Chapter 363 Oriental Investors in Mogadishu

Mogadishu is the capital of the Republic of Somalia. Although it is only 200 kilometers away from the equator, Mogadishu's climate is not hot, but cool and pleasant. It is a famous scenic spot in Somalia.

This is a white-toned city, with rows of ancient Arab castles and mosques representing Islamic religious culture interspersed from time to time. It looks clean and beautiful.

Seven people appeared on the Avenue of the Republic. Of the four men, three women and seven people, six are Oriental faces.

This place is not far from the embassies of various countries in Mogadishu, and the endless flow of pedestrians on the road did not show much surprise to this group. As the capital and scenic spot of Somalia, there are countless tourists from all over the world. Especially in the past two years, Somali pirates have become famous. Some adventurous people are even more interested in Somalia, an East African country. The number of tourists to and from Mogadishu has soared, bringing a lot of revenue to the poor financial Somalia.

Li Mo didn't come to Mogadishu this time. He is on business. Otherwise, with the several major events that the Star Organization is currently facing, Li Mo won't have time to come to Mogadishu.

Before leaving China, Li Mo had considered that he would not leave in Somalia for a few days. It is to take root and germinate here. Then a just-speakable identity is a must. This time, I came to Mogadishu to contact the central government axe of Mogadishu in the name of investment as a Chinese investor. And take this opportunity to become a Somali citizen. Become a legal Somali citizen.

"The scenery here is so beautiful, but there is a little flaw!" Tang Ya, who walked behind Li Mo, suddenly sighed.

From the tall tree belts on both sides of the street to the clean and tidy ground. From pedestrians dressed in different clothes to hawkers shouting about gold and silver products at the entrance of the alley. All interpret the beauty of prosperity in this tranquility.

Li Mo, who was casually watching the special scenery around him, couldn't help but stop under a lush tree in front of the left. There, four Somali men were gathering together and talking in a low voice. From time to time, there was a suppressed laughter.

The four people are all wearing half-length or camouflage clothes, with a 60% new AK rifle on their shoulders or chests. They also have an official name - the Somali Political Axe Army. Of course, this is only nominal. In fact, the contradictions within the Mogadishu faction have long been made public. The contradictions between the political axe composed of literati and the military bosses with real power and the military bosses have brought a cloud to this quiet and beautiful city.

Many discerning people see the depressing storm under this quiet city. These elites wanted to save Somalia, but because of their words, they had to look at the sky. Don't these political tycoons and military figures have vision? Of course there is. But with the huge ** power, many people in ancient and modern times have done a lot of regrets for it. But even so, for the sake of greater power, there are still many people who use all kinds of crude means to have it. Regret is also a matter of the future, at least temporarily enjoying the great pleasure of power, isn't it?

"They also want to ensure the safety here!" Fan Qingqing said with a slight hesitation. After all, Somalia and China are different. In China, ordinary people rarely see heavily armed soldiers appear in public. But this is Somalia, one of the most chaotic countries in Africa, and everything is possible.

"I just think they destroyed the scenery here! If it weren't for them, it would be more comfortable here!" Tang Ya pouted and muttered.

"Ban Bang..." Just as she finished speaking, there was a sound of gunfire in an alley on the right, and then a shrilling scream broke through the alley and spread to the street.

When Li Mo heard the sound of gunfire, they immediately stopped. The four meteor team members behind Li Mo quickly stepped forward and surrounded Li Moyin in the center. Staring at the alley from the sound of gunfire.

When the four soldiers chatting under the tree heard the gunfire, they immediately shouted a few times, quickly raised the rifle on their chests and waists in their hands, and ran towards the alley.

Pedestrians on the road, except for the first-time tourists, all the locals naturally ran to the side of the road, clinging their bodies against the wall, or finding a shelter to lean over. Several young people even poked their heads into the mouth of the alley.

In the eyes of everyone, a young man with a backpack ran out of the alley, holding an old rifle in the hands of the black man.

The young man with big eyes and a ferocious face ran to the street and saw the four soldiers rushing here, and their faces changed. Raise the gun and shoot at the soldier without looking at it. Then he turned around and got into the alley again.

Because of the sound of gunfire just now, the pedestrians on the road have already scattered. The young man didn't hit anyone. His real purpose is to suppress the soldiers who rushed over. Give him a chance to leave.

As the young man guessed, the four Somali political axes were lying on the hot cement road when they noticed that he raised his gun and shot. When they came to their senses, the young man who shot had long disappeared.

After four soldiers chased the young man into the alley, the street resumed its previous noise.

"Xiaoya. You said that without these soldiers, the robber just now would have done it. Fan Qingqing joked at Tang Ya, who was stunned.

Tang Ya, who was unconvinced, couldn't help but retort, "What's the use of them? Didn't that young man run away?"

