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Chapter 1031 Luxurious Palace
Xia Long has followed Pei Ruhai since he was a child, and the name of Master Ru Hai is definitely not a cover. The so-called art is interlinked. Xia Long is a master of Chinese calligraphy and painting, so he also has a unique vision for Western art. The building next to a diamond mine in Africa is really a masterpiece of art.

The white marble statue, the wall with a strong style, and those Roman columns, etc., Xia Long couldn't help but feel a little amazed at this Zaku once again in his heart.

Talent.

Looking at this big black man who is three big and five thick, still holding the light machine gun in his hand, and the bullet chain around his neck is still wrapped several times, no matter how you look at it, he and the one in front of him can't be full of artistic atmosphere. buildings are associated together.

It's like seeing Meng Zhang Fei embroidering with an embroidery needle, and the embroidered flowers are better than women's.

Is this guy a split personality or a pervert?Is he still a murderous, brutal and vicious mercenary?

Looking at this building, Xia Long couldn't help being silent again.

Obviously, the materials of this building are definitely not produced in Africa, just like this seemingly incomparably luxurious marble, so many marbles appear here, how much manpower and financial resources have been spent?

Not to mention financial resources, but only manpower. This poor place doesn’t even have a decent car. Could it be that this Mandela is willing to buy some large machinery?

Apparently, these materials took a lot of manpower to carry them.

So, how many people would have to die to move these things here?
Sharon couldn't help but sighed.

Forget it, I can't protect myself, so why worry about it, kill a Mandela, maybe a more brutal ruler will come out, in short, the residents of this continent really want to be stable, unless there is no support behind these warlords , Those big countries no longer compete for the resources here, otherwise, it is absolutely impossible.

Putting aside the messy thoughts in his head, Xia Long followed Zaku and approached Mandela's private mansion with a big sheet of paper. When he opened the door, Xia Long was really stunned.

The person who greeted him at the door was actually a real British butler.

Marrying a Japanese wife, eating Chinese food, and hiring a British butler, Mandela can even hire a British butler here. Could it be that he also has a Chinese chef and a Japanese woman?
Heck.

What's more, Xia Long was shocked by the scene in front of and behind the door.

luxurious!

Extreme luxury!
Sharon was so extravagant that he wanted to have an urge to rob.

As soon as you enter the door, the statues on both sides of a passage are two meters high, with twelve statues on one side, a total of 24 statues in the shape of gladiators in ancient Rome, all of which are made of pure gold.

The entire gold statue is extremely exquisitely polished, and at first glance it is also the handwriting of a master. Forget it, the gold is still valuable, but... the one in the middle of the fucking hall has a diameter of five meters The crystal chandelier made Xia Long's eyes flash with greed.

On the incomparably huge chandelier, inlaid are large and small...diamonds.

All of them are diamonds, the big ones are as big as a fist, and there are more than one. As for the thumb-sized ones, I don't know how many there are.

Xia Long couldn't help but use his mental strength to perceive it, and his nosebleed almost didn't come out.

There are a total of 25 fist-sized diamonds alone. As for the smaller ones, egg-sized ones, there are more than 200 diamonds. As for the thumb-sized diamonds, there are [-] diamonds in total. If there are other smaller ones, it will cause some headaches for everyone in Sharon.

This chandelier must be taken away, brought to Paradise Island, and placed in the hall dedicated to foreign reception.

How could this kind of showing off be taken by this bloody Mandela?
Of course, the British butler was not of an ordinary level in observing words and expressions, and immediately led Sharon around Mandela's private mansion quietly. Although it was late at night, the whole mansion was brightly lit, Sharon Walking around with this butler this time, it really seems to have entered a beautiful and luxurious maze.

Mandela's mansion can be called a palace.

Not to mention the beauty of the outside, but to talk about the interior space, in a word, whichever material is the most luxurious, in short, use whatever material.

Not to mention the natural fur stalls of pure wild and endangered animals on the ground, but all the doors and gates in the entire palace, what are they made of?

ivory! !
Yes, the door is completely polished out of ivory one by one.

After wandering around, the British butler brought the three of Sharon to the top-level guest room specially arranged for them. The entire room available to them was more than 500 square meters. On the second-floor rooftop, there was a huge swimming pool.

