Big Islander 2

Chapter 528 Missing
Tents were set up in Qingqing Town, and in front of the tents were sitting in small groups of indigenous people, drinking in large bowls and eating large pieces of meat.Tents, food, and other supplies are provided by the South African government, and Qingqing Grassland is actually only responsible for providing venues and services.

Under the tall acacia tree at the head of the village, Tang Jide also sat on the ground, holding a roast leg of lamb in his left hand, and a wine bowl in his right hand, tearing a piece of meat, drinking a sip of wine, dripping freely.

Some people can't sit still after eating and drinking, expressing the joy in their hearts by dancing and dancing.For a while, the group of demons danced wildly, and dances of various styles came up.After sobering up, Brother Big Tou also joined them, and he didn't lie down on the grassland drunk until the moon was in the sky.

This scene naturally fell into the eyes of the soldiers in charge of the guards, and they shook their heads again and again: the indigenous conference, is it just a gathering of eating and drinking? guys.

Even Torres was a little puzzled. Based on his understanding of Tang Jide, although the owner of Datou Island appeared to be dissolute, he actually acted quite methodically and did not act foolishly. What kind of tricks, some problems, such as poverty and hunger in Africa, are fundamentally global problems, and governments of various countries cannot solve them. Can we still count on these indigenous people?
But where his duty lies, he can only watch the natives messing around, hoping that these guys will be safe and don't make any mistakes, so that he can complete the task safely, then thank God.

The only thing that pleased Torres was that Miss Joanna came to him early the next morning and asked to send her back to her father.Being able to complete this task, Torres was a little overjoyed, and quickly called a helicopter to send the lady away.

Even though he was full of disdain for the indigenous conference, Torres was very pleased that Miss Qiao Nana was able to learn from Tang Jide as a teacher, and he also had a little bit of envy.From the outside, Miss can be described as amazing now, and she also has that kind of irresistible affinity, even if she participates in the Miss World election, she will definitely win the championship.This change is obviously related to her incomprehensible master.

Furthermore, Torres also heard the lady talk about setting up a pharmaceutical factory, and the products produced are unique in the world. Miss of his family.

And all of this originated from the island owner of Peach Blossom Island.Therefore, even though he had some complaints about the indigenous assembly, Torres did not dare to be contemptuous of Tang Jide, and performed his duties very faithfully. He led the soldiers and set up guard posts around Qingqing Town and Qingqing Grassland to ensure safety. .

They were accompanied by several groups of small town residents, who were responsible for welcoming the participants who came from afar.So, Torres and the others also opened their eyes and were fortunate enough to see all kinds of aborigines: Indians from afar, with feathers on their heads, like valiant eagles; there are also Inuit from the North Pole, wearing leather clothes , Even if you are almost dizzy from the heat, you will not take it off.

There are even more indigenous peoples in Africa, including the tall Maasai, the short San, the ones with condoms on their waists, and some with plates on their mouths... Even if they have been living in Africa It is the first time for the residents and many aborigines to see it.

These natives rushed over from all directions and gathered towards the green grassland, as if they were on a pilgrimage.Some of them set off a few months ago and walked all the way here from the Sahara Desert; some came from the savannah and risked being chased by lions and cheetahs—it was hard for Torres to understand, they came all the way Is it just for eating and drinking here?
As a modern soldier, Torres could not understand the feelings of an aboriginal, let alone their desire for food.Of course, it’s not for these few full meals, but when Friday invited them, he made a promise: If you want your tribe’s cattle and sheep to be everywhere, and if you want to harvest food on the dry land, then you come to Qingqing Grassland Bar.

Speaking of Friday, this guy has been walking on the African continent for so many years, and his word of mouth is still good. Therefore, the chiefs or wizards of each tribe trekked thousands of miles to the Qingqing Grassland, just because the Qingqing Grassland gave them hope.

In the next ten days or so, Qingqing Grassland has gathered five or six thousand indigenous people from Australia, America, Africa, and islands—they gathered here from all corners of the world, so much so that the organizers felt that Alexander, if this is called They eat and drink here for half a year, and it is estimated that the South African government must go bankrupt.

Therefore, President Zuma, who has never shown up, finally came. His arrival also heralded the opening of the second indigenous conference.

But Tang Jide was not in a hurry, he smiled and comforted Mr. President: "You can just take out a big diamond, it will be enough for us to eat for half a year, besides, there are important guests who will arrive tomorrow, so we have to wait for someone to come Qi."

