I want to be a warlord

The government office buildings in Nansu are really shabby. In Wang Zhen's opinion, they are on par with ordinary municipal government buildings in China.

Of course, if officials don’t build offices, customers won’t build shops.

Literal meaning: A public yamen. Officials serve for three years and are transferred immediately upon expiration. Therefore, the yamen is not repaired. Travelers move in and out, and even if the hotel is dilapidated, it will never be repaired.

To put it more bluntly, it’s a temporary errand, just deal with it and you’ll be fine, you really take it seriously!

A last-minute errand... I can only say that the Chinese language is profound and profound, and it can always describe very chilling things in such a subtle way.

At this moment, there were many South Soviet soldiers standing in front of the office building. At a glance, it was pitch black and they were all wearing the same clothes. Wang Zhen wondered how these people could tell whether they were one of their own when they were fighting.

But I guess they can tell the difference themselves, who knows.

The confrontation between the two sides, to Wang Zhen's expectation, did not continue into the government office building. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding formed by years of war...

Following the people from the Presidential Affairs Department, Wang Zhen sneered.

All the way to the conference room, there were already many people waiting here. It didn't take much to figure out that they should be from the Salvation Front.

The guests and hosts were seated separately, with Wang Zhen sitting in the middle.

"The government of South Sudan, when did an outsider have the right to sit here? Or are you Dinka people defecting to the Chinese people?" A dark guy on the opposite side said.

Wang Zhen: The face is disgusting.

He didn't say anything, waiting for someone from the Presidential Affairs Department to express his position.

"Wang Zhen is the director of the Development and Planning Department of the Ministry of Industry. He is a South Sudanese national. Why are you not qualified to sit here? It's 2017. I didn't expect you to make any progress. It's really disappointing. Sure enough, you have never made any progress in your life. Only suitable for grazing cattle,” mocked Presidential Affairs Minister Jizeppe Migiti with a laugh.

Wang Zhen didn't understand the meaning of a series of curses in native dialects, but the other party's attitude and lips turned black. If he had brought a gun, he would have killed Jizeppe Mijiti with one shot.

Well, maybe something similar happened before, so everyone handed over their weapons before entering?

The people on the other side were scolding each other, so naturally they wouldn't listen and not retaliate.

Across the table, the two sides pointed at the opposite noses and yelled curses. Both sides spoke in dialect. Wang Zhen couldn't understand a word and quietly shrank back. The table was wet with saliva from these people.

Wang Zhen has gained experience. Not only is business competition plain and simple, but high-level government negotiations are also like this!
Counting their watches, they exchanged curses for five minutes. Their mouths were dry, and both parties had to stop. They picked up the mineral water on the table and took a few sips.

For the first time, Wang Zhen understood why mineral water was provided during meetings.

Xu Shi was almost exhausted, and the two parties sat down again.

Jizeppe Mijiti said with a cold face: "Let him go immediately. He kidnapped foreign businessmen for no reason. The reason why South Sudan cannot attract investment is because of you people!"

"They are smuggling cement, and our seizure is legitimate and legal!" the head of the Salvation Front, Sean Kendall, said loudly.

"Fart, no one here knows who is smuggling cement, you underground rats!"

"They have no procurement procedures, they are just smuggling!" Sean Kendall said with a smile on his face.

"Here is a purchase contract signed with Dick Sears' company." Wang Zhen finally spoke and put a contract on the table.

"Don't look at it, it's a fake contract. You Chinese like to make fakes the most. The products you sell are fake, and the contract is also fake." Sean Kendall didn't even bother to look at it, he just waved his hand and said.

It’s clear that it’s unreasonable!
Just as Wang Zhen was about to speak, he was pulled back by Krups next to him.

Jizeppe Mijiti said expressionlessly: "Tell me the conditions, how can I agree to release him?"

"Stop that bullshit cement factory." Sean Kendall said with a cold face.

"The cement plant is the foundation of national development and must be built."

"Fuck your country's development, what does it have to do with our Salvation Front? Don't talk to me about the country. It's obviously a factory built by you Dinka people in collusion with this Chinese. I don't see any benefits falling on us. I I just see you robbing us of the benefits that belong to us!" Sean Kendall said, waving his arms.

This is the current situation of many poor countries in Africa. Not only do the people have no sense of identification with the country, but the top leaders of the country also do not. They still think about the interests of their own land.

It's quite a bit like the Republic of China, when there were so many warlords. No, it was even more naked than the Republic of China. During the Republic of China, even when the warlords used national interests as a big thing, they had to stay away. No matter what they thought in their hearts, they had to do it.

This group of people in Africa do not shy away from disregarding the interests of the country for the interests of individuals and small groups.

Just like this, how much can you develop!
The right way is to fight against external factors... To develop, one must first settle within.

Only two generations of great men could forcefully shelve conflicts under such circumstances, forcefully balance all parties, develop first, and then resolve.

If not a great man.

According to Wang Zhen's idea, it is to kill, kill, kill, kill!

