Gate of Revelation Chapter 352: [Event! ] (Top)
Chapter 352 [Events! ] (Top)
When Lin Leyan returned to the organization's residence, he entered the door and saw Weinstein sitting on the sofa with a laptop in his hand.
Weinstein looked up when she saw Lin Leyan enter the door. There was no light in the living room, and the light on the laptop screen reflected on Weinstein's face. His complexion seemed a little complicated.
Lin Leyan seemed a little embarrassed. Instead of turning on the lights, she walked over, looked at Weinstein, and then turned away: "Don't take a break after this late?"
Weinstein shook his head: "Are you looking for him?"
Lin Leyan thought about it and nodded: "I ... just stop him from doing stupid things."
Weinstein sighed. The Australian sunshine boy turned on the computer, stood up and walked to his room, leaving a faint sentence: "Get off early."
The mess in the living room is a computer on the desk. Lin Leyan was also a little confused.
This is a large suite. All four bedrooms are full of beds. In order to save money, several people need to live in a room. The two girls in the same room with Lin Leyan are already asleep. When I entered the door with my feet, my heart was very confused. I just lay on my bed together, but my eyes stared at the ceiling ...
I remembered the kiss of Chen Xiaolian himself downstairs in the hotel yesterday evening.
"I've confirmed it now, I really didn't care about you ..."
At that time, he walked freely, but Chen Xiaolian's eyes were full of surprise and embarrassment.
The little Sha Xing who did not blink at that moment, at that moment, was just so cute.
He is really just a teenager.
Young boys often don't understand women.
Where does a woman need a kiss if she wants to determine if she is interested in someone?
Women only want to kiss in front of the tempting man ...
...
Chen Xiaolian slept sweetly that night.
After sending away Lin Leyan in the evening, he contacted Roddy on the team channel, talked about his progress here with Roddy, and then fell asleep.
After falling asleep until dawn, Chen Xiaolian got up to freshen up and went out.
As soon as I walked downstairs, I saw the hotel manager standing there.
The black manager saw Chen Xiaolian. The eyes were a little weird, as if there was some pity, some sympathy, and some hidden gloats.
Chen Xiaolian understands ... It seems after the white girl left last night. He must have said something about his "being caught by his wife".
He doesn't care about memorizing such a gossip. Anyone here doesn't recognize himself. Moreover, in this way, it gave me a reasonable explanation.
Otherwise, take a white girl back to the room yourself. Doing nothing will inevitably make people suspicious.
Chen Xiaolian already has his own plan on how to accomplish this task.
Directly open fire and killed in Zaid's presidential palace ... This practice Chen Xiaolian just smiled. It's stupid to do so.
How big is the presidential palace? I do n’t think it ’s too small. If you want to find Zayed in a presidential palace ... it ’s not easy, even if you kill yourself, if you let Zayd run away, you may not find this guy again. Easy.
Anyway, there is a lot of guards with live ammunition.
Chen Xiaolian waited patiently in the hotel for a day without going out. He closed himself in the room after eating.
In the evening, sure enough. Here comes the news.
Chen Xiaolian received a call from the hotel waiter in the room.
The black minister invited himself to dinner, sent a car, and stopped at the hotel door.
Chen Xiaolian readily agreed, then pulled out a suit from the storage watch, put on a bow tie, and the dressed man looked like a dog and opened the door downstairs.
When I came to the hotel lobby, I saw the hotel manager standing at the elevator, humiliating and leading himself all the way through the courtyard to the fence gate outside.
On the road outside, there is a white car parked. The car is not very upscale. Toyota.
Before Chen Xiaolian came to Africa, he made up for some of Africa ’s situation. He knew that Africa ’s best-selling cars were Volkswagen and Toyota.
This car looks good. But it was very clean. Chen Xiaolian walked to the car and saw the window fall down. The black minister sat in the back row and waved himself very politely: "Get in the car."
Chen Xiaolian noticed that this guy ... actually wore a military uniform!
Kumbia ’s national uniforms are very weird. Yellow is not yellow, black is not black, but what is carried is made big and thick, and garbled.
It looks almost like a puppet officer in a brain-resistance Japanese drama.
Chen Xiaolian put up with his thoughts on the car and sat next to the black minister.
The driver is a thin black man. When Chen Xiaolian sat down, he immediately started the car.
"Your luck is good, my friend." The black minister turned his head, looked at Chen Xiaolian meaningfully, and said this with a smile.
...
Next, after a few minutes, the black minister said something very briefly, and Chen Xiaolian soon understood.
The roll of dollars he gave the black minister last night worked, and this guy really worked hard.
But originally, according to this guy's plan, if you wanted to introduce Chen Xiaolian to President Zaid, it would take some time and find a suitable opportunity ... After all, it is the president of a country, not just seeing it.
However, just today, something happened temporarily, and there was such an unexpected opportunity.
Zaid was annoyed by some minor setbacks in previous military operations against the rebels.
But in order to stabilize the situation in Kabka, the dictator declared that his army had won a great victory and achieved brilliant results.
To celebrate this "victory", President Zaid has temporarily decided to host a banquet in the Presidential Palace tonight, inviting all the head and face of the entire Kabukari to come.
If it is elsewhere, a country's national banquet-level event, how can it be so easily held?
