Diary of the life of a working wizard

The mine was a copper mine and was quite large. Uba was aware of the disputes involved. Although he felt a little unhappy when George insisted that it was his grandfather's mine, Uba was unwilling to offend George at this time. Besides, the mine belonged to the Luta tribe, not his Mojiti tribe, and the Luta tribe's partner was Chinese. Uba was not happy, but he was happy to be a favor.

"The private property of the British is sacred and inviolable. This is clearly stipulated by law. How can Chief Luta collude with the Chinese to mine without your consent? Don't worry, Mr. George, I will send someone to deal with it tomorrow." King Ba said.

Although the Owensuk tribe is now powerful, the Mojiti tribe in Kabin Province is still the well-deserved overlord. King Uba said this with absolute domineering power.

"The king is indeed a sensible king. If you had been the president of Agia, this ridiculous thing would not have happened." George knew that the African king liked to be praised, so he said so when he got his wish. He gave him a pat.

When King Uba saw George saying this, he was so happy that he burst out laughing.

In the Luta tribe, under the starry sky, Fang Zibai stood on a peak of about 500 meters, looking at the hills at his feet, and he couldn't help feeling filled with pride.

Just today, he finally led the Agia Overseas Department of Weida Company to develop the project to the Luta tribe in Kabine Province. Prior to this, Weida Company's projects had been spread across northern Algeria, including the capital, Roambu. However, the south has always been an area where it is difficult for Weida Company to develop. Today, through the efforts of all staff of Weida Company’s Algeria Overseas Department, Weida Company’s project has finally been developed to the Kabine Province in southern Algeria.

The large area of ​​mines under their feet is the result of their unremitting efforts. Of course, today's success is inseparable from the strong support of Balu, the great native king of the Owensuk tribe, and the current president of Algeria, Diad Santos.

"Tomorrow there will be a lively scene here again." Fang Zibai looked down, with longing in his eyes.

The rapid development of Weida Company in Algeria in the past two years has brought the company huge profits. It has also brought Fang Zibai, the great hero, high wages and huge bonuses that were unimaginable before. Therefore, whether it is for the company or for himself, Fang Zibai is enthusiastic about developing Weida Company's projects to every province in Algeria as soon as possible.

"Mr. Fang, this is Kabin Province, which is the sphere of influence of the Mojiti tribe. The Mojiti tribe has always been at odds with the Owensuk tribe. Now that we are mining here, I think King Uba will be unhappy. If he is unhappy, he will send troops over. Once he sends troops over, I'm afraid our mine won't be able to open." Seeing Fang Zibai's arrogant look, Fang Zibai's driver Eminem once said that he could beat several Xia Yunjies by himself. The black man couldn't help but reminded worriedly.

"This is a legal transaction carried out by the Luta tribe and I in strict accordance with the law, and with the support of your central government, does King Uba want to rebel? Does he dare to send troops? Besides, we are Chinese, does King Uba Do you dare to blatantly infringe on the private property of our Chinese enterprises?" Fang Zibai replied disapprovingly.

Before coming here, Fang Zibai certainly knew that Kabine Province was the sphere of influence of the Mojiti tribe, but in the past two years, with the support of King Balu and President Diad, Fang Zibai's projects in Algeria have been carried out smoothly. , naturally it is inevitable to look down upon King Uba, thinking that as long as his business is legal and has the dual support of the Algerian government and the Chinese government, King Uba will not dare to use force against Weida Company easily.

You know, the Weida Company at this time is no longer the Weida Company of the past.

"But King Uba has the support of the British." Ammu said hesitantly, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

After ruling Algeria for many years, Britain is still very powerful in the hearts of the Algerian people. At least from the fear in Eminem's eyes, it is not difficult to see that he thinks Britain is more powerful than China.

"Don't worry, Eminem, things are different now. You, the people of Agia, are in charge of Agia now. Even if King Uba has the support of the British, can the British still send troops as before? And we And with the support of President Diad, King Uba would not dare to send troops easily." Fang Zibai, who was full of pride and self-confidence, could not listen to Eminem's reminder.

After hearing this, Eminem hesitated for a moment, and finally did not give any more advice.

Although he did not completely agree with Fang Zibai's words, the power of the Tuwang in Agia sometimes overrode the government, but he could not give a reason for his objection. After all, there was King Balu behind Weida Company. With the support of His Excellency the President, I think King Uba should still be wary of him.