Unexpectedly, just as she finished speaking, there was another violent gunfire in the alley. After Li Mo waited for a few minutes. The four soldiers who chased in dragged people out of the alley. On the ground behind them, a crimson blood is reflecting light in the sun.

This is not only Fan Qingqing, but also Li Mo laughing. Tang Ya's luck is too bad. The facts are always against her. As soon as she finished speaking, reality gave her a 'sounding slap'.

Looking at Tang Ya and Fan Qingqing with a pale face, Li Mo shook his head helplessly and said, "Let's go." Go straight to the municipal axe building!"

As the Minister of Industry of Somalia's Transitional Government, Hashim's daily task is to provide more favorable conditions for Somalia's long-stagnant industry. Tatch domestic and foreign enterprises into Somalia. This work seems simple, but only when you are in its position can you know the difficulties and helplessness. Hashim, who has always been a descendant of Muhammad, has not been blessed by Allah in the recovery of the Somali industry.

Since the outbreak of the civil war in Somalia in 1991, the weak Somali industry has been destroyed by the war and the economy has completely collapsed. Today's Somalia has long been unable to find a decent industry. The contradictions at home and abroad in Somalia have made the once-ambit ambitious Hashim gradually disheartened. Going to work every day is to be worthy of his 12 million Somali shillings, a monthly salary of $600.

This afternoon, Hashim, who had just taken a nap, hadn't washed up yet. The door of the office was knocked open by the secretary he didn't like. After the panicked secretary rushed in, he didn't seem to find how rude his behavior was just now. He pointed to the outside of the door and opened his mouth and didn't say a word for a long time.

"Ali, if you can't give me a reason to be satisfied. I'm afraid you're going to leave this $100 job. Hashim pressed his anger and said coldly. In Somalia, where the annual per capita GDP is only $150, the monthly salary of $100 is very high. It's higher than the so-called gold collar. If Somalia has the level of gold collars.

When the young secretary Ali heard the words, he stammered and couldn't say anything. The dark forehead was immediately covered with sweat. He has never hated himself so much at this moment. Why can't I even explain it?

Hasim frowned slightly. He didn't expect that the secretary still stood there pointing out the door when he heard his words. Doesn't he need this job anymore? This should not be the case. This job is enough to crush most of Somalia. How could Ali not care?

There must be a reason! The descendants of prophets cannot be irrational. Hashim calmed down the anger in his heart. He asked calmly and softly, "Ali, speak slowly. What the hell is going on?"

The young secretary looked at Hashim gratefully. In an instant, I felt that something blocked in my throat was missing.

"Minister, there are a few Orientals outside. They offered to see you!" Ali finally said this with all his strength. After saying that, he felt relaxed for a while.

"Oriental people? Want to see me?" Hashim meditated and asked doubtfully, "Are you sure there are some Orientals outside and want to see me?"

"No...it's...not Oriental..."

"Is it Oriental or not? You can't even tell this, can you?" Hashim finally knew why he didn't like the secretary. It's too stupid and too unstable. I can't say a word clearly. He doubted why he liked him and let him be his secretary at the beginning.

Ali's face changed slightly, and he paused in fear before explaining, "Minister, they are not all Easterners, but also Westerners!"

Oriental? Westerners? What is this and what? Hashim couldn't help but be more confused.

Suo is too lazy to care whether the people outside are Easterners or Westerners. He asked impatiently, "Why did they see me?"

"I...I don't know." Ali's face turned pale again, and he hesitated to answer. He was also in a hurry just now. When he heard the Orientals asking to see the minister, he rushed in. I didn't realize that I didn't know what those people were doing until now. It is also blamed that the Somali Ministry of Industry is a weak department in the temporary government axe. I often have nothing to do for a few days. Ali hasn't received foreigners yet. So it will be a little anxious to see those Easterners and Westerners.

Hashim gave Ali a fierce look, and he was completely disappointed with the secretary. He waved his hand and said, "In ten minutes, you will invite those people in." No matter what the people outside are doing. Since others have pointed out that they want to see him. Hashim, who has always been very idle, plans to meet this group of Eastern and Westerners.

Ten minutes later, Hashim, who had finished washing up, finally met someone in the office. The leader was a young oriental man. Looking at the momentum of the other party's walking, he excluded Japan and South Korea. As the Minister of Industry, even the Minister of Industry of Somalia, Hashim has received many expeditions from Japan and South Korea. Understand the surname behavior of those Orientals. Either looking at the sky with arrogant eyes or groveling eyes looking at the ground. Although the young oriental man walked casually, Hashim still felt a looming momentum. This momentum looks calm and a little domineering. It is definitely not something that Japanese or Koreans can have.

(to be continued)