Chapter 419

At the end of June, friendly Africa, an NGO charity founded by shagliaosha and the American farmers' Union, officially entered the operation stage. In order to prevent being found by the ubiquitous US regulatory agencies, Mr. seryosa instructed Glencore and Mediterranean trading company to register hundreds of shell companies in Bermuda and the Caymans to provide assistance to the charity. Yuri, on the other hand, participated in the donation to fraternity Africa in the name of his own casinos and hotels. Since it is possible to avoid tax by investing in charity, Xie liaosha has a lot of money left.

In the name of famine relief in Africa, friendly Africa has bought wheat and barley from the Department of agriculture and the American farmers' Union at a lower price than the current market. Then they hire ships to transport them to Italy for further processing. Fraternity Africa is headquartered in the United States, and its employees are ordinary citizens recruited from the society. However, this is not the case in Italy. This place is full of Yakov's men. In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, in addition to the normal work arrangements, the headquarters of friendly Africa and the Italian branch should try to reduce the contacts. The US headquarters only need to raise funds and purchase grain, while the transshipment and actual business of grain are all arranged in Italy.

In early July, the first cargo ship from Italy to Somalia finally set sail. Despite all kinds of reluctance, Chebyshev set foot on the freighter. Most of the food on board was old grain that had been eliminated from Italy, and even if it was transported back to the Soviet Union, it would be treated as feed. In addition, there are some corn and other grain varieties that the Soviet people are not used to. Although the Soviet Union is suffering from food shortage, it is not a famine. The Soviet people will not put everything in their mouths. The hungry people in Africa are waiting for food to save their lives.

Chebyshev felt a little ironic that he had joined a triad organization, but now he was working as a charity organization. There were ten people going to Mogadishu with Chebyshev, only two of them were from the Soviet Union, and one of them was from Central Asia. The rest are mostly from Poland, Yugoslavia and Albania, which are among the Eastern European countries. Chebyshev is their little leader among these people. Your mission is to distribute relief food in Mogadishu on behalf of friendly Africa, and then take pictures and send them to the headquarters of the United States.

After leaving Italy, the freighter headed east, across the famous Suez Canal and the Red Sea to Mogadishu. When Chebyshev stepped out of the freighter, the endless slums in the Somali capital made him feel a little sad. His first thought at that time was where he would go to buy vodka in the future.

This side of the pier is effectively controlled and occupied by United Nations forces. There are military vehicles with UN logo all over the place. Chebyshev is now the head of the friendly African NGO in Somalia. Naturally, it is necessary for him to show up. Officials from the food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations came immediately after they learned that an unknown charity had brought a whole ship of wheat. After the translation and communication, Chebyshev finally got to know each other's intention. It turned out that the other party was asking him whether he would give the ship of grain to the United Nations to manage on his behalf. As for the reason, UN officials also told Chebyshev that if there were no armed forces, the ship's grain would be robbed by warlord controlled forces as long as it was transported out of the port. Chebyshev didn't want to make trouble for himself. He simply agreed to the other party's suggestion.

Since fraternity Africa has no office here, Chebyshev, in the military vehicle of the United Nations troops, escorted the grain out of the dock and rushed to the United Nations material warehouse. There are garrisons and their living areas, and the motorcade passes through the urban areas of Mogadishu. Chebyshev saw the beggars chasing the motorcade, the disabled with arms and legs, almost all of them carrying weapons. Chebyshev's forehead exuded some sweat unconsciously. He felt that he was staring at himself with unkind eyes from the onlookers on the roadside.

Chebyshev's hunch was right, as early as they arrived at the port of Mogadishu. News of the arrival of a shipment of food spread throughout Mogadishu. When hundreds of people are starved to death every day in a city, a ship of grain is worth less than a ship of gold. The city is now under the control of hundreds of warlords, big and small. Everyone knows the importance of this batch of grain. Here, food is military pay, money and weapons. On the black market, you can trade food for everything you need.

Chebyshev looked out through the narrow window, which could not be opened at all. Neither of the two air conditioners in the car is muggy. The heat and fear made Chebyshev a little crazy. He cursed the Gorky brotherhood, Nikolay, baranikov and other people and organizations who made him fall here. Now how Chebyshev wants to sit in the air-conditioned cinema and have a cool beer or gevas!

After Chebyshev returned to the base, he arranged visa and accommodation for his staff. A ship of grain and most of it are waiting to be unloaded at the port. After all, there are a few grains coming back with the car. However, there is no need for Chebyshev to worry about this, because he has entrusted the UN staff to deal with the food. Chebyshev's job now is to wait until the relief food is distributed, take more photos and send them back to the headquarters of friendship Africa to prove that he has indeed fulfilled his duties and obligations, and then contact the headquarters to deliver the second batch of food.

After finishing the formalities, Chebyshev decided to take a rest and then go to the camp to see if there was a suitable office to rent. Chebyshev didn't go out until the sun was setting. He took some of his men with him and hired reliable local security personnel introduced by the United Nations. This generation is very secure because it is close to the military camp, so many NGOs rent offices here. It's not far from the office street to see fully armed UN soldiers, as well as some local hawkers specializing in foreign business.

Just as Chebyshev was bored, the smell of the drink got into his nose. When he looked at the source of the smell, he saw an open-air bar. Although there were only a few rotten tables and broken chairs, the business was very good, so Chebyshev waved to his men, turned and walked towards the bar.