Mute, Tanzania.
Zou Wei stood at the port and looked around, waiting for someone to appear. He is a Tanzanian Chinese who grew up here. Due to his family background, he has learned Chinese, English and local Portuguese since he was a child.
When I grow up, I work as a guide here.
Because of his advantage in mastering the language, his life here is pretty good.
Especially in recent years, many tourists have come here. He is proficient in three languages, can communicate skillfully, and is very familiar with the cultural environment here, and his income is very considerable.
Someone contacted him the day before yesterday and asked him to be a guide. The pay was not low, so he came to the port early this morning to wait.
Suddenly, two Chinese men in suits and ties came out of the port. Zou Weiwei was shocked and immediately smiled and greeted them: "Are these two Mr. Wang and Mr. Zhong?"
"Yes." Wang Hai nodded and looked at Zou Weiwei.
They had read Zou Weicheng's information and knew that he was the guide they had appointed.
"Let me introduce myself. My name is Zou Wei, and I should be the guide you have appointed." Zou Wei extended his hand and shook hands with Wang Hai and Zhong Lei with a smile on his face.
As a guide, he has met countless people from all over the world. These two men felt very special to them, they must be great people.
"Hello, Guide Zou." Wang Hai said.
"I wonder what travel plans you two have?" Zou Wei asked.
"We are here to open a factory. Could you please take us around this place and introduce the surrounding environment." Wang Hai handed him an address.
The address was the land that Zhao Min purchased from Tanzania for the construction of an arsenal base. After two days of official approval from Tanzania, they would start building the factory. At that time, domestic construction companies will undertake the construction, but they must also come to understand the environmental conditions.
The arsenal is a very sensitive enterprise. He and Zhong Lei discussed setting up an armed security team before the construction of the factory to ensure the smooth progress of the factory. After all, the security environment here is not so comfortable.
"Okay, okay, two bosses, please come with me."
Zou Weiwei nodded hurriedly. It turned out to be the big boss who invested in the factory. No wonder, thinking of this, Zou Weiwei became more active.
Wang Hai and Zhong Lei looked at each other, put their suitcases away, and boarded Zou Weiwei's vehicle.
"This location is not far from the port. Can you two tell me what kind of business it is? I have some knowledge of the environment here. Maybe I can also give you a suggestion or two."
"We produce some small machinery, mainly for export." Zhong Lei said.
"Oh, I understand." Zou Weiyi said with a clear look: "Tanzania has a lot of labor and it is very cheap. Foreign-invested minerals and cashew nut processing plants like to hire locals, and the government also encourages it. Foreign investment. If you two build a factory, if you need it, you can come to me. I know where to hire some more diligent workers."
"We'll have to trouble Guide Zou then," Zhong Lei said.
Zou Weiwei smiled and shook his head: "No trouble, my father said, there is an old saying in China: rely on friends when going abroad. Having an acquaintance can save a lot of things."
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The country of Angola.
On a small island in the sea not far from the coast, five people were sitting in a luxurious villa.
Sitting in the first seat is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his fifties or sixties. His hair and beard are gray, his skin is brown, and he is wearing a long black windbreaker. His brown eyes seem to have the power to penetrate people's hearts. His temperament is mixed with a long-term attitude. The majesty of the superior person only wears black-rimmed glasses, but also gives people a sense of wisdom.
Majesty and wisdom coexist.
A cunning wolf king, a crazy careerist, and a desperate hero. This is the impression of him by those who know him.
Lyric, who led the Dolivetz kidnapping case and created the VFV bioterrorism that frightened the world, was sitting quietly on the right hand of the middle-aged man, as obedient as a docile kitten, not daring to talk nonsense.
On the left side of the middle-aged man, there is a blond and white-skinned woman with a black rose tattooed on the left side of her face and cold eyes. She is another deputy of the First Man, codenamed Poison Rose. Even Lyric doesn't know the specific name. He only knows that this woman cannot be messed with.
Opposite the first man were two black men wearing camouflage uniforms and general attire. The general on the left has an old bullet scar on his face and looks a bit ferocious; the general on the right has a beard and is very easy to identify.
If the Angora people saw the two of them, they would definitely know them.
The generals of Angora's two most elite armies, Makani and Mbo, commanded nearly a third of Angora's forces.
In this way, the two commanders of an army were still embarrassed in front of the first man. They understand this man's character. If he accidentally does something wrong, even if they have real power now, they will die.
They are the core members of the organization, and they know very well that the VFV bioterrorism that shocked the world was only arranged by Lyric. The man in front of them just gave an order and did not participate in the process.
This alone will leave an indelible memory of terror to the world.
If this man was really involved, the consequences would probably be even more horrific, with human lives being treated like ants.
"Mr. Reedman, what should we do next?" Makani, who had bullet scars on his face on the left, asked cautiously. Mbo, who was on the right, also looked at him, not daring to relax.
"Seize power." The man in the first seat spoke, his voice full of force and unquestionable majesty.
To him, seizing power seemed a trivial matter. However, his words shocked Makani and Mbo. They knew that such a day would come, but when it actually came, they were still anxious.
If this thing is not done well, their lives will be lost.
"What should we do?" Mbo asked, suppressing his nervousness.
"Diogo will die. He is Vasolun's mortal enemy. At that time, evidence of Vasolun's evil hand will be exposed, which will overthrow Vasolun and support Netu to come to power." Poison Rose took out a photo from her pocket and placed it In front of the two of them: "When will you take action and what plans do you have? Someone will contact you."
"As long as the plan is completed, you will be the leader among tens of thousands of people, control a country, and have whatever you want." Reedman said in an indifferent voice as he picked up the water glass at hand and took a sip.
"Okay." Makani and Mbo nodded hurriedly, with some expectation in their hearts.
The two left, and Reedman took off his glasses, revealing a majestic look that made Lyric next to him nervous.
"How is the development of that thing going? Is it successful?"
"Dolivetz and the researchers are working on it, and there is some progress, but it's hard to say when it will be successful. Do you want to go down and have a look?"
Lyric told the situation honestly, not daring to hide anything.
"No, let me know when that thing is finished." Reedman said leisurely.
"Okay." Lyric nodded.
"Work hard. Our goal is to build a strong country that does not need to be controlled and exploited by Westerners."
"Understood." Leary nodded heavily.
After walking to the roof of the villa and watching Reedman's helicopter leave, Lyric breathed a sigh of relief.
Being around that man, the pressure was not as great as usual. But when he thought about the next step of his plan, Lyric was both looking forward to it and a little scared.
"Sir, can Lyric finish that thing on time?" Poison Rose asked on the plane.
"I don't know. Scientific research may be successful tomorrow, or there may be no progress in ten years." Reedman turned his head and glanced at the villa in the distance, closed his eyes and rested: "The next plan should be clean and neat."
"Understood." Poison Rose nodded.
(End of chapter)