Me who fears women travels with beautiful girls

Chapter 13, Chapter 13
Finally, the photographers of the film crew had enough food vlogs and left contentedly.The three let go of their hands almost at the same time, Song Wenbin took a deep breath and said, "I have instant noodles and Laoganma in the trunk."

Huo Yu said, "I bought mineral water."

Su Tina said, "I bought mustard and ham sausage."

Without stopping for a second, the three of them returned to the vehicle and each picked up food. Song Wenbin went to the back seat of Wuling Hongguang and took out three barrels of instant noodles and a bottle of Laoganma from it. Then they returned to the store and planned to Soak some noodles to eat.

However, at this moment, someone asked: "Are you ... Chinese?"

The familiar Chinese question made Song Wenbin turn his head, and found a middle-aged man with a backpack standing behind him. He was a bit short, looked very stocky, and wore glasses.

Hearing that the other party spoke Chinese, Song Wenbin smiled pleasantly and said, "Yes, are you Chinese too?"

"Of course, I was curious just now, how could there be three Chinese cars coming to this small rural place, so I came over to have a look, but I didn't expect that they were really Chinese."

The man walked up to Song Wenbin and the other three in surprise, and asked, "What are you doing here? Are you traveling?"

Song Wenbin sighed and said, "We're here to sell cars."

"Sell the car."

The man glanced at the three cars outside, thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "I see, let's investigate 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, "China Petroleum."

"ah."

Su Tina 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 of Song Wenbin and the three of them, and said with a smile, "You guys just eat this?"

Song Wenbin sighed, "What if you don't eat this food, I'm not used to eating it here."

The man glanced at the okra stewed fish on Song Wenbin's dining table, shook his head and said, "Brother, don't say you can't get used to this stuff. We've been here for so long and we still can't get used to it. I remember when I came here with my colleagues. I went out to eat, but after eating, I dragged myself for several days."

Song Wenbin and the three looked at each other, and each could see the worry on the other's face.

"Fortunately, the country helped our team with chefs and doctors, which made it much better." The man said with a smile, "I haven't eaten out since then."

"This"

Su Tina was speechless, she wasn't sure if she would have diarrhea, after all, the thing just now was really spicy.

"It's better to be a government project."

Song Wenbin sighed, "They are all professional teams."

"That's it, the cook will also cook a few home-cooked dishes."

At this time, the black cook came over with a bottle of hot water. The man saw her and asked her to put it down, and said, "Stop eating instant noodles, come with me to work, and I will ask the cook to cook some serious dishes for you."

"Oh, no need, no need."

Song Wenbin hurriedly said: "Let's make some noodles and deal with it."

"Yes." Huo Yu also said, "That's too embarrassing."

"Brother, I want to collect money."

The man laughed, "They didn't do it for free."

Song Wenbin was taken aback.

The man explained to them: "Nigeria has a lot of oil, and the higher-ups 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, with supermarkets, restaurants, hospitals and everything in it. Yes, because there are many people and it is a public community, many Nigerians will also go to our place for consumption, so they all charge money.”

"It was so"

Song Wenbin murmured.

"Let's go, don't you have a car? I'll take you there to have a look. You can see for yourself what to eat at that time. The taste may not be as good as in China, but it is definitely better than instant noodles. However, the taste of home-made hot pot is still good. You can try it."

The three of them looked at each other, and Huo Yu whispered, "Go over there and have a look, I'm really hungry."

Su Tina also whispered: "The dishes here are really strange."

Seeing this, Song Wenbin said to the man, "Then I will trouble you."

"No trouble, no trouble, they are all fellow villagers, so why not be polite."

The man walked outside, stopped next to the three cars, and asked Song Wenbin, "Which one is yours?"

Song Wenbin pointed to Wuling Hongguang.

The man glanced at the license plate and said, "You really have one, bro, you can get this kind of car, and not many drive Wuling Hongguang here."

"Yes, there are many Japanese cars."

Song Wenbin said, and opened the car door.

