Early the next morning, Kaga's people sent Li Wenjun and others to the nearest military airport and left. They were treated better than before.
A small plane was parked at the military airport.
Originally, Li Wenjun and Yang Shouzhuo didn't talk about it, and Tao Guangming wasn't worried.
But now he feels scared: "Fuck, if you show your courtesy for nothing, you are either cheating or stealing. What on earth is this old black man going to do?"
But even if I know it's not that cheap, I can only go up now.
After all, they wouldn't be able to go back if they didn't take this plane.
Moreover, both Li Wenjun and Yang Shouzhuo were here, so he was scared.
The small plane refueled twice and finally stopped at an airport, but it was not the airport from which they took off.
The pilot said: "Our Minister of Defense wants to see you. Please get off the plane here."
Tao Guangming cursed in his heart: It was indeed the Hongmen Banquet. They said they would send it to South Africa, but they ended up being kidnapped here.
Harare, the capital of Zimbabwe.
What came to pick up Li Wenjun and the others was also a beautiful military jeep.
When he arrived in the city, he saw the bustling people on the streets, multi-story buildings, and advertising signs. Only then did Tao Guangming finally regain a sense of reality and confirm that he was in 1995 AD, rather than traveling back to some barbaric era.
Yang Shouzhuo asked Li Wenjun: "Can you estimate what he will want?"
Li Wenjun said: "I guess it's base stations and mobile phones. I might also buy helicopters. I plan to sell them some low-end cars, bicycles and motorcycles."
Yang Shouzhuo: "Can they afford mobile phones?"
Li Wenjun: “I can’t afford the genuine ones, I only like the off-brand ones.”
Yang Shouzhuo: "Then how can we satisfy him? We can't make any money just by building a base station for him."
Li Wenjun said: "Don't worry. There is always a way."
Tao Guangming suddenly came over and asked: "Hey, by the way, you didn't mention big things like mobile phones, cars, bicycles and motorcycles in the previous countries."
Li Wenjun said: "Those countries are all planning to build factories. Let's sell clothes to them first and take our time. Don't rush."
Yang Shouzhuo heard something in Li Wenjun's words, but he didn't ask.
Let’s talk about it later, it’s too early to ask now.
This presidential palace is much more presentable and majestic than the ones we saw before.
It looks like the White House, but it's made of concrete painted white.
A sentence flashed through Tao Guangming's mind: putting an onion in a pig's nose means pretending to be an elephant.
In the garden next to him, someone was kneeling. Tao Guangming was still wondering why this person was kneeling here, when suddenly a man came up from behind and shot the kneeling man in the head.
Brains were splattered everywhere, and the strong smell of blood floated in the wind.
Tao Guangming was so frightened that he almost fainted.
Even Yang Shouzhuo, who had been on the battlefield like this, felt a little unbearable and turned his head away.
Li Wenjun's heart shrank suddenly, and then he jumped wildly a few times.
The people who followed Li Wenjun smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, he is just a rebel."
Damn, a direct headshot is such an understatement.
Even if they are rebels, shouldn’t they be detained, tried and imprisoned according to legal procedures?
This is hell on earth!
Tao Guangming gritted his teeth.
When you enter the minister's office, you are greeted by a formal executive desk with a gold-plated telephone and crystal ashtray, which is extremely luxurious.
It’s not like the President of Rwanda only has a semi-new wooden desk.
Sitting behind the executive desk was a slightly fat black man in military uniform, with a large patchwork of medals of various colors pinned to his chest.
Yang Shouzhuo secretly despised it in his heart: exaggerated. They are all given to me, so there is nothing to show off.
The person who "sent" Li Wenjun and others in was Li Wenjun and they introduced each other and then went out.
The Minister of Defense said calmly: "I'm sorry, did I scare the guests just now?"
Li Wenjun said calmly: "It doesn't matter. This is your internal affairs and has nothing to do with us."
Haha, just talking about business, using this kind of power, isn't it despicable?
I just decided not to do this.
Someone came up and searched me.
Li Wenjun said: "Don't do anything, I will take it out myself."
Then he took out the mobile phone he was showing to the pilot and handed it to the man.
The minister took it from the guard and said, "I like this very much. How much does one cost?"
Li Wenjun said: "It's about five hundred dollars."
Last year, the exchange rate of the US dollar against the RMB was about 1:8.3.
The mobile phone in the minister's hand is their mid-range model. Li Wenjun asked for $500, which was very honest.
The minister frowned: "It's too expensive. Cheaper,"
Li Wenjun said: "Do you want one, or many?"
Minister: "What do you say about one station? What do you say about many stations?"
Li Wenjun said: "If you have one machine, there is no bargaining. If there are many machines. For this kind of cross-border business, I will only discuss business with the highest-level people in your country. Otherwise, there will be no guarantee and it will be a waste of our time."
The minister was so suffocated that he couldn't speak, his eyes looked fierce, and he felt as if he was going to blow Li Wenjun's head off in the next second.
This made Tao Guangming and Yang Shouzhuo very nervous.
Tao Guangming was quietly looking at the exit, calculating how long it would take to run out like this.
Yang Shouzhuo was looking at the gun in the guard's hand out of the corner of his eye, trying to estimate their chances of grabbing the gun and running away.
Li Wenjun coughed lightly.
The two men looked back at him.
Li Wenjun shook his head slightly.
This guy has a stern look and a soft heart, so there is nothing to be afraid of.
They are Chinese, and the minister dare not move at all without the permission of the president.
The president of Zimbabwe has been in office for ten years and will stay for another twenty years, to be sure.
To put it nicely, it means you have courage and skill, but to put it badly, it means being dictatorial.
There is no shortage of dictators in the land of Africa. After all, there are too many ethnic groups and no one is willing to obey anyone. Those in power will not be able to sit still without some tough measures.
The minister said with a dark face: "The president is not free and asked me to talk to you."
Li Wenjun nodded: "Then let's take our leave first and wait until the president is free to talk."
The minister raised his chin towards the guard at the door.
The guards immediately came over to block Li Wenjun and the others.
Li Wenjun said: "You must think clearly, we reported to the Chinese government before we came out."
People of Yang Shouzhuo's level must report and seek approval from superiors when going abroad.
The minister smiled: "Young man, don't be so nervous. Don't you want to talk to the president? Let me ask."
Li Wenjun and the others sat on stools outside and waited for almost an hour, but no one paid attention.
Not far away is the President's Office, with people coming in and out, nothing important.
The president is clearly trying to ignore them.
Li Wenjun was not in a hurry, folding his arms and closing his eyes to rest. Yang Shouzhuo also took the time to catch up on his sleep.
Tao Guangming was very nervous at first, but when he saw that both of them were sleeping, he also felt sleepy.
He snored so much that the guard next to him kept looking at him.
Li Wenjun and Yang Shouzhuo couldn't laugh or cry: Everyone was acting, but this bastard acted the most realistically.
