Step down the escalator.

From time to time, people from immigration offices on both sides stopped some people and took them to one side of the small room.

Seeing he Liang is obviously organized. Although he Liang is likely to be rich, he Liang may also have a background. He is afraid of getting into trouble, so he doesn't see it. He chooses some "bullies" specially.

Pull to the small room, check the passport, the content is known to all, ask for money.

Not far.

He Liang took his men to the place of health quarantine.

There is not much traffic here, so only two channels are opened. He Liang randomly chooses one channel to line up. The others follow, quietly, without speaking or looking around, so as not to offend others.

Looking at the Chinese in uniform in this line.

Others looked at it curiously.

This kind of dress is very rare here. The uniform camouflage backpack and straight body show that these people are strictly trained, even if they are not in active service, they are also retired soldiers.

In front of him Liang is a Chinese boy.

In his twenties.

It's a bit like a college student to look smart and wear short-sighted glasses.

Seeing he Liang in all his clothes, the Chinese are very enthusiastic.

"Hello, elder brother. My name is Wang Bai. I come here to work. Are you too?" The circle of Chinese people in foreign countries is not large. In the future, Wang Bai may have a good-bye chance with He Liang.

"Hello, he Liang, come here to work." He Liang smiled politely.

"I'm an accountant of a mining company. What are you doing with so many people?" Wang Bai looks at a group of members behind he Liang and asks curiously. Even with a big brain hole, he is wondering if these Chinese come here to be mercenaries.

"Security." He Liang replied succinctly.

"So, in KinSa?" Wang asked again.

"No, in other provinces, but the reason for the work is inconvenient to disclose." He Liang shakes his head. Of course, it's not a secret. He just doesn't want to say so much. His career has decided that he doesn't like to chat with people everywhere.

See he Liang.

Wang Bai also found that he Liang didn't want to talk much, was very witty, and didn't ask much. He turned to look at the team in front of him who was slow.

Soon.

It's Wang Bai's turn.

The staff asked him to show "yellow skin quarantine certificate". Wang Bai hurriedly handed it over. His suitcase and articles were also under inspection. After a rough inspection of the articles on his body, the quarantine personnel turned over Wang Bai's suitcases.

Wang Bai frowned.

Just look at it and turn it over.

And the black police checking the "yellow skin quarantine certificate" went over and over again, as if they could see what flowers were, muttering something he didn't understand.

"Brother Wang, he Liang, the customs inspector, also gave him five hundred yuan. He didn't even need to open the bag.

Get out of the airport.

"Captain, is that ok?" The young team member came up and asked in surprise, is this how a country's immigration inspection is coming? These cops are too brave.

In broad daylight.

It's great.

Such blatant corruption, these African police are really arrogant. The most important thing is that he Liang offered the money voluntarily, and would not let it go?

"Why not?" He Liang said, "do as the Romans do. In this country, you have to take some money with you when you go out. The main thing is robbery. However, there is no one coming to blackmail near the mine. It's far away. If there are few people, there may be danger."

"I know. I don't like running around. Just hang around the mine, but I'm still a little worried. It's really so good in the mine you said?" The young man doubted.

He Liang had listened to how funny and harmonious He Liang was in the mine in China before, and he still believed before, but he was a little shaken by his experience at the capital airport of the DRC.

"You'll know when you go." He Liang smiled mysteriously.