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About half an hour later, the vehicle slowly stopped at the entrance of a hotel.
Zhao Qiang looked at Zhang Feng and said with some embarrassment: "Brother Feng, I should have picked you up in a better place, but the situation here is like this now, and you have seen it, so..."
Zhang Feng didn't let him continue. He patted him on the shoulder and interrupted: "Er Qiangzi, do you think I care about those people? We have known each other since we were children. What kind of person am I? You still Don’t understand?”
After greeting Zhai Qiang and Mike, who were confused by the heat, everyone walked into the restaurant.
What makes Zhang Feng a little happy is that this restaurant is actually owned by a Chinese! When the boss saw that Zhang Feng and Zhai Qiang were both from China, he wiped his hands with his apron and said with a smile: "Come from China?"
Zhang Feng nodded and said with a smile: "Well, I just came from China."
"Uncle Liu, there will be plenty of opportunities to reminisce about old times in the future. Let's make some special dishes first. My brother Feng and the others just got off the plane." Zhao Qiang sat down swaggeringly and said.
"Okay." The middle-aged man known as Uncle Liu agreed and walked towards the kitchen.
Zhang Feng noticed that although Zhao Qiang called the middle-aged man Uncle Liu, there was a slight fear in his eyes when he looked at Zhao Qiang.
Put down the questions in your mind and sit down.
Soon, relatively authentic Chinese dishes were served one after another.
Zhang Feng, Zhai Qiang and others were already hungry, their chests pressed against their backs. When the food came, no one showed any pretense, they all ate it with their cheeks open.
While eating, Zhang Feng raised his head and looked at Zhao Qiang and said, "Er Qiangzi, where are the brothers who came with you?"
"them?"
Zhao Qiang said: "They have gone back. Now this is my territory. No one will come to make trouble, so they don't have to follow."
Zhang Feng nodded, but didn't say anything more.
After eating, Zhao Qiang had no intention of paying. The owner of the hotel, Uncle Liu, did not ask for any money and sent Zhang Feng and others out of the hotel with great respect.
Zhang Feng's brows furrowed deeper and deeper.
Zhao Qiang didn't notice the change on Zhang Feng's face and boasted: "Brother Feng, tell me everything you need for food and clothing. In this area, we don't even have to spend money. We can get whatever we want."
After hearing his words, Zhang Feng's face became increasingly gloomy.
Zhao Qiang drove into a large yard. The only building in the yard was a dilapidated two-story building, which was temporarily sheltered from the wind and rain.
There were six or seven black people in the yard, all barefoot, squatting around a big black pot. Each of them had a spoon in his hand, scooping out the dark, sticky food from the pot and putting it into his mouth.
When these black people saw Zhao Qiang walking in, they immediately stood up, bowed their heads slightly and greeted him respectfully.
Although Zhang Feng couldn't understand what they said, he guessed from their attitudes and tone that they were nothing more than "boss, big brother".
After Zhao Qiang said a few words casually, the black men squatted down around the big pot again and started eating.
Following him into the second-floor house, Zhang Feng turned to Zhai Qiang and Mike who were following him and said, "You two find a place to rest first, and reverse the jet lag as soon as possible!"
Zhai Qiang and Mike both nodded and walked towards the second floor.
When Zhai Qiang left, his eyes stayed on Zhang Feng's face, and he glanced at Zhao Qiang with deep meaning.
After the two of them went upstairs, Zhang Feng said to Zhao Qiang: "Er Qiangzi, let's have a good chat."
"Okay, Brother Feng, you don't know that I miss you all the time." Zhao Qiang reacted slowly and did not hear Zhang Feng's tone.
The two people sat opposite each other. Zhang Feng took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, held it in his mouth, took two puffs, and said, "Er Qiangzi, what is your source of income now?"
When it came to this issue, Zhao Qiang was a little embarrassed to speak. After a slight hesitation, he still said: "The source of income is the protection fees from nearby merchants. They pay, and I protect their safety!"
It was similar to what he expected. Zhang Feng nodded and continued: "What are the origins of the people outside?"
"You mean those black people? They all have no food to eat. I feed them, give them some money, and then they work for me." Now that he has spoken, Zhao Qiang has nothing to hide.
"Er Qiangzi, tell me the truth, don't you just want to hang out like this?" Zhang Feng put out the butt of the cigarette and said solemnly.
"well."
Zhao Qiang sighed and said: "Brother Feng, I don't want to either! But there is nothing we can do
Law, I need money but no money, I need people but no people, I need weapons but no weapons, what do you think I can do? "
Zhang Feng laughed twice, slapped Zhao Qiang on the head, and scolded with a smile: "Look at how stupid you are. You didn't even starve to death when you were a child, and now you So unambitious?"
"I'm here to bring money this time. If you have money, why don't you worry about weapons? Africa may be short of everything, but how can it still be short of people?"
Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Zhao Qiang's eyes also lit up and said: "Really? Brother Feng, you should have told me earlier."
"However, no matter what you do, there must be a premise! You can't forget that you are a human being, and you can't forget that you are a Chinese! From now on, we in China will not charge protection fees for business transactions, especially for small businesses like Uncle Liu ." Zhang Feng said.
"Okay! Brother Feng. I just muddle along before, but now that you're here, I'll do whatever you say!" Zhao Qiang promised, patting his chest loudly.
Seeing him like this, he smiled helplessly and said: "Er Qiangzi, prepare some daily necessities for the three of us, and a computer! A local mobile phone card!"
"Okay, I'll do it now." Zhao Qiang stood up angrily and walked outside.
He walked out of the room, and Zhai Qiang walked down the stairs, rubbing his sore head.
Zhang Feng lit a cigarette again and started smoking slowly. Now things were more difficult than he imagined.
I originally thought that Erqiangzi would have some power and some wealth when the time came. Now it seems that he is nothing more than a small gangster who makes a living by collecting protection money.
Seeing Zhai Qiang coming down, Zhang Feng said, "Aren't you asleep?"
"Can't sleep." Zhai Qiang sat down where Zhao Qiang had just been, took a cigarette from Zhang Feng's hand, took out one, lit it, and started smoking slowly.
"What are your thoughts? Now we are all starting from scratch. Young Master Zhai now regrets being kidnapped by me and brought to this place where he would have to shit." Zhang Feng sneered.
Zhai Qiang shook his head and said: "I regret so much that I can't even talk about it. It's just that this place is worse than I imagined. And you are wrong in one sentence. We don't start from scratch. At least you have at least 10 to 20 million in your hands. I still have some money here." There are 30 million, this money is our largest capital now.”