Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 12
With video, the nature of things might be a little different.

If the accident happened to a white man, maybe the University of London would use some means to protect its own students, but to choose between an Asian student and the school's political reputation, I am afraid that the school will not have even half a second. hesitate.

"Anyway, Lin did this wrong. I want to apologize to you and your wife first." Jenny Lin's boyfriend looked dissatisfied at his girlfriend who put the situation into a dilemma, and stood up first .

Although the others didn't speak, they were also very unhappy with this extravagance from their expressions.

"No, I don't think there is anything wrong with you in this matter, and you can't apologize instead of her."

Huang Qiao's attitude is very tough. He met Asha when he was most frustrated in his life, and the latter was the most important relative to him.

"Well, I shouldn't have said that, I hope you can forgive my faux pas just now."

Jenny Lin was obviously not willing to do this, but under the double pressure of the video in Han Feng's hands and the dissatisfaction of his teammates, she still reluctantly apologized to Asha. Not the slightest bit of begging for forgiveness.

After saying this, Jenny Lin took her bag and left the hotel without looking back.

"This matter...we are wrong, but...but I hope everything ends here. If possible, we can give some compensation for the loss of spirit..."

The braided man who was about to go to a coffee plantation to experience life as a volunteer almost held his forehead and said helplessly that although this matter had nothing to do with them, no one would want to be involved in such a disturbance.

Huang Qiao frowned tightly, but he also knew that it was not easy to take his anger out on the other people, so he waved his hand to express that he didn't need it.

"Don't worry, I won't report any of you to the University of London." Han Feng also put away his mobile phone, signaling to the rest of them not to be so nervous.

Even so, at the final checkout, these people still insisted on giving an extra [-] euros, and repeatedly stated that it was a tip for Asha.

"Huh... really embarrassing us Chinese people..."

"She may be a Chinese-British person and has nothing to do with us, and you're going to leave this matter alone?" Han Feng tapped his finger on the table lightly.

Huang Qiao shook her head: "What else? In fact, there have been many Europeans who have said this behind their backs these years, but today is the first time someone dared to say it in person. Besides, you promised not to report them just now."

"I just said that I won't report those men." Han Feng turned on his phone, found Huang Qiao's WeChat and sent the video: "You code the other people in this video, and only let that Jenny Lin show her face. Then send it to YTB."

The two were chatting, but there was a burst of clear applause from the corner:
"Oh, that's a good idea, but just uploading a video may not help. You should contact the media directly, such as the Guardian."

As he spoke, the man took out his ID from his pocket, which showed that he was a reporter named Antoine.

"Guardian?"

Huang Qiao obviously didn't know about these things. In fact, considering Han Feng's original background, he should also know nothing about these things.

"Their position..." Antoine hesitated for a while, but did not explain: "In short, they will be interested in this kind of news."

Then he picked up the tea cup in front of him and took a sip: "It's really good tea, as expected it was brought from China."

This is an absolutely illogical compliment, and it can be seen that Antoine doesn't understand tea at all, because it is black tea that Huang Qiao bought from Kenya nearby. In fact, the tea export volume of this East African country even exceeds that of Huaxia and Tianzhu. Traditional tea producing country.

Huang Qiao was also obviously taken aback: "No, sir, this is Kenyan tea."

From Han Feng's point of view, as the boss, he didn't seem to need to expose this point, but Antoine didn't seem to care about it. Instead, he took out a neatly stacked paper map of Afrikaans and placed it on the table. Pave it flat, and then use a red and blue pencil to make annotations on it.

"Okay, Mr. Antoine, thank you for your righteous words just now." No matter what purpose Antoine just came from, he helped Asha speak. As her husband, Huang Qiao always wanted to express his gratitude, and stepped forward to talk to Asha. Antoine shook hands.

"It's okay, it's what we should all do to make trouble for the British." Antoine picked up his travel bag, but did not leave, but walked all the way to the counter: "I'm going to live here for a few days, take some pictures News videos or something."

"Uh...why didn't I know that you still provide in-house service here?" Han Feng asked Huang Qiao, who had already taken out the account book and was about to calculate the money.

An Tuowan and Huang Qiao looked at each other, and they smiled at the same time.

"It seems that this friend has not been in CAF for a long time." Antoine took out his wallet and said while paying the bill: "Almost all these small shops in CAF provide accommodation services, and the police generally do not come to check, so for temporary stay Very convenient for foreigners."

