The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 235: Madam
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"This is just one of them. In the suburbs of the old city, there are more refugees." Mullah said.
"It seems that this place is really not suitable for doing business?" Wang Meng frowned. With so many refugees, the government will definitely increase relief efforts, and the chamber of commerce and businessmen will help them. In this way, their financial resources will be reduced. Moreover, the night here is still very chaotic, and these are all factors of instability.
"Business? Who do you share with? Except the government, don't cooperate with any merchants, because they are also precarious. They picked up your goods today, and maybe they will be killed tomorrow. Who do you want to go to for the payment? With the government The cooperation is the most stable. The great apes and I have already greeted, and I have paved the way for you." Mullah said.
"You kid, amazing!" Wang Meng smiled.
"Hey, I was very influential in the local area!" Mullah was a little proud.
"Really?" Lynx said suddenly.
Mullah shivered: "Ahem, no matter how influential I am, I can't keep up with the boss."
The Lynx smiled upon hearing this.
Wang Meng is speechless, this lynx is really interesting, and he is fighting for himself.
"Then I still look into it?" Wang Meng knows how to use people well, and has never been self-righteous. In Afghanistan, the Mullah clearly knows more than him.
"It's useless to investigate. What you see today may be greatly changed tomorrow. If you cooperate with the government, what he wants and what you provide, he pays you and you pay, it's OK." Mullah said.
"Well, you are responsible for contacting! From now on you will act as a middleman!" Wang Meng nodded.
"How large is Huaxia's enterprise? What can it provide now?" asked the Mullah.
"The scale will not be small, but it hasn't been built yet!" Wang Meng said.
Huh?
The mullah looked at Wang Meng like a monster, and said to his heart, my brother, are you still building a factory? To do business? Empty glove white wolf?
"I will provide what they want. If the factory is not built, it does not mean that I am out of stock." Wang Meng said, he is currently out of stock, but is there no stock in Frontier Province? Is China out of stock? Who makes money instead of earning? Before the establishment of the factory, it is also good to be idle. It is good for the society. Moreover, even if the goods are obtained from other manufacturers, they will be exported in the name of military enterprises in the border and west. After the factory is established, this channel can still be used. Utilization can kill two birds with one stone.
"As long as you have the goods in your hand, this line can be connected. When your factory is established, this line is not yours yet?" Mullah is very smart, and he wants to understand.
"Well, hurry up, I have to go to other countries to investigate!" Wang Meng said.
"Don't worry, it won't take long to get it done, but you are the big boss, you have to show up when it's time for you to come out!" said the mullah.
"That is inevitable!" Wang Meng nodded.
The resident of the Brothers Mercenary Group was set up in an ancient manor. The manor was backed by a mountain and was built on the mountain. From the outside, it was just a manor, but there were things inside. The mountain on which the manor was attached was opened up to numerous caves .
There are also buildings on the mountain, just lookout posts for the brothers' mercenary group.
Wang Mengle is now. Mullah has the potential to occupy the mountain as the king.
The mullah is also very proud of his big hand.
Wang Meng praised him a few words.
Mao raised his eyebrows and smiled.
The mullah personally arranged a banquet, put on a sumptuous banquet, local specialties were also on the table, and called all the brothers here to have a drink together.
Wang Meng can see that the Brotherhood Mercenary Group is doing well here.
Wang Meng and Lynx were also welcome and opened up to eat.
Satisfied with wine and food, the mullah said to Wang Meng: "Boss? The room is ready. I live in a cave, warm in winter and cool in summer, so I feel comfortable."
"Okay!" Wang Meng nodded.
"How many rooms have you prepared?" The Bobcat suddenly squinted at Mullah.
"Of course there are two!" said the mullah.
"One is enough!" said the Bobcat.
"..."Mullah didn't understand the meaning of the lynx, and looked at the lynx dumbly.
"Your boss is now my man, do you want us to separate?" Bobcat raised his eyes, his tone getting colder.
Huh? Mullah was taken aback. He didn't expect that the boss had a leg with the Bobcat.
Wang Meng was so embarrassed, he felt hot on his face.
"Do you want me to repeat it again?" The Lynx's tone was already chilling.
"Understood! I'll make arrangements now, the lady can rest assured and make sure that everything is done!" The mullah jumped up and hurriedly set up.
Mullah yelled from the eldest lady, and the lynx called with a smile, and gave Wang Meng a triumphant look.
Wang Meng scratched his head.
The next day, Mullah began to go out to contact government officials.
Wang Meng and Lynx went out for sightseeing when they had nothing to do.
There are many places of interest in Afghanistan. Although many have been damaged after the ravages of the war, many of them are still intact.
Kabul can be called a city that echoes each other's mountains and rivers, with its ancient magnificent palaces and ancient buildings, and the most sacred mosque in the hearts of Afghans.
The houses along the streets in the city are scattered high and low, and the roads are wide. There will be small streams on both sides of the main streets. The water of the small streams is spring water. The spring water flows through here from a mountain not far away, and it is crystal clear. Not only does it purify the air, it is also a source of water for the locals.