"No, Japanese pickups are easy to sell here, like Hilux, you've seen them before, right?"

"Yes." Song Wenbin said, "Unfortunately, there are none in China."

The man got on Wuling Hongguang and said: "The roads in the country don't use Hilux. You can go on this road even if you look at the nearest area. If you go further in, there are all roads with gun holes, which are as broken as bombs."

At this time, Huo Yu and Su Tina also got into the car, and Song Wenbin asked, "How do I get there?"

"Go east for 500 meters, then turn two turns and you'll be there. It's very close."

The man pointed in the direction and said.

Song Wenbin started Wuling Hongguang, beeping along the road.

The man sat in the car, made a phone call, and the call was connected soon.

"Hey, are you busy now?" the man said with a loud speaker.

"not busy."

Said on the phone.

"Oh, I met three fellow Chinese who were eating instant noodles outside. I told them not to eat that stuff and go back to the community to get something to eat. If you're not busy, let's start a fire."

"Oh, ok, when will you be here?"

"Right now, five or six minutes."

said the man.

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Song Wenbin was in a good mood, so he asked, "What's my brother's last name?"

"My surname is Chen." The man said.

"Oh, how long has Brother Chen been here."

"I came early, I came here in [-]. At that time, this side was broken." The man said, "Don't think the roads around Abuja are good, we helped to repair them."

"Ah, I saw this kind of post on the Internet. It said that the country has invested a lot here."

"That's not."

The man said happily, "The investment of billions and billions a year is mainly because the oil quality here is good, otherwise we wouldn't have put in so much effort."

"You can earn a lot if you vote."

Song Wenbin agreed.

"Hey, who will do the business that is not beneficial, Shell, you know."

"know."

"People earn tens of billions a year here."

The man added: "dollar."

"Tens of billions of dollars, so earn?"

"No." The man relaxed on the chair and said, "Do you know how much money France, Britain and Germany make here a year?" He shook his head, smacked his lips and said, "That's not all thousands Earning hundreds of billions of dollars, there is no land as large as Africa, so many resources, so many laborers, where can they maintain such high welfare, they will have to sit back and eat."

Song Wenbin sighed: "Imperialism is still awesome."

The two were talking, and the vehicle came to an intersection. The intersection was potholed, and there was some water. The man asked Song Wenbin to drive slowly, and then pointed the way. Song Wenbin drove the car and turned right. He turned the steering wheel and turned to the left.

Song Wenbin saw that the buildings on both sides were getting dilapidated and the roads were becoming more and more potholed and narrow, so he couldn't help but bewildered, "Why is this road so dilapidated?"

"I'll take you the shortcut." The man said, "Go a little further and you'll be on the main road."

"Ok."

Song Wenbin muttered: "Why don't you fix this place."

"Brother, you don't know something. It is said that troublemakers come out of poor mountains and rivers. You build roads for black people here, and sometimes he deliberately breaks the roads, so that when you pass by his door and the car gets stuck, he can Push it for you, and if you push it, you have to give money.”

"It's still possible."

Song Wenbin thought to himself that it was really a knife with a butt, so he opened his eyes.

After driving for a while, the dilapidated path finally ended, and a courtyard with double iron gates appeared in front of Song Wenbin. The courtyard was paved with cement and looked very spacious.

"The road is ahead."

said the man.

Song Wenbin frowned, "Why are there two doors installed at the entrance of this road?"

"Dig it at night, bro." The man sighed, "We have security guards here at night."

"It's not easy."

Song Wenbin said, and drove into the courtyard.

However, there is no road in front of the courtyard, just a courtyard with a few dilapidated bungalows in front of it, and a few black men in ragged clothes.

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, and there doesn't seem to be any Chinese community here, shall we?"

Before Su Tina finished speaking, Song Wenbin felt a chill in his neck.

When he looked down again, a gleaming knife was already on Song Wenbin's neck.

"Brother, stop the car, I will take you to eat hot pot."

said the man.

(End of this chapter)