Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 11 The Annoying Brit

Looking at Han Feng's expression, Huang Qiao probably felt that the situation he described just now was a bit serious, and he quickly comforted him: "You don't have to worry too much, brother, Boda has never been directly affected by civil war before, but if If there is a fight, the government forces will definitely focus on the battlefield, and even the police will be recruited into the army, and the security situation here may have problems, so I thought about getting a gun for self-defense."

"That's no problem. I happen to be going to Bangji these two days, and I can get you a pistol along the way."

After thinking about it, Han Feng agreed to Huang Qiao's request: "It's about 500 euros, and you can just give me the money when I get it back."

Huang Qiao doesn't seem to know about the Black Flag organization here. The latter is currently very strong in the Middle East, but its influence in Southern Africa is not yet great.

When I asked Abel to buy a gun last time, Han Feng asked him if he had other models. At that time, Abel said that a good-looking M1911A1 cost 500 euros, and the TT33 was much cheaper, only 200 euros.

Han Feng didn't want to make any money from Huang Qiao, but if he offered a price that was too low, it would look suspicious.

"How can I ask you to advance the money, brother? You take these first. If there is more, it will be regarded as hard work. If it is not enough, I will make it up when I come back."

As Huang Qiao spoke, he took out 600 euros from his wallet and handed it to Han Feng. It seemed that he had already made preparations.

"By the way, don't tell your sister-in-law about this, I'm afraid she will worry."

Before going downstairs, Huang Qiao took Han Feng's hand and instructed.

The Lunar New Year in China is just an ordinary day for the people of Afrikaans, so Huang Qiao couldn't close the shop like Han Feng, and the two waited until the noon meal was over before starting to make dumplings.

Han Feng also noticed that Huang Qiao's menu had changed a few months ago, and many dishes had been crossed out.

"Why don't you sell your boiled beef? There are also red soup beef offal and..." Han Feng looked at the menu, and realized that all the dishes related to beef were gone.

Although the economy in Sanan Africa is backward, the breeding industry in CAF and several surrounding countries is still relatively developed. It happens that the beef in Huaxia cuisine is rarely cooked directly, and the quality of the meat is not high, so the price is not expensive. Huang Qiao's shop is very popular.

"Oh...you don't know." Huang Qiao put a plate of Afrikaans specialty miracle fruit on the table, then sat next to him and explained: "The nearby farm has been taken over by a group of Belgians. The price of beef is skyrocketing, so I can’t afford it at all.”

The influence of the Belgian colonial empire is far less than that of Britain and France, but they have never given up maintaining their presence in Afrika.

Zaire in the south used to be a colony of Belgium, but Belgium itself later became a third-rate country, so it could only leave in disgrace.

I just don't know what to do when I come back this time.

While the two were chatting, the door of the restaurant was suddenly pushed open, and a total of four people, three men and one woman, walked in from the outside.

They were all carrying all kinds of bags and bags. The three men were all Caucasian. The woman had an Asian face, but she wore a squinting eye makeup, which made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Of course, choosing what appearance is the freedom of others, Han Feng quickly withdrew his gaze.

Since there were guests, Huang Qiao had no choice but to put on an apron and prepare to go to the kitchen to cook, while his wife Asha went to the guests to order as usual.

The Asian woman curled her lips when she saw Huang Qiao and Asha, and muttered in a low Hokkien dialect:
"Yellow and nigger...that's disgusting..."

I don't know if it's because of the system, after being reborn here, Han Feng's hearing has become much sharper than before. Since he had been studying in the south before rebirth, he happened to be able to understand a little.

If this was his shop, Han Feng would probably have a fit, but considering that Huang Qiao might not be willing to get involved in an inexplicable dispute, he still endured it for the time being, just quietly took out his phone and started recording, to see if he could continue. What is the handle to catch these people.

And at this time, a white man with short black hair walked in from the outside, with a camera hanging around his neck, he looked much older than the few people just now, he quickly ordered some food after entering the door, and then sat on a table Start writing and drawing at the desk.

The other people present couldn't understand this Chinese sentence at all, so naturally they didn't make any waves.

Perhaps due to the small tables in Huang Qiao's shop, it seemed a little crowded for four people to sit together. The Asian woman kept complaining to the person next to her in English that the environment was not good.

