Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

A simple summary is two words: a bit wretched.

But she didn't really care much.

Bai Ou felt that as long as he did a good job in a down-to-earth manner, there would be no problem if he didn't participate or contact others.

Hearing what she said, Manager Huang showed some satisfaction, and said: "It just so happens that a new order from the group company has been sent to us. It is an energy company in Sussili, and you are responsible for following it."

As he spoke, he picked up a blue folder at hand and pushed it forward, but not very far.

White Gull hastily reached out to grab it.

Unexpectedly, just as she stretched out her white and tender little hand, Manager Huang's fat palm had already reached out, patted the back of her hand twice, and said kindly, "Little Bai, do a good job."

The white gull blushed, and his heart jumped.

She picked up the folder, but saw that Manager Huang had withdrawn his hand and was sitting upright, looking like a kind elder.

For a moment, Bai Gu couldn't tell if she was thinking too much, she hurriedly bid farewell to Manager Huang, and retreated as if running away.

Manager Huang stared at the back of the white gull, raised his finger, rubbed it to the tip of his nose, and smelled it, an intoxicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Bai Gu went back to his desk, opened the folder and looked through it first, planning to familiarize himself with the other company's information first.

All she knew was that Sausili was a small country in Northeast Africa. The most famous thing was not resources or specialties, but pirates.

Baiou has even started to make up a big drama in his head: a certain pirate tycoon has spent many years fighting in the sea and accumulating a lot of wealth, and finally washes his hands and goes ashore to wash his hands, wins over some politicians, and starts to become an energy oligarch... …

It's just that she still doesn't know when Suoxili started to drill oil.

However, when she saw the name of the other party's company, the drama in her mind suddenly went in a strange direction...

Zhenhua Energy Trading Company...

What the hell is a company from the country of Sossili!

After finding the contact information of the person in charge of the other party in Sussili, White Gull was full of black lines again.

Contact: Li Yiman (Assistant General Manager)

Contact number: 189******00 (same number on WeChat)

Domestic numbers are okay!

What's more, wechat with the same number.

Giving up the weird thoughts in his head, Bai Gu immediately added the other party's WeChat friend.

After making a note, the other party quickly passed.

Bai Gu explained his identity to the other party through the computer version of WeChat, and at the same time clicked on the other party's circle of friends with his mobile phone.

Because the other party is also a girl, of course, she may also be an aunt, so Bai Ou is still more interested.

I want to see what life is like in Sosili.

However, apart from the sea in the other party's circle of friends, there are only boats.

Or it's a bazooka and a submachine gun.

However, Li Yiman wrote two words on all the photos of rocket launchers and submachine guns: foreign imitation toys.

After searching for a long time, Bai Gu finally found a full-face photo of him wearing camouflage and carrying a mortar on his shoulder.

It's just that the face has been coded.

Bai Gull immediately became interested, and activated his detective skills, zoomed in on the photo, and found a small piece of neck skin exposed under the opponent's mosaic.

Without any filter and beauty blessing, the skin is still fair and tight, so she should not be an aunt.

And looks good too.

At least the crotch of the camouflage suit is raised high, and the belt is also tied high, reflecting the long legs.

After discovering some clues, the heart of gossip was satisfied, Detective Bai smiled in satisfaction, and when he looked up, he realized that the other party had sent a series of messages.

"Help receive a batch of building materials?" Bai Gu scratched his head.

But when I learned that she didn't need someone to load and unload the goods, she just needed to check and sign for it.

Thinking about when the crude oil was unloaded, I would have to watch it anyway, so it was just a matter of helping out, so I replied with an "OK" expression.

……

Zhang Ga, who was presiding over the relocation, received a reply from Li Yiman, saying that the arrangements had been made.

He sent a red envelope of 888 to Li Yiman to express his gratitude.

The other party was not hypocritical, so he accepted it happily.

I watched the people of the Avaru tribe move to this valley with their families through that path.

Simple supplies and materials were piled up in different categories according to the route he had imagined and planned before, and everything was in order, so he couldn't help nodding slightly.

At this time, Sang Biao's voice came from the intercom: "General, we caught two people at the entrance of the valley, do you want to kill them?"

Zhang Ga was taken aback, pressed the intercom and said, "Bring me for interrogation."

After putting down the walkie-talkie, Zhang Ga couldn't help but think: Sangbiao is a bit reckless, I need to educate him about the international captive treaty when I have time.

After all, if you want to become bigger and stronger, you still have to abide by the basic order.

Ten minutes later, Sang Biao and two overcoat brothers escorted a man and a woman to Zhang Ga.

At first Zhang Ga thought he was from Kamash or the Mob Legion again, but he knew he was wrong when he saw it.

These two people are definitely not locals, let alone members of the mob army.

The man was a black brother, and he kept yelling in English with an angry expression on his face: "Give me back my video camera!"

The woman is calmer, she is a blond foreign woman with delicate face, tall and bumpy figure...

Cough, no, judging from Chief Karma's experience, these two people seem to be reporters.

Chapter 11 Two Reporters

Flanders News Times Company.

Odina, special correspondent of the International Department.

Photojournalist Denis.

After briefly interrogating a few questions, the female reporter Odina also gave a brief answer.

