I wonder if Tao Guangming snored so loudly that the president realized that his strategy of snubbing him was useless and quickly called them in.
Tao Guangming was shaken awake by Yang Shouzhuo by his collar, with a confused look on his face: "Ang? Are you going back?"
Yang Shouzhuo laughed and scolded: "Go back, it's time to work."
Compared with the Rwandan counterpart, President Muga of Zimbabwe looks much more arrogant and fierce, and his whole body reveals a message: I am a warlord, and I have the final say in this land.
The guards standing behind him were fully armed, with sinister faces and fierce eyes.
After Li Wenjun and the others entered, Muga did not stand up to greet them, nor did he ask Li Wenjun and the others to sit down.
Yang Shouzhuo now vaguely understood Li Wenjun's thoughts.
The people here are much more unreasonable and shameless than Uso and Leto, so we can't trust them.
"I heard you want to talk to me about exporting mobile phones to us," Muga said.
Li Wenjun shook his head: "You don't even have a base station, and you can't buy a mobile phone to use it. I advise you to buy something else practical, such as a bicycle."
Yang Shouzhuo almost laughed out loud: This stabbing was really fast, accurate, hard, and gentle.
Mugala frowned: "I heard that many of China's base stations were repaired by you, so don't leave. Stay and help me repair base stations and make mobile phones."
Tao Guangming's heart is racing: What is a bandit? This is a bandit. What’s the point of simply detaining people crossing the border?
Yang Shouzhuo pursed his lips and said, "Fuck, for this kind of warlord, it's useless to talk to him about international law or secular principles."
Li Wenjun said: "Not only can I repair base stations and build mobile phones, I can also build aircraft and tanks."
Tao Guangming and Yang Shouzhuo couldn't help but glance at Li Wenjun: You bastard, do you think you don't want to die quickly enough? Tell him this now...
Li Wenjun added: "But these things are all high-tech. I can't make anything with my own hands. All my equipment, machinery and technical personnel are in China."
Muga was silent.
He actually knows this. Otherwise, why are so many black people working in factories and knowing some skills, but as soon as the white South Africans moved away those equipment, South Africa instantly fell behind by decades.
Just having people is of no use.
Li Wenjun said: "There is a saying in China that a slow stream flows long. If you really want me to help you build base stations, import mobile phones, and develop the economy, you must act according to the rules, sign a contract with me, and pay a deposit."
Muga: "You have nothing, why should I trust you."
Li Wenjun said: "How about this? I will use the bicycle first and exchange it with you for platinum, gold, and crocodile skin. After signing the contract, I will transport the bicycle, and you will give me platinum and gold after you receive the goods."
Muga: "Aren't you afraid that I won't pay you after receiving the goods?"
Li Wenjun said: "Oh, then there will be no mobile phones and base stations. There will be no helicopters or armored vehicles. Mr. President must know better than me who is less important and who is more important. Moreover, Mr. President is the head of a country. To establish national credibility, it is not necessary to As for not keeping your word for such a small amount of money."
Now the only one who is looking good to Africa is China.
Muga is not stupid enough to be like this.
Mu Jia looked Li Wenjun up and down: "Young man, you are quite courageous. Are all Chinese people as courageous as you?"
Li Wenjun said: "It's just average. There are many capable people in China. I dare to do this mainly because I trust the president."
Muga said: "But you shipped Chinese products to me and took away our gold. What good does it do to me?"
Li Wenjun said: "I will transport daily necessities and leave the whole ship to you. The retail sales will be completed by your people. You can sell to neighboring countries and make a direct profit in the middle. There is no need to build a factory. How great. I don't have to send People are here to stay, and they only need to come regularly to deliver gold and platinum. When our cooperation is stable, you buy equipment from me, and I will help you build a base station. There are also cheap mobile phones you want, but the quality is not as good as mine. When the time comes, I can also help you ship it from China.”
"Then I'll do as you say. Let's start with bicycles. I heard that there are quite a lot of bicycle factories in China." Muga clicked on the cell phone on the table, "I'll keep this. You guys will find a hotel to rest today. Tomorrow I will ask someone to take you back to Cape Town, South Africa."
Li Wenjun nodded slightly: "Don't worry, if you like it, you can keep it. This is how we thank Mr. President for sending us a plane."
Muga laughed loudly: "You are such an interesting person, our cooperation will be very interesting."
Muga called someone in and told Li Wenjun that Li Wenjun would contact him in the future.
After coming out of the Presidential Palace, Yang Shouzhuo and Tao Guangming both felt their backs were soaked with cold sweat.
Muga's people took them to a hotel.
The three of them remained silent along the way.
Tao Guangming's attention was attracted by black people wearing T-shirts and jeans on the street.
Li Wenjun is right. Although they are mainly black people, there are still differences in the clothing and appearance of the people in these countries.
People in Rwanda like to wear colorful national costumes.
South Africa is relatively modern, but it wants to keep its traditions, so there are two types of people on the street, those who wear turbans and robes, and those who dress in a more Western style.
The key point is that in Zimbabwe, both men and women have short hair or bald heads. If the women don't wear necklaces and earrings, you can't tell the difference between men and women just by looking at their faces.
Muga's men dropped them and left.
This hotel seems to be of decent quality, with white people coming in and out.
The beauty at the front desk has thick hair. She is the first long-haired beauty Tao Guangming has seen since arriving here.
After registering, the three of them gathered at Li Wenjun's place for a meeting.
Li Wenjun said: "If you have anything, just ask. Don't hold yourself back."
Tao Guangming said: "Why don't you build a factory in Zimbabwe?"
People like Li Wenjun will not miss any opportunity to make a fortune.
This place obviously looks richer than the others.
Li Wenjun shook his head: "You can only make quick money here. You can earn as much as you want. Don't invest too much."
Tao Guangming asked: "Why is this?"
Li Wenjun said: "Because this country has laid a big mine that will explode at any time."
Tao Guangming: "Expand it, don't squeeze it out like toothpaste."
Li Wenjun said: "From the bottom of his heart, this president still hopes that black people will control everything. Now, in order to develop, he adopts a 'reconciliation and coordination' policy, and is willing to be controlled by white people in terms of technology and economy. This is why the development of this country looks much better than those around it. The reason. When he grows up personally, the national consciousness of the Chinese people rises, and the country's economy gets better and better in the future, they will feel that white people are useless, and they should learn from South Africa and start to restrict and exclude white people."
Tao Guangming: "I don't think South Africa is doing well. It will only be difficult for a while. You have said that as long as you focus on the economy, you will eventually catch up. If it doesn't work in ten years, it won't work in twenty years, it won't work in twenty years, it won't work in three years." ten years."