Wang Meng and Lynx wandered around, watching with gusto.
There is a snack street with decades of history in Kabul, which gathers all kinds of traditional snacks from Afghanistan.
Since the snack street is next to the largest bazaar in Kabul, the snack street is very popular.
Wang Meng and Bobcat walked into the snack street and sat in an open-air food stall.
The staple food of Afghans is pilaf and flatbread.
Snack making at the food stall is open to the public. The chef’s stove is located in the middle of the food stall, surrounded by tables and chairs. Diners can see the chef's entire production process with their own eyes.
After Wang Meng and Lynx ordered the meal, they watched the chef making it with interest.
The flatbread is made by grinding wheat, barley, corn, dried mulberries and peas into noodles and baking it. The taste is unique.
There are two types of pie with stuffing and without stuffing.
But no matter what kind of flatbread, after baking, it will have a strong aroma. Especially the pie, the roast lamb inside has a unique flavor.
The making of pilaf is very simple. To put it bluntly, it is bibimbap. The rice contains shredded carrots and green onions, and a little shredded lamb, mixed with lemon juice, chili, and some local seasonings. It seems very simple, but it has become a specialty here.
It tastes good.
Wang Meng ordered a large plate of horse meat intestines.
Horse meat intestine is to marinate the cut horse meat with ingredients, pour it into the horse intestine, cook it and dry it, and it is done. It's like Huaxia's dried intestines, but it's much more delicious than dried intestines.
The Lynx asked for a plate of Shure bags. This is also a famous dish in Afghanistan. The ingredients are boiled with lamb, vegetables, grapes, coriander and other condiments. The taste is pure and delicious. It is eaten with pies and has a unique flavor.
Wang Meng and Lynx ate very comfortably.
"Check out! Boss!" Wang Meng and Bobcat finished eating and called the boss to check out.
"Fivety-eight, sir!" The boss is an old man, dressed plainly, wrinkled, and respectful.
Afghanistan’s currency is worthless. One U.S. dollar can be exchanged for nearly 100,000 Afghanis. Wang Meng’s meal is less than ten yuan.
Wang Meng and Lynx had a full meal for less than ten yuan.
Great value!
" Wang Meng took out a wad of afghanis from his pocket, took out an afghani with a face value of 100,000 and handed it to the boss: "No need to find it! "
Wang Meng thinks this meal is quite cheap!
"Thank you! Thank you!" Seeing this, the old man smiled and thanked him. Such open customers are rare in Kabul today. Nowadays, there are many people who can't eat here, and no one has given tips for a long time. Wang Meng gave nearly 40,000 afghanis. These 40,000 afghanis were enough for an ordinary family of three to maintain food for a few days.
Wang Meng and Bobcat leave the food stall.
A few diners gathered together for a meal. At this time, they looked at each other, and they also checked out and followed Wang Meng and Bobcat.
"Chuck, let you pretend to be lavish, trouble is coming." Lynx said with a smile, holding Wang Meng's arm.
"What am I afraid of when you are there?" Wang Meng smiled, not caring.
"Chuck, can you kill?" Bobcat asked with a chuckle.
"They are all poor, what to kill?" Wang Meng said, not forgetting to remind: "However, you have to be careful. Don't be merciful when you should kill."
"Hey, understand!" Bobcat smiled.
The two wandered around and walked to the station.
At this time, there are seven or eight locals following Renren from a distance. On the way, their team is growing.
When Wang Meng and Bobcat walked to the quiet back street, those people started to move.
"Stop!" With a halt, he huffed, and more than two dozen local people dressed in different clothes quickly surrounded Wang Meng and the Bobcats.
"What are you doing?" Wang Meng cried, holding his pockets in horror, his body still trembling.
The Lynx almost laughed out loud, the boss is so funny.
"Hand over all your belongings, take off your clothes, get out, leave the girl!" a brown-faced, short middle-aged man shouted, carrying a thick-armed stick in his hand. His eyes squinted at Wang Meng.
Everyone else has guys in their hands, but, except for sticks and bricks, only one guy is holding a dagger in his hand.
"Robbery! Hand over all your belongings, take off your clothes, get fucked!" Suddenly, the lynx willow eyebrows are erected, and he shouted.
These locals were stunned when they heard the words, and then they all laughed. It's so funny, who is he who robbed who? Who can't tell if there are so many people?
However, before these people finished their laughter, they started howling miserably.
The lynx is like a dancing butterfly. In a dancing room, two dozen robbers all broke their arms and legs, and screamed and screamed on the ground.
"Say it again, robbery!" The Bobcat returned to Wang Meng's side, still carrying Wang Meng's arm, smiling, but his tone was bitterly cold.
At this time, these robbers knew that what this woman said was true.
The robbery was counter-robbed? This joke is too cold, not funny at all.
Seeing the bobcat's method, these bullying and fearful robbers hurriedly got rid of each other, then helped each other and ran away.