In the African desert, there is such a swimming pool that provides hot and cold water, which is simply the supreme enjoyment.

The three of Xia Long were not polite at the moment. Even Xia Long was tired from the turbulent journey. The three of them had a comfortable bath. At just the right time, there was a slight but audible knock at the door. door noise.

Da Zhang went to open the door. It was still the British butler. The old man had changed into a black tuxedo and a snow-white bow tie around his neck. He looked like a European nobleman.

"Dear sir, supper is ready,"

As the old housekeeper spoke, two young black women of extremely tall and excellent stature walked in gently, pushing a dining car.

The dining car was covered with silver lids and an ice bucket with a bottle of red wine in it.

The butler obviously knew that the three of Xia Long would not let them stay and serve, so he retreated tactfully, without giving people the slightest sense of abruptness. He really deserved to be a British butler.

"Boss, this Mandela is simply a local emperor! Look at what he prepared for us to eat."

As Da Zhang spoke, he lifted one of the covers, and he was stunned for a moment.

"What is this?"

Xia Long and Da Zhang went up to have a look, and the three of them sighed at the same time.

luxury!

Xia Long couldn't help but sighed: "This Mandela really knows how to enjoy it, and he even prepared a French meal! Hehe, it's interesting."

The three of them were not polite, they just ate and drank all the food and drinks that were delivered, and then fell asleep. Xia Long woke up around eight o'clock the next morning, but Da Zhang and Er Zhang were already ready. Long tidied up, and at the right time, the British butler came to invite Xia Long to have breakfast with Mandela.

Naturally, Da Zhang and Er Zhang would not follow all the time. The butler here naturally had arrangements. Xia Long came to Mandela's restaurant, the two exchanged a few words, and then began to have breakfast.

The breakfast was also very rich. Mandela obviously invited several chefs. The breakfast was very good, and there was still red wine, and this Mandela seemed to have become a real noble person in a civilized society at this time, Bin polite.

After breakfast, Mandela picked up the wine glass and took a sip, then said to Xia Long with a smile: "Dear Xia, how do you feel about my place?"

Xia Long smiled and nodded: "Very good, it is a luxury to have such a palace in this place."

Mandela laughed: "Really? I am on my territory, and there are several palaces like this. I have lived here for the past two years, because the diamond mines here are in the period of high yield!"

Sharon couldn't help but twitch in his heart.

How many more?
Damn.

Although Mandela was smiling, there was a playful expression in his eyes, staring at Sharon intentionally or unintentionally.

That look is like a lion playing with its prey when it is full.

Xia Long smiled inwardly, he knew that this guy was still guarding himself.

Be on guard or not, it has nothing to do with Xia Long. There are no supernatural beings around Mandela, and naturally he cannot pose any threat to Xia Long, but in order not to make things too big, Xia Long is still prepared step by step.

Not to mention anything else, the German special battalion must get started, and those diamonds.

After probing a few more intentionally or unintentionally, Mandela got straight to the point. He looked at Xia Long and said slowly: "Xia, I heard that you are willing to pay double the price to buy the diamond in my hand, and ...I heard that you are planning to buy some powerful fighters at a price of 500 million yuan per person, right?"

Sharon's heart skipped a beat.

Buying diamonds is naturally not a problem, but the news about buying mercenaries by oneself can reach here so quickly. It seems that this Mandela is not easy!

As expected of the head of the first mercenary regiment in Africa, it seems that this guy doesn't just rely on the German special battalion.

Xia Long sighed directly: "Yes, Commander Mandela, I need some strong guards! And African mercenaries, they are strong and loyal, so they are naturally my best guards! You know , I plan to do business in Africa for a long time! I always need a group of local people to protect me!"

"How many people do you need?"

Mandela asked Sharon directly.

Xia Long was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Could it be that you are willing to give up the fighters in your hands to me? Of course, not many, about a hundred will do."

Mandela thought for a while: "One hundred? This is not a problem, but my fighters are all real elites, so the price of 500 million..."

Xia Long was smiling, but he was cursing in his heart.

This damned bastard actually wanted to open his mouth to the lion?
500 million yuan is already a sky-high price. You can buy one in Cairo for [-] US dollars. Does this bastard really think he is a fat sheep?

(End of this chapter)