably be on this prairie because he lacked wild survival skills. He couldn't survive more than a day. Gradually, he closed his eyes in the cradle-like shaking of the truck and slowly fell into sleep.
I don't know how long it took, but another violent shaking woke up Meng Xiaojun. He opened his eyes drowsily, and a voice reached his ears.
"Xiaojun, it seems that we are here."
Meng Xiaojun straightened up quickly and looked outside. At first glance, he saw three green container-style buildings about three meters high, two meters wide, and four meters long, standing beside a river.
There is also a row of faucets extending from the container close to the land, and several black men are carrying buckets to collect water below.
As his eyes moved, he discovered that the surrounding area was no longer the unchanging grassland and bushes, but instead a stretch of thatched houses surrounded by several brick and tile houses that seemed to have a very standardized layout.
Although the land on the ground is a bit bumpy, it is much better than that in the wild. There are people of various skin colors walking on the road, but generally speaking, there are mostly black and yellow people.
After seeing these thatched houses and black people, Meng Xiaojun realized that he was still in the black continent, so much so that he almost thought he had returned to the countryside in the interior.
However, in his imagination, the rural areas in the mainland could not be so neat and tidy, so what kind of place was this?
Before he could think about it, the black driver who was responsible for driving them urged them to get out of the car. A mouthful of Beijing movies actually made him feel a little friendly. But after seeing the bullet belt wrapped around the black driver, He dismissed the idea immediately.
Sixty people in three vehicles gathered in an open space and formed a square formation. For a group of people who had received nine years of compulsory education, queuing did not take much time, especially when they were surrounded by a group of black men holding AKs. situation.
I saw sixty people quickly forming a square formation of six rows and ten columns, and a group of people who looked like civilians who were watching the melons let out a burst of exclamation.
On the contrary, some of the black men around them were wearing flip-flops, which made Meng Xiaojun and the others feel awkward, but they could only complain a few words in their hearts.
Just when everyone was guessing what was going on, two people walked up to the square, one Chinese and one white, each holding a loudspeaker.
Under the watchful eyes of a group of people, the Chinese man raised his loudspeaker and finally revealed the purpose of the group's visit. His Mandarin pronunciation had a Cantonese accent.
"Welcome to the Aka tribe. My name is Xu Jie. The person next to me is Bourne. I believe that you must have been mentally prepared before coming here. I am very pleased with everyone's enthusiasm, but after officially Before starting work, you will also undergo two weeks of training, with two of us as your instructors.
I'm looking forward to your next four months of part-time mercenary life. Believe me, this will be the most impressive memory in your life. "
"Wait a moment!"
Meng Xiaojun, who was standing in the front row, ignored the black brothers around the square who were holding AKs and watching them eagerly. The ridiculous expression on his face shouted out the voices of most people.
"You were just saying that we are mercenaries, right?! Are you sure you are not mistaken?"
Xu Jie and Byrne shrugged and did not answer his question. They simply snapped their fingers and immediately a black man walked over from the side of the square array with a stack of documents printed on A4 paper and distributed them directly to the six people in the queue. A dignified person motioned for them to pass it to the back, making sure that each person had one.
Soon, sixty people each had a document in hand. Meng Xiaojun looked at the title of "Aka Tribe Summer Work Contract" on the document, and his heart gradually sank to the bottom. Others also exploded.
"You are committing fraud. This is not what the contract says. I want to file a complaint against you!
Impossible, how could such a ridiculous thing happen! "
"No! I want to go back to the United States, and I didn't sign up for this bullshit Aka tribe summer job activity at all!
It was you who tied me here! You are trafficking in people and this is against the law! "
"I want to go home, I want to call the police!"
"Please, let me go home!"