But after all, this is Kabka, a small barren country. The capital Kabka is a city, and its scale is at most equivalent to a poor county in the western part of the country.
A party like this is organized to say that small is not small and big is not big.
In the afternoon, the Minister of the Interior took a team of guards from door to door to find the heads of all the powerful people in Kabuka. I sent out the invitation.
"The President is actually holding a fundraising ... It always costs money to fight a war." The black minister smiled hehe.
Chen Xiaolian nodded.
"You will open your eyes tonight." The black minister smiled meaningfully.
"What?"
"It's very simple. This is Kemubia. There is no National Bank here. Nothing like checks. It's not easy to use here. So donations ... we all use cash or hard currency. US dollars , Gold, anything. "
"..." Chen Xiaolian paused.
The car passed through the Eastern District and soon arrived at the Presidential Palace, southeast of the city.
In front of this presidential palace. Before Chen Xiaolian got out of the car, looking at the main building of the Presidential Palace through the window, he couldn't help sighing.
This Zaid really plays.
The one in front of you looks like ...
White House!
...
The dictator of this small African country has built a one-to-one thing exactly as the White House did!
What makes Chen Xiaolian speechless is that, just across the street from this cottage version of the White House building, this Zaid also built another "Lincoln Memorial."
However. The statue in the memorial hall is not a statue of Lincoln.
It's ... Zaid himself!
When getting out of the car, Chen Xiaolian can see across the street. In the memorial hall, the statue of President Zaid is smirking in the direction of the street ...
(Do n’t use the statue for such a low value ...)
Chen Xiaolian vomited in his heart.
This cottage-style White House presidential palace is probably the cleanest and tidyest place in the entire city of Kabka.
The lawn outside the presidential palace is wide and trimmed extremely cleanly, and under the pillars in front of the White House, there is a row of spotlights flashing.
The black minister was obviously very proud, and patted Chen Xiaolian's shoulder: "How's this place? Isn't it a good place? His Excellency spent a lot of money and invited an American architecture firm. It was built in accordance with the structure of the White House, not just It ’s the same appearance, even the layout and building pattern inside. The rooms, corridors, stairs are all exactly the same. "
Chen Xiaolian smiled.
It's not difficult to do this.
The White House in the United States is not a very well-guarded place, and some of it is open to tourists all year round.
However, this Zaid mind is funny ... a small country oligarchy. Doing such things makes it clear that I envy the presidency of the United States ...
Unfortunately, although everyone is a president, the difference between this president and the other president is still ...
The black minister is quite interesting. To be precise, the US dollar bill given by Chen Xiaolian is interesting.
This guy took Chen Xiaolian into the gate of the presidential palace.
Chen Xiaolian noticed that a checkpoint had been set up outside the presidential palace, with soldiers carrying live ammunition at their hands.
A car entered the courtyard of the presidential palace, so it was parked beside the lawn in the courtyard.
When Chen Xiaolian and the black minister came in, the hall was already full of all kinds of black people. Tall and thin, men and women are old and weak. Some suits and leather shoes, others are dressed like tribal chiefs.
Chen Xiaolian noticed that most people's expressions were dignified. Although there was a military band playing a tune in the corner, the faces of most of the guests did not smile.
It's easy to understand that these guys have been forced to donate money tonight. I'm afraid such a thing, few people will be happy.
A huge oiled portrait of Zaid hangs on the wall of the hall.
The black minister showed off very proudly and told Chen Xiaolian that this portrait also cost a lot of money. He invited a very famous artist in Europe to paint it himself.
The artist's work has been sold at auctions for millions of dollars.
Okay, Chen Xiaolian finally understands how this country is so poor, and how it was ruined.
When the black minister entered the hall, he looked very arrogant and walked among the crowd with his head held high. Chen Xiaolian followed him like a follower.
Chen Xiaolian noticed that the eyes of people around him were mostly indifferent.
It seems that this black minister is very favored under Zaid, but he is probably unpopular.
Accurately, I am afraid that Zaid's rule is unpopular.
The lobby is well-dressed for banquet guests.
Out of the hall are guards with live ammunition.
This atmosphere makes Chen Xiaolian feel weird.
Everyone was talking in a low voice, and occasionally a waiter in a white suit walked by, holding a plate with red wine, champagne and the like.
Chen Xiaolian took a glass of champagne at random, took a sip and couldn't help sighing.
The flower of Paris.
It's a good champagne.
But this kind of thing has to be bought in Africa, Kumbia, and I am afraid that it will be sold at a high price.
"The process tonight is probably like this." The black minister took Chen Xiaolian to the front corner of the hall, looked at Chen Xiaolian's eyes, and said lightly, "It's 7:15. 15 Minutes later, His Excellency the President will arrive, give a speech, and honor the soldiers who have made great achievements in this battle ... "
When Chen Xiaolian heard this, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Recognition of merit?
Is it clear that you lost the battle ...
"... After the commendation, it is the process of fundraising. Don't you want to have the opportunity to meet with the President, this is an opportunity. Generally speaking, after the fundraising, the President will invite the highest amount of fundraising alone. Guest, talk in the president's office. So ... you want to meet with the President, it depends on your performance.
Chen Xiaolian stared at the other person's big nose and resisted the urge to flatten the bastard's nose with a punch.
This bastard! (To be continued.)