Xia Yunjie spent a night in the most luxurious room in Brad's palace. The next morning, after Xia Yunjie enjoyed a sumptuous breakfast accompanied by Brad, he boarded the Sea King military helicopter that had been waiting on the palace apron.

The Heavenly Fire Holy Dragon nests in the Holy Mountain one hundred and fifty kilometers away from Lunago City all year round. It was an active volcano that was still smoking.

Although the roads in the urban area of ​​Lunago City are spacious and flat, the conditions of the roads around it are not to be flattered, so Brad naturally had to arrange a helicopter to avoid the bumpy journey of more than 100 kilometers.

Accompanying them were two other military helicopters. Their role on the surface seemed to be to protect the Duke and his distinguished guests, but in fact they were just to prevent the Duke and his distinguished guests from unnecessary disturbance.

With the abilities of the Duke and Xia Yunjie, why do they need any protection?

The helicopter flew over the African land, and the yellow sand, green oases, and wild animals seen from time to time, including black-skinned shepherds walking in the dust, formed a very authentic African picture.

As the helicopter drove all the way south, a sudden burst of gunfire suddenly rang out in a village in the mountains and forests below.

Xia Yunjie looked down and saw hundreds of shirtless black men holding guns surrounding the village. Many of them pointed their guns into the sky and fired randomly.

"I wonder which local king is using force again?" Seeing this, Xia Yunjie couldn't help but think of the time when he and Su Zhiyan were eating in a hotel, and the son of the chief of the Sayo tribe suddenly mobilized troops to surround the hotel, and shook his head secretly.

He still hates the rough behavior of King Ajia, but this is Ajia, and he will not meddle in others' business.

Brad was also unwilling to meddle in other people's business. When he saw this, he smiled and said to Xia Yunjie: "Mr. Their laws and governments are sometimes just decorations in front of some powerful earth kings.

Xia Yunjie nodded in agreement. What happened in Remalan City last time was still fresh in his memory. Although Balu was furious because of him that time and sent a large force to arrest the chief of the Sayo tribe and his son, he had to admit that it was actually a very brutal and barbaric thing that violated the law. regulatory behavior.

While Brad and Xia Yunjie were talking, the military helicopter began to deviate from the direction of the village. Obviously the pilot did not want the helicopter to be shot by those blind bullets and disturb Duke Brad and his distinguished guests.

But just when the military helicopter deviated from the direction of the village, Xia Yunjie suddenly changed his expression, a cold light flashed in his eyes and said: "Go to the village in front."

"But sir, those barbarians are shooting randomly with guns. It's dangerous to go there." The driver said with a confused face.

"But if you don't go over there now, I will shoot your head off with a gun right now." Seeing that the driver was going against his master's wishes, Brad immediately said with a sullen face and a cold voice.

The pilot was a veteran of the Royal Air Force trained by the Stuart family. Naturally, he knew that His Highness the Duke’s words were not a joke. He was so frightened that he couldn’t help but tremble all over. He hurriedly said: “It’s Your Highness the Duke, I’ll go right away. Over there in the village.”

"Remember, Mr. Xia's order is my order. If there is a next time, just put a gun to your head and turn the wrench." Brad said.

"Yes, Your Highness the Duke," the driver replied with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Brad, forget it, what this pilot said is true. But don't worry, pilot, even if there are intercontinental nuclear missiles launching at your helicopter below, there won't be any danger with me here. "Xia Yunjie saw the driver's pitiful appearance covered in cold sweat and couldn't help but patted Brad on the shoulder and said calmly

"It's the distinguished Mr. Xia." This time the driver was smarter. He immediately sat upright and replied, although he thought Xia Yunjie was bragging.

Or an intercontinental nuclear missile, a grenade can make the helicopter go to see God with him

When the helicopter flew over the village, the battle was over.

In fact, no fighting took place, it was just the hundreds of black people who showed some of their armed strength.

A black man in chief's uniform was talking nice words to a fat black man in military uniform with a smiling face, but the fat black man had a condescending and disdainful expression. Not far away from them, several sun-tanned Chinese and a few blacks were tied up with ropes behind their backs. One of them, who was extraordinarily tall and majestic, was the person in charge of the Weida Company's project in Algeria. Fang Zibai.

He shook his shoulders angrily and yelled, but several black men hit him hard with the butts of their rifles and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Fang, I told you a long time ago that you Chinese can't defeat us Japanese, not before and now." The short and fat Japanese Yamamoto Dairo came forward and squatted lightly. He patted Fang Zibai's face gently and said proudly.