Bring peace to the world!

Make a bright future!

"Your people are still surrounded by us." Jizeppe Mijiti said with a cold face.

"Then let's have a fight. Who's afraid of whom!" Sean Kendall looked completely confident. "This is Juba anyway. It doesn't matter who suffers the greater loss. Our Salvation Front doesn't care!" "You want us to let people go." , Impossible, unless you completely stop building factories!"

Wang Zhen squinted his eyes, this guy was totally fucking a rogue.

"Okay, okay!" Jizeppe Mijiti sneered and stood up. Wang Zhen and others also stood up and walked out.

The Salvation Front men sat motionless.

……

Returning to Kiel's territory upstairs, Wang Zhen asked with a straight face: "What should we do next?"

"Wait." Jizeppe Mijiti shook his head, "It's impossible to start a fight in Juba. Let's wait until Mr. President comes back and see if we can do some exchange of interests. Even if they are released now, they will not relax. , once they start building factories, they will still launch an attack."

"Okay, I know, I'll go back first." Wang Zhen looked ugly, so damn disgusting!

"Well, pay attention to safety. I'll leave 30 people to protect you. Be careful if they do something to you." Jizeppe Mijiti nodded.

"Thank you." Wang Zhen forced a smile. Now that there was no one around him, he could only rely on these rabble in his eyes.

Under the protection of 30 South Soviet soldiers, Wang Zhen hurried back to the Baijing Juba Hotel, where the South Soviet soldiers returned.

Since the establishment of Baijing Juba, it has experienced hundreds of conflicts, but no one has ever attacked it. It is considered safe to a certain extent.

Of course, the reason for not attacking is not because of how many security guards Li Guanghua hired, but because of the tacit understanding of all parties.

As soon as Wang Zhen came back, Shovel immediately came up and asked, "Where's the shrapnel from the donkey? Why..."

"Go back and talk." Wang Zhen waved his hand.

In this state, it was hard to ask whether it was Zhang Gongqi, or the support team from China. All they knew was that something big had happened again.

This Nansu, hey, no wonder he is so damn poor.

Back in the office, Wang Zhen called Jin Mao and explained everything.

"Can't Kiir and the others be tougher?" Jin Mao couldn't understand. "They are the most powerful party after all."

"Twenty-eight, man." Wang Zhen rubbed his brows and sighed, "They only hold [-]% of the shares, so naturally they only use [-]% of their efforts. It's impossible for us to be the major shareholders but count on each other for everything. Business is Business has nothing to do with whether the other party is capable."

Of course, this is the truth, but when there is a problem, the other party is obviously capable but unwilling to pay the price, which makes Wang Zhen feel very unhappy.

"What about Donkey and the others now?"

"They were sent away to a town called Lobonok, about [-] kilometers west of Juba. That is the territory of the Salvation Front."

There was silence in the office for a while, and Wang Zhen exhaled, "As a human being, you must rely on yourself."

"You withdraw from the mountain and leave two Dinka people to watch. If there are terrorists, let them run away. Leave eight Dinka people in Najishot."

"Everyone else came to Juba fully armed. Damn it! If the tiger doesn't show its power, you will treat me like a sick cat!"

"Bring a few of Lao Liu's men here, the armored vehicles are coming, and the artillery is mounted on the pickup truck!"

"This is South Sudan and Africa. After all, our style is still too conservative and low-key. People don't even take us seriously." Wang Zhen sneered twice, "If this were in Iraq, let alone It’s smuggled, even if it’s really smuggled, who the hell dares to arrest our people!”

"I know!" Jin Mao hung up the phone and turned around to prepare.

"What about us?" Shovel asked with a frown.

"Wait, let me call Old Liu first!" Wang Zhen took out his cell phone and dialed again, "Old Liu, it's me, where have I been?"

"We're at Quancheng Airport. How is it there?"

"The other party doesn't care about our glorious defense at all." Wang Zhen laughed at himself, and then asked: "Can the gas tank cloud bomb be made without you?"

"It's definitely possible. I got 2000 shells back then. You thought I did it all by myself? You're kidding me!" Old Liu said quickly: "They can make tanks, barrels, including high and low machines. The only one is The problem is the explosive configuration. I'm not here, I'm afraid they won't be stable, you know, if one of those things doesn't get done right, someone will die."

"When can you get to Juba?"

"Tomorrow night, or the morning after tomorrow, we'll go to Khartoum and see."

"Okay, we can almost make it. If you need any ingredients, I'll prepare them here."

"I'll send you a WeChat message."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Zhen squinted his eyes, "Damn it, I'm going to give the people of Nansu some shock from Lao Liu!"

After sitting for a while, Wang Zhen looked at the shovel, "Does anyone else outside know what's going on?"

"I did not say."

"Let's go, there's nothing to hide." Wang Zhen stood up and said, "We are not a government official. Besides, it's not that this matter cannot be solved. If we hide it, it will make us feel less confident." (End of Chapter)