The four of them only ordered some simple local food in Afrikaans. It didn’t take long for Huang Qiao to prepare and bring it up. They were not in a hurry to eat, but took out all kinds of equipment from their bags and looked at the food. Click to shoot.

After filming the video, one of the blond men with glasses asked Asha in a strange French: "Ma'am, we are a social research team from the University of London, England, and would like to ask how to find the CAF southern region." Himba tribe."

"Himba?" Maybe this person's accent was really difficult to understand, and Asha thought for a while before guessing what the other person wanted to express.

"Yes, we want to visit their tribe and send some medicine there." Another man with pigtails leaned back on another table behind him, and replied in a slightly exaggerated tone, Judging from the interaction just now, it seems that he and the Chinese woman are in a relationship.

"They gave up tribal life a few years ago and moved into the city." Asha shrugged and replied: "There may be some Himba living together in Namibia in the south, but their villages are only tourist attractions. That's all."

"It's such a pity..." The man with glasses who asked the question at the beginning said in English, perhaps thinking that people in the French-speaking Afrikaans couldn't understand English, so they didn't deliberately lower their voices: "These people also entered the In the city..."

"Yeah, they actually gave up those mysterious and unique cultures..."

Hearing this, Han Feng couldn't help laughing. If those so-called unique cultures are characterized by poor clothing and food, there seems to be no need to inherit them.

"I have been to Nepal, and it is the same there. Many beautiful traditional villages have been abandoned, and people have moved into those lifeless concrete buildings." The last person who had never spoken before also said in a regretful tone.

"So what about our social studies?" The Asian woman asked the most practical question: "Without this, my supervisor will not let me graduate easily."

"We still have plan B, about the mineral resources of Nigeria, Niger and Mali being..." The blond man with glasses glanced at Han Feng who was not far away: "The topic of being plundered by Huaxia Company, you know, the parliament likes this very much kind of research."

"Several, now is not a good time to go to the Sahel region." The man who came in finally put down his pen, raised his head and said, "I just came all the way from North Africa, and the Black Flag organization is making rapid progress there. Europeans...not very friendly."

"Ha, what you French guys have done is good, you will surrender if you beat these black dogs." The man with glasses responded frivolously, perhaps because the man's English just now has a strong French accent, and the British and French are naturally at odds with each other .

But judging from the tone of the man with glasses, he obviously didn't take it too seriously.

The man with braids just knocked on the table and stopped his companion's verbal provocation: "Then I have prepared an alternative topic, about the agricultural development in Central Afrika, so I am going to study in the coffee plantation here. Volunteer for a while and experience first-hand how farmers in Afrikaans work."

Han Feng shook his head helplessly. He couldn't quite understand the thoughts of these people. They seemed to really care about the lives of the people of Afrikaans, but it always made people feel that something was wrong.

"What are you kidding?" The woman who had been silent just now expressed strong dissatisfaction: "I'd rather go to Nigeria than work in the sun with those nigger farmers!"

After these words were spoken, the other people suddenly became silent, and looked at the only black Asha present almost in unison, especially the black-haired man who had just been bullied, showing a face ready to look. The expression of the play.

In fact, Asha's English was really not very good, and the woman spoke very fast, so she didn't realize what had just happened, but this didn't mean that Huang Qiao could bear the insult to his wife.

"Ma'am, I ask you to apologize to my wife."

Huang Qiao walked to the table of those people and spoke to the woman just now in English.

The face of the woman who was dancing just now became cloudy and uncertain, and she looked at her boyfriend, but this kind of thing can be discussed in Western society, and the latter dare not directly stand on her side.

"Where did the turtle man come from, why should I apologize?"

Although she didn't get the support of her companions, being asked by Huang Qiao, who is also Asian, seemed to annoy the woman very much.

She obviously didn't want to lose her momentum, and perhaps because she felt that no one could provide evidence, she directly chose the way of refusing to admit it, and switched to Chinese, preparing to carry it to the end.

Since Huang Qiao, the boss, chose to stand out, there was no need for Han Feng to pretend to be a grandson.

"University of London, right? I think your university would really like to see this video posted on social networks."

Han Feng picked up his mobile phone and started to play the video just now. Jenny Lin's face and what she shouted in desperation were clearly captured.

The face of the woman named Jenny Lin turned pale in an instant, her hands clenched into fists, and her breathing became heavy.

(End of this chapter)