"Is the time for the meeting still undecided?" Mr. President was a little confused. This is too out of character. Could it be that the constitution and agenda of the meeting have not been determined yet?

Mr. President suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. After all, this indigenous conference still attracted worldwide attention. If it really turned into a pure eating and drinking conference, it would be ridiculous, and even the country he represented would be ridiculed by the whole world.

Tang Jide heyed a few times: "It will be done sooner or later. Anyway, according to the experience last time, it's a mess. Don't think about it in a month."

It really didn't make sense——in a fit of anger, Mr. President directly asked the owner of the Big Head Island for a small pill to make up for the trauma in his heart.As a result, Tang Jide thought he was spending too much, so he directly refused.Mr. President was so angry that his black face turned purple, so he just flicked his sleeves and went to Daxing. Maybe Vasili still has some in stock. That orangutan is much more sensible than Datou.

In fact, Brother Datou is really doing his best. He is so old and doesn't know how to take it easy. The body is the capital of the revolution.

The next day, the aborigines continued to roam the green grassland carefree, eating when they were hungry and sleeping when they were tired.However, with the arrival of a person, most of the natives gathered together to worship that respectable old man.

It is naturally Mr. Mandela, the pride and spiritual leader of the African people, who can have such a great influence.Although after taking the purple widow, the old man got rid of the entanglement of the serious illness, but after all, he is too old and his physical function declines. This is an irreversible natural law, so he walks tremblingly. When they greeted them, their arms were also slightly stiff.

The natives greeted this venerable old man with the warmest cheers, and even Mr. President was convinced: In order to wait for Mr. Founder of the Nation, it is no big deal to hold the meeting one day late. Mr. Mr. Nation’s Father has this qualification.

Similarly, the soldiers headed by Torres also joined the cheering ranks and paid tribute to the heroes in their hearts.They never expected that such a high-level meeting would be attended by such heavyweights.

Some aborigine made a garland and put it around the old man's neck. With the support of his daughter, the father of the country walked through the enthusiastic crowd, and everyone greeted the old man with their sincere smiles.This kind of admiration from the heart is definitely not something you can get with money and status. This is the charm of personality.

Tang Jide also felt the greatness of this charm. He greeted the old man with a smile, hugged the old man gently, and helped him comb his body in a very short time.For such a national treasure-level figure, or even a world-class figure, it is a blessing for the world to live one more day.

Sensing the changes in his body, the father of the country nodded to Tang Jide with his sincere smile, without saying anything.

"Don, can we start now?" Mr. President was very disturbed. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to reach the height of Mr. Founder of the Nation. Although this is disappointing, it is indeed an indisputable fact.Since the facts cannot be changed, let's do what is in front of us.He didn't know that right now there was such an opportunity that would allow him to get infinitely close to that old man.

Tang Jide scratched the back of his head: "Wait a minute, there are still people coming—"

Mr. President is angry: Who else can have this qualification except Mr. Father of the Nation?
On the second day, after a private plane landed at the small airport in Qingqing Grassland, seeing Queen Elizabeth II stepping off the plane, the anger in Mr. President’s heart immediately flew to the sky, because South Africa also belongs to the British federal state.

With the support of her granddaughter Princess England, Her Majesty the Queen slowly stepped off the plane with a kind and graceful smile on her face. She was so radiant. Although time took away her youth and beauty, she could not take away her charm.

It was only then that Tang Jide realized that when people are old, they also have their own unique temperament. Perhaps, this is the spiritual charm they have accumulated throughout their lives. Mandela is like this, and so is Her Majesty the Queen.

At this time, Mr. President is finally completely relieved: everyone who should come must have come, let's hold a meeting——

But when he asked Tang Jide for advice, he was disappointed again. Tang Jide looked at the long list in his hand for a long time: "It seems that there is still one short."

Mr. President can't figure it out. Who has such great influence, can it surpass Mr. Founder and Her Majesty the Queen?
So he went up to look at the list in Tang Jide's hand, saw the name "Hatch" written on it, and couldn't help asking: "Who is this Hatch?"

Tang Jide scratched the back of his head: "It's the leader of the San people who live in the Kalahari Desert. It stands to reason that he should have arrived long ago?"

Mr. President almost turned his back angrily: "Tang, you mean we have thousands of people here, and we are just waiting for him, the leader of a small tribe with dozens of people?"

What responded to him was Tang Datou's hehe: "Mr. President, do you know where your gap is, because until now, you haven't really understood what equality is—"

(End of this chapter)