Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 7 Business Opening

"Gollum..."

After sleeping for several hours, Han Feng's stomach started to make loud protest sounds. He looked at the watch on his wrist which was taken from Major Cato's body. It was six o'clock in the evening local time.

CAF is located near the equator in the northern hemisphere, so basically there are 12 hours of day and night throughout the year, which means that 6 o'clock is almost nighttime.

So Han Feng quickly put on his coat and went out, and found a small restaurant with lights on in the street of Boda.

"Will it be clean and hygienic..."

Han Feng stood at the door and hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to push open the old wooden door in front of him.

To his great surprise, what appeared in front of him was not the dirty and dark restaurant as he had imagined, but an environment similar to that of domestic street fast food restaurants, with several square tables with benches, and stickers on the wall. French menu, and old but clean stainless steel cutlery.

There are about a dozen customers eating in the store, both men and women, wearing very old clothes, but they are considered full of energy.

In short, if these people were not all dark-skinned and spoke Afrikaans French, Han Feng even had the illusion that he had just had a dream and that he was actually still in China.

"What would you like to eat?"

A black girl with braids behind the counter saw Han Feng standing at the door, put down her phone, picked up a notebook, walked forward, and asked enthusiastically.

At the same time, Han Feng was almost completely attracted by the menu written on the wall.

Africa is actually a place with a very prosperous food culture, and there are quite a few special foods, but a big problem is that their food names are often very confusing. You can’t literally tell what’s in a dish. If you are not a local, you are almost opening a blind box.

However, the situation in this store is different. The menu is written in very blunt French, and if those French words are translated one-to-one into Chinese, it will become something that Han Feng is very familiar with...

"Just the big plate chicken, and two Fufu." Han Feng pointed to the menu and said in blunt French.

Fufu is a local staple food in Afrikaans. It is made of cassava, corn and other things mashed into a paste. It is a bit like flatbread, but because the texture is very hard, it is generally eaten with soup.

"Okay, find a place to sit first, wait a moment."

After the black girl finished speaking, she turned around and opened a small door next to her, and yelled out the food that Han Feng had just ordered. It seems that this small shop is most likely operated as a husband-and-wife shop.

"A total of 4000 CFA francs."

About ten minutes later, the door leading to the back kitchen was opened again, and it turned out to be a young man with black hair and yellow skin, with a round face and a pair of glasses, who came out with a plate.

At his feet was a kitten with sand-colored fur. Its big ears with exaggerated proportions were very eye-catching, and it bared its teeth at Han Feng.

However, no further aggressive actions were shown.

Since Han Feng was sitting at the table closest to him, the other party immediately saw Han Feng, who was also Asian.

As a businessman, it is impossible for the other party to casually assume Han Feng's nationality, but the latter knows very well that the person who can literally translate Da Pan Chicken and Sweet and Sour Pork into French is definitely a Chinese.

If you are in European and American countries, then you should be wary of your compatriots when you go out, but this is Africa after all, and Han Feng is almost blind to the situation of the entire CAF and Boda, and now he meets another Chinese person , I can finally find an excuse to understand the current situation.

"The boss is also from Huaxia?" Han Feng got up and took the plate from the other party's hand, and asked directly in his native language.

A sentence in Chinese directly surprised the boss, wiped his hands on the apron on his chest, and sat opposite Han Feng.

"My name is Huang Qiao. Where is my brother from? How do you call him?"

Han Feng hesitated for a moment, but still said his real name: "Han Feng, from southern Henan."

He is not a supernatural creature who will be sealed if he reveals his real name. If he cannot have a complete set of false identities, it is meaningless to just make up a false name.

Then the two of them were naturally fellow villagers, and their eyes were full of tears.

"I think Brother Han came here alone, is it... a tourist?"

Under Huang Qiao's signal, the black girl just brought up two cups of local specialty fruit and vegetable juice and put them in front of the two of them. Han Feng picked it up and took a sip. The taste was a bit strange, but the taste was not bad.

Naturally, it was impossible for Han Feng to tell the whole story, so he gave the reason he had thought about a long time ago:

"I'm a machine repairer in China, and I can't find a wife. I took the opportunity of labor dispatch to see if there is any way out."

After careful consideration, Han Feng decided that he would not be able to survive in the country, so he broke the boat and came to Africa to make a living.

This is actually similar to the situation of the original body. Lies fabricated out of thin air can easily be revealed in places that one does not know at all. Therefore, it is best to perform limited processing on the key parts on the basis of facts, so as to sound more real.