Zhang Ga nodded. Fortunately, this girl didn't protest the above topics of "human rights" and "freedom" with him as soon as she came up. Otherwise, even if Sangbiao could bear it, he might not be able to bear it himself.

The other party is also very good. They can answer whatever they ask, and they don't have long lectures like arrogant lectures.

Zhang Ga then asked: "Then what are you doing in my tribe?"

Odina said calmly: "The war is breaking out in Garland, and it is my job to report the real situation here, isn't it?"

Zhang Ga said with a smile: "Then you should go directly to the capital, where the current war is mainly concentrated."

Odina shook her head and said: "We have other colleagues in Garland City, and I am more concerned about the living conditions of civilians than high-level politics.

"Armed forces from the 'thug' group are stationed in the mountains of the northeast, and we want to make sure they don't do anything against civilians."

When Odina spoke, there was still hope in her heart.

She felt that the chief with an East Asian face did not seem to be as barbaric and rude as in the legend, but rather a gentleman.

Therefore, he was already thinking about convincing the chief to provide him with some help.

Zhang Ga didn't know what this female reporter was thinking, only that she was too naive.

And if you think about it carefully, it's actually a bit hypocritical without knowing it.

Can you ensure that the terrorist organization does something humanitarian?

What is a terrorist organization?

Can those who abide by humanitarianism still be called terrorist organizations?

If you have time to find terrorist organizations to spread the truth, you might as well write more articles and call on the ZF in developed countries to send troops to wipe out these terrorist organizations.

Then send some money to poor countries to improve the lives of poor people.

Chief Ga held his chin and thought about whether to drive these two people away.

These two are stunned, it's useless to stay.

But when he saw the photojournalist Denis, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I also promised the fans of Perak and Perak before that I would make some videos for them to watch. Doesn't this just happen to have a ready-made labor force?

You can't be a majestic chief and a great sage, but you have to shoot materials and edit videos yourself, right?

So the little black Godney got a new job - taking pictures with Chief Karma's spare mobile phone.

The Kar chief also promised to give him two meals a day in rations.

This is the same treatment as all tribal people. Even Zhang Ga himself has two meals a day, but he is not used to eating breakfast.

The beautiful reporter who seemed to be in better condition was offered two options:

1. Carrying wood and bricks with other women in the tribe to build a house, the tribe also provides her with two meals a day.

2. Volunteering to be detained without doing anything, the tribe provided her with one meal a day out of humanitarianism.

And this meal will be deducted from the ration of Little Heigedney.

Odina gritted her silver teeth tightly, staring at Zhang Ga with a pair of beautiful eyes, almost bursting into flames.

It is impossible for her to do nothing, and she has to share the rations of her colleagues, so in fact, she has no choice at all!

"I'll take the first one!" she said through gritted teeth.

Zhang Ga applauded: "Very good. Those who are willing to fight for their own survival are worthy of respect. Now go to work!"

Just at this time, Old Hassan and Hadidi came over, and Zhang Ga talked about this matter, and the two had no objections.

The principle of distribution within the tribe is the most primitive fair distribution. Everyone has to work, and everyone has two meals a day. Chiefs and elders are no exception.

So, as long as these two people are willing to work, anyway, the tribe is also absorbing population and expanding its power. Who is it not to absorb?

Now that Hadidi has completely assumed the role of the new tribal elder, he pointed to Deni's back and said: "This kid looks very strong. I want him to marry Guinan. Guinan's husband last month died, but they had four children in three years..."

Hadidi babbled there, saying that Guinan's ass can produce a lot, which is very important for the growth of the tribe's population.

The little black brother is in good health and can bring some good fresh blood to the tribe.

Old Hassan also nodded in agreement, and said, "It's not bad, but it's a pity that this kid is too dark."

These two don't regard people as reproductive machines, but primitive productivity, which determines the culture of the tribe, and naturally pursues population growth.

Both men and women have a great sense of responsibility to reproduce and grow the group.

The topic quickly shifted from Denis to Odina.

Hadidi pinched his chin and commented: "No, she is too white and thin, no young people will fall in love with her, so she can only work."

Old Hassan agreed with Hadidi's opinion again, saying: "Observe and observe first, stay if you can do it, send it away if you can't do it."

Zhang Ga wanted to laugh a little, watching from a distance that Odina joined the group of local women, and was assigned by an elderly mother-in-law to the brick-moving team, where a pair of two labored to move the stones.

Little Black Goldney held up his mobile phone, kept shooting around, and gestured in the air with his hands from time to time, as if looking for a better shooting angle.

What is professionalism!

Zhang Ga no longer cared about the two outsiders, and asked Old Hassan and Hadidi, "Do you know what minerals are nearby?"

Now it will take more than ten days to complete the transaction of selling oil, so the prospecting is first.

Although the current funds are limited, it remains to be seen whether it will spend 2000 million to build an ore refinery, but this thing is a long-term source of income after all.

And many technologies must have an ore refinery as a prerequisite.

All production buildings in the mid-term must rely on mines to be unlocked.

So you still have to prepare in advance.

Unexpectedly, Hadidi shook his head and said: "There are no minerals nearby, only barren hills. A few white-skinned geologists came to our place the year before last and wandered around the mountains for several months, but found nothing."

Old Hassan also said that there was indeed such a thing.

There was another time more than ten years ago, and the staff was even larger, with hundreds of people.