Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 17 Dinner
"So, what are you going to shoot with me next?" Han Feng asked Antoine, who was obviously not going to leave.

"In the peaceful life of CAF, there is nothing more soothing than this kind of news." Antoine raised his camera to take pictures of the surrounding street scenes while walking: "Of course, if you want, I can also report on you things."

Although Han Feng didn't understand the kind of life in this street where most of the shops were closed, at least the Frenchman in front of him knew how to respect the rights of portrait and privacy.

"Forget it, I don't want to, I just want to live here in peace and stability." Han Feng quickened his pace, trying to get rid of this trouble.

But Antoine seems determined to follow him: "Well, I will at least guarantee that your name and photo will not appear in my reports. Can you tell me why you decided to come to CAF? As far as I know, nearly It has also developed rapidly in recent years.”

"You think I think so, I don't know how to get here..." Han Feng cursed inwardly.

But no matter what, the other party put on a polite look on the surface, and did not reach out to hit the smiling person. He repeated the reason he told Huang Qiao before, but withdrew some details so as not to give the other party Pass the knife to attack Huaxia.

Under Antoine's constant verbal offensive, Han Feng no longer had the leisure to go shopping in the vegetable market. He just bought some cheapest chicken and lettuce and was ready to get rid of this troublesome tail.

"Eh, what about people?"

Han Feng turned his head, only to find that An Tuowan, who was following behind him just now, was gone, and he didn't realize when the other party left at all.

Just as he was about to go back, the phone in his pocket rang.

It is one of Abel's many cell phone numbers.

In the past few months, Han Feng also understood why the other party had to prepare so many phone cards, because there were so many operators in Afrikaans, and their signal coverage was appalling.

In a small town as big as a palm like Boda, there are at least three numbers to ensure that you can receive calls at any time.

Abel is greedy for money, but he is very reliable. He didn't forget to do things after receiving money last time.

This call was to tell Han Feng that there would be a banquet at the city hall tomorrow night, and some local high-ranking people would attend, including people from the Belgian garrison.

Han Feng made the right choice to spend money to register the company at that time, because it made him the only foreign businessman registered in Boda.

This name is usually useless, but at this time, it can be taken for granted as an invitation.

Abel is also ready.

"Han, you can't wear this dress to the banquet tomorrow." Abel looked at Han Feng who was dressed in casual clothes: "At least you have to buy a suit."

Obviously, as a "high-end" banquet, Han Feng had to dress up like a human being.

"Okay, I will find a way." Han Feng nodded.

Since coming to Boda, Han Feng has been doing repair business most of the time, never thinking about clothes.

And there is no serious suit shop here, there are tailors, but it must be too late to make a new one right now.

After going around for a while, Han Feng came to Huang Qiao's store again. After all, the latter had stayed here for several years and learned a lot about many things.

Han Feng tried to push the door and it was locked.

Ordinarily, it shouldn't be closed at this time, but since the Belgian came, Huang Qiao's restaurant business has not been very good, and it may be that the couple wanted to have a passion, anyway, Han Feng was going to turn around and leave.

Then there was the sound of the door opening behind him.

"Brother Han? Come in quickly."

Huang Qiao poked out only one head, and said to Han Feng like a thief.

"What are you doing? Sneaky..." Han Feng said as he opened the door and walked into the restaurant, but there was a strong smell of blood coming from inside.

"Fuck, what does it smell like?"

Han Feng didn't think Huang Qiao would harm him, but he couldn't help but think about it, especially since he had just experienced a gunfight almost 12 hours ago, he suddenly became nervous.

In such a delicate atmosphere, a person suddenly came out from the direction of the back kitchen.

"Brother Huang, the cattle you asked for have been unloaded in the backyard for you. The total cost is 2500 euros."

The man spoke fluent Chinese, and after a closer look, Han Feng realized that he should be a Chinese.

"Who is this……"

The two strangers spoke almost at the same time.

After some explanations, Han Feng learned that this is a Chinese big boss in Africa, surnamed Wang, who owns a large-scale ranch in Sudan.

Or there used to be one.

Boss Wang has already sold his property in Sudan at a low price and is preparing to return home. He came here this time to send the last few cows. The smell of blood just now was slaughtering cows.

Perhaps seeing Han Feng's puzzled eyes, Boss Wang took the initiative to explain: "The French are making a lot of noise this time, and I have been a soldier. I can see that they can't stop the Black Flag organization at all. The entire Sahel The area will soon fall."

This news was the same as what Han Feng heard from Suonda last week, and it almost came from the front line, so it was highly credible.