Unexpectedly, this nonsense content seemed to resonate with Huang Qiao, and he immediately took a big mouthful of fruit and vegetable juice, saying that the reason why he came to Africa was also for the same reason as Han Feng.

I broke up with my girlfriend because I couldn’t get the bride price needed for marriage, and then I went to Africa to help a company mine through labor dispatch. Then I met my current wife, the black girl just now, and I just settled down.

Huang Qiao’s wife’s parents both died in the Central African Civil War a few years ago, and the Afrikaners didn’t like the idea of ​​bride price, so he opened this store with the money he saved in the mine years. It is now regarded as one of the local catering giants in Boda.

This calm and warm story made Han Feng feel strange. If he hadn't experienced a terrorist attack about 12 hours ago, he might even feel that CAF is here after hearing this story. It is a paradise for everyday people.

"By the way, Boss Huang." After chatting for a while, Han Feng finally brought the topic to his field of interest: "Is there a hardware store and a repair shop in Boda City?"

Now that the super workshop system is in place, Han Feng naturally thinks about related businesses.

Logically speaking, the most profitable people in this field should be reselling arms, and the workshop system can indeed produce very high-quality light weapons at the rate of thirty or forty guns per day.

But he's new here, so it's not easy to tell Boss Huang that I have a batch of American equipment to sell, so he still has to start from the civilian industry.

Huang Qiao was taken aback when he heard this, perhaps because he didn't expect Han Fengfeng to ask such a question.

"What do you want to repair? I can help you contact the people in the nearby mines. They will come to the city this weekend for leisure and consumption, and help us repair something by the way. You can't compare Boda with our domestic cities. There are probably only A permanent population of around [-] to [-]."

Very good, there is a demand, but there is no service, which means there is a business opportunity.

Of course, it was impossible for Han Feng to show his excitement on his face. After taking a deep breath and calming down, he said, "No, I studied mechanical maintenance in China, and I want to open a repair shop here."

"Hmm..." Huang Qiao propped her chin with one hand and thought for a while, as if to judge the feasibility of Han Feng's idea.

"I have to remind you one thing first. The current situation in CAF is very unstable. The new government has not yet been formed. Even if this is the southernmost tip of the entire country, it cannot be guaranteed to stay away from war. If you still decide to stay on this basis, I can rent a house for you."

Huang Qiao's response was very sincere, and he didn't make a big deal of anything, but this kind of answer was more realistic. After all, although the two were Chinese compatriots, they were nothing more than compatriots.

If he really showed special enthusiasm, Han Feng would be more vigilant instead.

"I don't need the house. I've already visited the unfinished three-story building outside the city. It's enough to tidy it up and make do with it. The place is still spacious." Han Feng waved his hand to indicate that there is no need for such trouble.

Of course, he can't be too far away from his super workshop. Although the building above is dilapidated, it can be used as a good cover, and with the existence of the workshop system, it will not be too difficult to repair.

"That building..." Huang Qiao showed an indescribable expression after hearing this: "It's a bit far away, but it's also suitable for a repair shop, but..."

"What's wrong with that building?"

"I just heard that some people wanted to live in it before, but they all moved out after a short time. You know how many local people believe in witchcraft or something. There are rumors that that unfinished building It's haunted." Huang Qiao's tone was dubious, but that's how people are, even if reason tells him that there are no ghosts, he will inevitably react in his heart.

Han Feng could probably guess that the system was responsible, otherwise the building would not have been empty all the time, it should be some kind of self-protection mechanism.

Of course, Han Feng must change his rhetoric: "It's okay, I read the horoscope when I was young, and the master said that I have too much yang energy, so I can drive away ghosts and evil spirits at that stop, so I'm not afraid."

Han Feng has heard such nonsense words since he was a child. It is very difficult to convince people with reason in this situation. It is best to use magic to defeat magic.

Sure enough, after hearing what Han Feng said, Huang Qiao's face gradually recovered: "That's good, that's good... That building is indeed unused, and foreigners who live here need to register at the local police station. That building is not used anyway, you can just register by the way."

It seems that in his mind, the masters in the country are more authoritative than the wizards of the Afrikaans.

"One more thing, where did you... uh... my sister-in-law's mobile phone, I want to get one too." Han Feng had noticed the mobile phone in Huang Qiao's wife's hand just now. Of course, there are Apple or Samsung brands of smartphones for sale in big cities in China, but Han Feng doesn’t have much money in his pocket, so it’s impossible to sell everything just to get another phone.

(End of this chapter)