Han Feng recalled that when he first came to Boda, Huang Qiao said that he had to go to the police station to register before he could stay legally for a long time. It seemed that Antoine didn't want to go through this step, probably because he wanted to investigate some local police officers who did not want to stay legally for a long time. Things I like too much.

But all of this has nothing to do with Han Feng. In the territory of Afrika, it is basically a dream if you want to do business completely legally. Among other things, Han Feng has not only sold arms, but also in the past few days. Only a nominal tax was paid for a month.

As expected of the old Paris Zhengbai flag from Maoguo, Antoine even paid 100 euros for the hotel, and then asked Huang Qiao not to disturb him, so he went up to find his room with his travel bag.

After such an accident, the two lost much interest. After hastily cooking the freshly made dumplings, Han Feng bid farewell to Huang Qiao and prepared to go back to see the production situation of the workshop.

But he didn't go far when he was blocked by a group of people at the gate of Boda police station.

In the middle of the crowd broke out a dispute, a verdict to be precise.

The authority of the CAF government can barely reach the urban area, so there is a court in Boda in theory, but because there is no corresponding manpower, in practice it is often Abel's police station and the city hall that work together.

Standing on both sides of the gate of the police station was a curly-haired black man in a plaid shirt and a white man in uniform.

After watching for a while, Han Feng probably understood the ins and outs of the matter. The black man was the owner of the farm that Huang Qiao had mentioned before, and the white officer was a member of the Belgian peacekeeping force.

It is the Belgian peacekeeping force, not the Belgian unit of the UN peacekeeping force.

Not all peacekeeping operations in the world are carried out by the United Nations. In some regions, some countries or organizations with special status will also send their own peacekeeping forces, such as Russia in the South Caucasus and the OSCE in Kosovo.

The cattle ranch used to be a military camp more than half a century ago. The Belgians returned here more than a month ago, holding a decades-old title deed, and prepared to re-campus in it, nominally to protect the safety of the southern part of the CAF. , to prevent civil war.

This kind of thing involves complicated historical issues. In principle, the inheritance of former colonists should be confiscated, but CAF is too complicated. Besides, it depends on whose gun barrel is harder. Although Belgium is already It is a third-rate country, but it can still show off its might in central Africa.

So there is actually no suspense about the outcome of this kind of thing. Now that CAF doesn't even have a decent government, how can it manage the Belgians.

Seeing that money is open to this guy, Abel probably has already been dealt with.

Han Feng was a little angry when he saw this kind of thing, but it was useless, at least it was useless now, even if he wanted to be a saint, he had to have strength.

What's more, the local people around seemed to be just watching the fun, not as excited as he expected.

After Han Feng left, Huang Qiao simply cleaned up the tables on the first floor, then directly hung up the shop closing sign, turned around and went up to the second floor, but instead of going to the bedroom to comfort his wife, he went to the guest room , knocked on Antoine's door.

Soon, the door opened, and Antoine, who had just emphasized not to disturb him, let Huang Qiao into the room without showing any dissatisfaction.

"Chrysanthemum, nice to meet you." As soon as he entered the door, An Tuowan held Huang Qiao's hand tightly: "I am your new contact person, and my code name is Raven."

"Hello, Mr. Antoine, I think it's better for us to call each other by our first names when we face each other." Huang Qiao doesn't seem to be used to being called like this, and now that everyone has met, there is no sense of confidentiality in calling these code names: " My original contact was... what's wrong?"

"Don't worry, he's fine. It's just that this time...the task is quite special and requires a person with French nationality, so I can only take up the post temporarily." Antoine shrugged.

Huang Qiao was a little cautious, with a look of restlessness: "Then did I act too impulsively just now? Maybe I should keep a low profile."

"Just now?" Antoine shook his head: "No, the secret to hiding your identity lies in being natural, not being low-key, and you are doing the right thing."

Speaking of which, Antoine took out a paper bag from his backpack and handed it to Huang Qiao, "Today should be your Chinese New Year. I may not come at the right time. There are two main things this time. One is to hand over the money to Huang Qiao." You, as your reward for helping us all these years."

Huang Qiao opened the envelope, and inside were several stacks of old coins with denominations of 20, 50, 100, and 200 euros mixed. This kind of money is easier to spend without arousing suspicion, and the consideration is indeed very thoughtful.

But that's not what he wants most.

"You know, I chose to help you to avenge my wife's family. If you can't help, I won't do things for you just for money."

(End of this chapter)