"Sure enough, you can't trust the French on the battlefield." Han Feng shook his head and muttered in a low voice.

Unexpectedly, Boss Wang took over the conversation: "Indeed, my father once went to Indochina Peninsula to fight. According to his old man's description, the French...are really not talented in war."

This slightly heavy topic was quickly brought over, and Han Feng talked about the suit.

"This is easy to handle. If you don't mind, you can buy a second-hand set." Huang Qiao replied almost subconsciously.

This is a bit beyond Han Feng's cognition: "Second-hand clothes... Rent clothes?"

Han Feng has no obsession with cleanliness. When he was in college in the previous life, he often rented formal clothes to attend some events, and now he has no choice.

He is not a person who likes to dress himself up, but he has also seen the peeing behavior of Europeans in his previous life. If he really wears work clothes to a banquet, he will definitely be looked down upon.

There is no way to do business, just like many small bosses who can't make much money, but still have to bite their teeth and buy a Mercedes-Benz worth tens of millions.

Africa has not yet developed to that level, and it basically relies on clothes here.

Boss Wang shook his head, and casually picked up a pear from the fruit basket on the table: "No, they are sold in clothing stores, old clothes. Afrikaans is the world's largest importer of second-hand clothes."

He seems to be accustomed to these things: "This industry is already very mature, and the health problems are not serious, it depends on whether you can accept it psychologically."

Although Boss Wang said so, when Han Feng followed Huang Qiao's directions to find the shop the next day, he was still a little shocked——

Second-hand clothing dealers in Afrika not only repackage the clothes, but even have their own brand LOGO on the box.

If he hadn't known it in advance, Han Feng wouldn't even have noticed that these clothes were second-hand.

It can only be said that Afrikaans is definitely talented.

That night, Han Feng came to the gate of the city hall wearing a blue casual suit.

A policeman under Abel and a Belgian soldier are standing guard together. It seems that the Belgians have taken over Boda's defense to a certain extent. I don't know if it is because the French have no time to take care of it.

The local police had known Han Feng for a long time because of Abel, so they just glanced at the cover of the invitation and were ready to let him in.

Instead, Belgian soldiers armed with SCAR assault rifles stopped him and asked to carefully check the contents of the invitation and his own documents.

Taking advantage of the other party's inspection time, Han Feng used the workshop system to check a Belgian armored vehicle not far away.

[pandur (Ranger) 1 armored vehicle (47%), the workshop cannot produce: a 6*6 wheeled armored vehicle manufactured by the Austrian Steyr Company, with a Mauser 30mm machine gun installed on it, but almost Can no longer be used]

The system cannot scan the entire vehicle, but it can give basic status judgments.

A durability of 47% basically means that the item has been severely damaged, and some parts are in a state of complete failure.

Since this armored vehicle can drive over, it means that the chassis and power are probably intact, and according to the description given by the system... I am afraid that the problem is the weapon, that is, the 30mm gun.

This incident has exceeded Han Feng's level of cognition - the Belgians are planning to drive such an armored vehicle to fight against the Black Flag organization?
He originally wanted to try to scan the gun barrel again, but at this time the Belgian soldier had already completed the inspection, and it seemed a little strange for him to stay here, so he had to give up, and walked quickly into the city hall after taking back his certificate and invitation.

There were about [-] people in the small auditorium, almost half of them were white and half black. Besides Abel, Han Feng also saw Antoine who kept taking pictures with his camera, and the man who had appeared at the gate of the police station before. Belgian officer.

But from the positions of the people, Han Feng could see that the center of the banquet was a tall black man—that was the mayor of Boda, Han Feng met him once when he registered the company, and his name seemed to be Esper .

There is also a Caucasian woman in a lady's suit, about [-] years old, with exquisite clothes and makeup, and looks a bit out of place with the environment in sub-Saharan Africa.

Standing beside the mayor was a black girl whom Han Feng had never seen before. Judging from her age and intimacy, she might be...

Forget it, God knows if it's a daughter or a wife, and it's not uncommon for eighteen to be eighty.

Abel was the first to see Han Feng, he beckoned Han Feng to go over, and then introduced him to the others.

"This is what we just said, Mr. Han Feng from Boda Machinery Manufacturing Company."

In this place where the per capita prenatal education is unemployed, the industries involved in production are basically only agriculture and mining. After all, Han Feng's company can tinker with some metal products, and it can be regarded as a certain position in Boda.

The Belgian army stationed nearby was small in size but not small in size. The leader was actually a colonel named Duarte, and the woman in a suit was a diplomat and minister-counselor.

In other words, she is the real speaker of the Belgian side.

(End of this chapter)