Chapter 387： : Young people are not afraid of failure.

There is also a chain of contempt in Africa.

The topic of racial discrimination, almost no one can dodge, why can't the position of the earth's parents be held by people from big countries? Apart from the fear of working for the welfare of the country, the biggest factor is globalization starting from the color of skin. Of course, this is politics. Can Manuel still tell these rude people?

He just keeps his head down and doesn't say a word, even though he's inclined to cooperate.

But when it's his turn, it will always be his turn, and he can't hide even if he wants to.

"Mr. Manuel, you have met that Asian, how much truth do you think his words are, and how much falsehood?"

An elderly black man sitting in the first seat suddenly opened his mouth, and the people below closed their mouths when they saw him talking. This man with a beard and looking cloudy in his eyes was not very angry, but it was the words of "Dampier" Man — Gibbs Kanter!

The "outsider" who fled from Sudan heard that his ancestors were also local wealthy families, and then during the first Sudanese civil war, from about 1955 to 1972, their family was driven out by the southern camp, and then they lived in Morocco. Gadisha, but the seeds of ambition will only grow and never wither. In 1975, he established the Sudan United Blessing Association, which was also the predecessor of "Dampier".

It has been able to do "business" since the Siad period, and now it has become a huge community that radiates across Somalia and even East Africa.

He is usually very low-key, but this time, it seems that he has really reached the point of life and death, and provoked this great god. Of course, they may be great masters, but for Hassan and Tang Dao, can you resist bullets?

Feeling everyone's eyes, Manuel's scalp was numb.

"He's a businessman. I think he'll do what's good for him. The essence of a hyena is to chase its prey, not to stop..." Manuel actually didn't say a word, "A hyena won't stop. Come down and look for shit."

He was afraid that he would say these words, so he lay down and went out.

Gibbs Kanter's eyes flickered, and he pondered what Manuel said. The information in it is very important. It just means that the other party doesn't want to play big. As long as you behave well, what should belong to you is still yours.

This made Gibbs Kanter, who originally belonged to the old fox, start to retreat.

The older he gets, the more he is afraid of death. He is not too old to live. He originally had two sons. The eldest son was killed in a fight. In order to protect his only seedling, he sent him to New York to study, but the book did not After reading it, he learned how to drag racing and play with women from the children of those **** capitalists. Maybe Africa is not suitable for him.

If the banner of "Dampier" is not in the hands of the Kantor family, then wait for him a hundred years later, regardless of the wind from east to west.

Therefore, he didn't speak, but the atmosphere on the scene gradually became depressing.

Finally, someone couldn't help it anymore.

"Mr. Gibbs, would you like to say something?" The person who said this was a stable character who was not good at making up his mind.

And there were also some people who expressed their opinions, hoping that Gibbs Kanter could lead the team and attack Hassan, that is, a **** campaign. Gibbs was so shocked that he almost wanted to kill the guy who made the opinion, because he disliked his own life Is it too long? The mood finally fluctuated a bit, "How many people do you think you can find? Is it because there are more people, or because they have more bullets?"

"We have bullets, too! We can fight back, too."

"They have missiles, do you have them? Do they have tanks? Do you have them? They have air power, do you have them?" Gibbs asked the extremists with three consecutive questions.

In fact, during the period when Somalia had no direct government, the civil war in Mogadishu was more like...community fighting. Street fighting of ordinary scale was the norm, and that kind of large-scale charge was simply impossible. This is also the confrontation between Aidid and Hassan from north to south During the period, one of the reasons why Mogadishu was able to rule. Although the warlords and societies were mobs, there was still a big difference in essence.

Do you think a woman is a mother if she has milk? Now some mothers do not necessarily have milk.

"Then what do you say? We must find a way."

Manuel also looked at Gibbs. The latter kept his mouth tightly shut. This cannot be said casually. In a certain position, it is not Mandarin.

But the people below were chattering, almost forcing the palace. Manuel seemed to be watching a joke. He leaned a little on the chair, put his elbows on the armrest, and kept silent.

"Quiet!"

Finally, Gibbs spoke, his voice raised two tones, and everyone fell silent for an instant, watching helplessly. He rubbed his temples with some headaches, turned his head to look at Manuel, and said in a slightly slow tone, "Manuel Mr. Er, I want to meet Nicholas, please arrange it."

He still chose to cooperate.

A person who knows the current affairs is a hero, and your thighs are not as thick as the opponent's, what can you do?

The Savior Company has a good relationship with Eagle Sauce because of the Black Hawk Down in Aidid’s time. In the news media, capital controls everything. From all aspects, the gap between our side and them is too big. How to do?

Manuel didn't answer first, but looked at the people below, and found that they all looked at him with strange eyes, sat back a little, and sat still, "I can help with this, but... this Asians are not easy to fool."

"Of course I know, just leave the rest to me." Gibbs nodded, looking back, "Since you let me choose, then I will choose to cooperate. If you disagree, you can leave."

The people below are whispering to each other, the bottom are all foxes, at least those who can still eat in Mogadishu at this time, most of them are the surviving elites, and the unintelligent reckless people have long since died.

So after a few minutes passed, no one moved their buttocks, and even the one who yelled the loudest just now was stuck in place.

Whoever walks out will die!

Hassan and Nicholas' Fist of Justice are on their way.

"You all agree, so let's pool up three million dollars." Gibbston lowered his tone, "I'll find Nicholas for you, and you will pay for it yourself."

This old man also cherishes money very much.

Although the others complained a bit, they didn't want to have too much BB with him. Anyway, if they made more money, they still had the money.

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chug chug!

The rapid gunshots shook people's hearts, and the bullets hit the hillside behind the target, splashing holes one by one.

"Great!" Wu Lihui yelled, took the cotton from his ear, touched the AK in his hand, the shuttle passed the gun barrel was hot, although the recoil made his shoulder a little sore , but this is pain and happiness.

"Uh."

At this moment, an employee trotted over, "The boss wants you to go."

"it is good."

Wu Lihui threw the AK to the custodian next to him, adjusted his sportswear, trotted upstairs, knocked on the door and entered, "Sir, are you looking for me?"

"Manuel said that those people agreed, and they will come to negotiate later, and I will leave this matter to you."

"Okay...Okay." Wu Lihui became nervous now, which has a lot to do with interests, and he opened his mouth, "Then the boss, Jack..."

"What are young people afraid of? The biggest advantage of young people is that you can make mistakes, and someone will pay for you, but you have to grow up while making mistakes. Believe in yourself, you are better than anyone in your age group, and Jack will follow suit. you together."

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