Chapter 1833

Gold.

Silver.

In the system.

It can mortgage the issuance of Asian dollars, so as long as it is a high-quality silver mine, once found, it will fully mine, and other precious metals, unless necessary, will not be too much hoarded.

Below.

The estimated value of silver reserves is about 30 billion Asian dollars.

Not much.

But as long as there is enough mining value, it will not let go. What is enough? That's more than five billion yuan, less than that. Let's keep it underground. Don't bother.

"Go!"

Turn around.

Get in the car.

Follow the rough road, leave the valley and go south again.

。。。

Kemu town.

West Street.

"Bang!"

A gunshot attracted people's attention. Then, after a glance, they left slowly. After years of war, though the weapons here were not in flood, they were almost the same.

So.

The streets were ablaze.

Small things.

As long as no one is insane and sweeps around, he will not live long. If he is in a hurry, God knows where a pile of peanuts will emerge and end him.

Overall.

It's not to the point where people are in danger.

Now.

I'm used to it.

The streets.

A pickup drove by.

Copilot.

"I really don't want to come to this place." Looking out of the window, Zhao Qiao was helpless. It takes courage to open a shop in Africa. If you are a little careless, you may have to go after your ancestors.

In Sudan.

There are many Chinese.

Tens of thousands.

They are mainly distributed in major cities. The Chinese who dare to rush and fight are also scattered in small and medium-sized towns as long as they can make money. Zhao Qiao's father is one of them. He opened a hardware store here.

And he.

I'm here to have a look. I'll leave in a week.

Main driver.

"Don't walk around, usually stay in the shop," he said with a smile

"All right."

Zhaoqiao doesn't matter.

Come here.

It's mainly to see his parents. After a year, however, it was only closed in the thirties and the first days of the lunar new year. Today, it opened. He and his father just went to a freight point to pick up the goods. The business is still good.

All year round.

There is also a hundred thousand yuan.

Otherwise.

How can I come here to do business in this chaotic place. As one of the least developed countries in the world, even food here can not be completely self-sufficient, let alone other countries. Fortunately, there is oil to support it.

Otherwise.

It must be poorer.

It was only in 2005 that the lengthy internal station ended. The whole territory was short of materials and infrastructure was destroyed. The reconstruction after the station made his father's small shop earn some money.

In a moment.

"Zizhi!"

The pickup stops at the door of the store.

Get out of the car.

Look at it.

A line of shops.

Most of them are driven by businessmen from other countries. Indians and Arabs, even in prosperous Europe, also have businessmen here. After all, even in developed countries, they are not afraid of danger.

Here it is.

They are all foreigners.

So.

The relationship is not bad. The time is long and the time is small. Zhao Qiao heard from his father that it was still in ruins a few years ago. Later, he and other people spent very little money and bought a lot of land.

Next.

Get up.

In a few years, it has become a big market. Their family bought nearly 300 square meters, divided into two parts. They opened a shop in front and lived in the back, avoiding the danger of going out early or at night.

Looting.

It's common here.

Moving goods.

Loading.

It took an hour to finish.

"Boom!"

Heaven.

There were thunders.

"It's going to rain." Zhao Qiao looks up.

Thunderstorm.

The day before yesterday, today again.

"It seems that there won't be any business today. Close down." Father looked at the sky and said, so large clouds, we have to go down to dark, simply close early.

"OK."

Zhao Qiao is about to close.

Suddenly.

A stout arm pressed the door back.

"Yes?"

Looking at the people, Zhao Qiao's heart leaped. They were black and big. They had tattoos on their bodies. They were wearing jackets. Their waists were bulging. The outline of the gun handle made Zhao Qiao tremble a little bit.

He's just a small clerk, but he doesn't have much of that experience.

"Is the boss there?"

"In."

"What can I do for you?"

Zhao Qiao's father came over, but he was quite calm. He had the courage to live here for so long. There were underground forces here. Generally, robbers dare not rob shops.

Unless.

It's foreign. Just do one vote and leave.

But.

Such a situation will hardly happen. The energy of the local forces should not be underestimated. This kind of crime is mostly a dead end. Therefore, as long as we have a rational mind.

Don't worry...

"We want to borrow some money." The big black man showed his white teeth.

“。。。”

Instant.

Zhao Qiao's father is in a mess.

Day.

Looting.

It's really a robbery. You can't be too rational. Sometimes you need to be sensitive. The man said, lifting his jacket, which means obviously that if we don't, we may take measures.

"Father."

Zhao Qiao swallowed.

Sudan.

The official language is English, which he understood.

Borrow money.

Looting.

It seems that there is no difference. In the modern society, even in the civilized society, many times, the two words can also be put on the same sign. This new year's Eve, do you want to be so exciting?

"Me.. We're not familiar. "

"Then this.. Be familiar. "

The big black man lifted his clothes again.

“。。。”

Sure enough.

It's a real robbery.

"More.. How much? "

"Ten thousand."

"Sudanese pound?"

"Dollars."

"Impossible."

Zhao Qiao's father shakes his head, ten thousand Sudanese pounds, still can accept, ten thousand dollars, really when he is a bank, today is really winning the prize, close the door quickly, usher in a robbery.

"Is it?"

Black big sneer.

Say.

In Zhao Qiao's father and son's shocked eyes, he took out his money to rob him. He looked at his calf and said, "bang!" One of the sound, the scene, only the whine.

"Ah!"

Instant.

Pain from the heart, from the legs.

“。。。”

Behind you.

The companion was stunned.

What's the situation?

Don't you want to threaten others? What's the matter if you don't say anything and rob yourself? Is it a fire? Well, it should be that when I pulled the gun, it was down.

Suddenly.

He feels cold somewhere.

Be good.

Just now, when I was grabbing the forehead at my waist, the direction was.. If you get angry when you meet it, it's a scene.. He can't think of going down. It's too scary. Now is it running or.. Run.

In a blink of an eye.

Disappeared in front of the store.

No more.

But I can't leave.

“。。。”

The door.

Zhao Qiao and his son are also stupid.

Touch porcelain?

Or prove that you are a ruthless person who can do something to yourself? Fortunately, the store has monitoring, which can prove that this is an accident. The sound of robbery will definitely attract people.

This is no other place.

It's covered.

But.

The most urgent thing is to get out of danger. Zhao Qiao's father is very witty. He takes the man's wailing, holds the door with both hands, slams it hard, and the big black man squatting on the ground is directly hit and flies out.

After falling to the ground.

Heart a horizontal, black big know to die, want to pull a person to go together, raise rob, prepare to shoot, but, suddenly a hand acid, rob mouth to descend, 'bang!' The other foot, the middle.

"Ah!!!"