District 9

Jiangzhou Middle Street.

Coco ate the steaming pan-fried buns with satisfaction, shook her head and said, "Oh my God, I really miss this taste so much."

"Isn't it delicious to play chakaraka in the fourth district?" Mingming asked with a smile.

"Can you please stop talking, I'm eating, damn!" Coco really vomited after eating the delicacies in the fourth district. When she thought about it, she felt aggrieved: "Oh, the devil knows what I have done these years. Came here."

Mingming glanced at Coco: "I, a beautiful girl like a flower, have become much older after hanging out with you for so many years. Alas, I suddenly came back here, and I feel like I can't adapt."

"Hey, you will be liberated soon."

"...What do you mean?"

"It's okay, let's find a place to wait for the people sent by Meng Xi." Coco quickened her pace.

An hour later, Coco opened three rooms in a hotel in Jiangzhou, waiting for the person introduced by Meng Xi to show up.

At about 8:30 pm, in the restaurant on the second floor of the hotel, Coco met a man in his forties, who was introduced by Meng Xi.

At the dinner table, Coco asked bluntly: "Did Meng Xi tell you everything?"

"I told you, you want to see Dr. Wang." The man nodded slowly: "Although he is retired, he has a lot of lectures and activities. He is currently attending meetings in the eighth district and will not be back until about three days."

"I can't wait three days, can you arrange a meeting quickly?" Coco asked anxiously.

"Then we have to go to District 8." The other party thought for a moment and said, "And I have to call him in advance to make an appointment to meet him."

Coco paused for a long time: "I'd like to trouble you, please make an appointment with Dr. Wang. We will meet and discuss things as soon as possible."

"Can I ask, what problem do you want to solve when you come to Dr. Wang?" The other party couldn't help but ask.

Coco looked at him and asked smartly: "Haha, can I ask how you and Meng Xi met?"

"Our institute once applied for a scientific research subsidy with the upper management. The money was overspended and it is usually difficult to approve it." The man responded truthfully: "I...I had no choice, so I asked someone to find a connection with Chief Meng. He helped me. We did it, and we got to know each other later.”

"Oh." When Coco heard about the relationship between the two parties, she immediately replied neatly: "Mr. Liu, regarding Dr. Wang's issue, you only need to make connections, and the rest... you don't have to worry about it. This pair It’s good for you, too.”

Mr. Liu pondered for a long time and replied with a smile: "Okay, then you guys have some rest tonight and I will reply to you later."

"Okay." Coco nodded.

After the two met, Mr. Liu left, while Coco returned to the room and used his personal computer to communicate with Reed.

Late at night, a cup of strong coffee and a computer support Coco's spiritual world. In fact, when she came back this time, she had a lot of emotions that needed to be vented, but she had been working hard to restrain them.

…

At around ten o'clock the next day, a military transport ship was anchored in Yemen's largest Liwan Port.

Lao Mao, Lao Li, and two hundred guardsmen disembarked with them.

In the center of the inner harbor, a battalion of soldiers were lined up on both sides of the ship's berth, and many military vehicles were parked on the roadside.

The soldiers are uniformly dressed in light yellow military uniforms, and the military vehicles are more complicated. There are BG off-road vehicles that have been retired in all major regions, and TS armored vehicles that were particularly popular in the EU.

Old Mao stood on the deck and looked around. All he saw were black brothers: "I think they... are not very reasonable. Otherwise, you should go back and I will go by myself."

"Put it down, I'm afraid it's such a good thing that your negotiation will fall apart." Lao Li was not at ease at all: "One piece!"

When Lao Mao heard this, he was not happy: "I am already a minister, so why don't you mess with people's behavior?"

"Let's go quickly!" Lao Li urged.

Everyone stepped off the deck. The diplomat who led the way stepped forward with a smile on his face and extended his palm to a general: "Hello, you are General Nilay!"

"Hello!" A black general in his forties, covered with military medals, extended his palm to the diplomatic officials.

Old Cat and Old Li walked over and the diplomat began to introduce them to everyone.

Nilai is an independent military commander with approximately 20,000 troops under his command. The predecessor of this party was the Independent Democratic Party before the Era, but it collapsed due to the catastrophe after the Era and completely disappeared from the public eye.

Nilai is a prominent family in the Yemen area. He took advantage of the situation after the year of the Era and started a popular movement. However, he was unknown, so he accepted several old-school members of the former independent democratic party and unilaterally declared that he had inherited the throne. orthodox.

In short, this magical old African land has all kinds of anecdotes, whether it is politics or business. Some seemingly very risqué operations are not understood by the Chinese, but they work here.

Old Cat, Old Li thought that he would be defeated by shaking hands with the other party, but unexpectedly, Nilai's chief of staff was very enthusiastic and gave everyone ostrich feathers.

This operation confused Lao Mao. He had no idea what it meant.

"Put it in your head." the diplomat warned.

"What kind of thing should be stuck in the head? In the temple?" The old cat was puzzled.

"...No, just put the hair in your hair."

"What are you trying to do?"

"...This is the custom in some areas here. The independent democratic party represents the people at the bottom. This is their etiquette. Some will also give peacock feathers." The diplomat explained.

"My hair is so short, can I put it in?" The old cat took the hair, thought about it for a long time, and pinned it directly on his ears. His whole look was no different from that of a village idiot.

After everyone exchanged a few words, Nilai picked up Lao Mao, Lao Li and others in his most enthusiastic way.

In the afternoon, the two sides started initial negotiations, which did not end until around 6 p.m.

…

After the meeting, Lao Mao called Qin Yu immediately.

"How was the discussion?" Qin Yu asked.

"...The Independent Democratic Party is happy to help us, provided we are willing to give money." Old Mao said quickly: "They are very poor and lack everything. It is no exaggeration. Some of their military camps here do not even have sanitary facilities." It’s hard to solve even with paper.”

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"It's a good thing, but it's not a good thing." Old Mao cursed helplessly: "In addition to the independent democratic parties, there are at least four political parties in this area. Some have only more than 5,000 troops, and they announce the establishment of a political party. Okay... we can't just build an independent civil government... we have to make arrangements for other brothers. Damn it, I thought for a time that I was back in the tribal era. You don't even know that as soon as I got off the boat, I had a headache on my head. I was stuck with an ostrich feather...!"

“Do they have good infrastructure?”

"It's okay. There are airports and ports. Although the scale is small and the facilities are simple, it can be used as a springboard." Lao Mao is relatively reliable in collecting key information.

Qin Yu thought about it for a long time: "Let's talk about it then. Don't we still understand the arrangements for the political affairs of more than 5,000 people?"

…

North wind outlet.

Lin Nianlei held her chin with her slender palm, frowning slightly and murmuring: "What are they going to do without telling the higher ups?"