Become a super arms dealer with the workshop system

Chapter 20 The Lost Person
Thinking of this, Han Feng suddenly realized something, and turned to look at Antoine who was talking with the mayor not far away.

As a Frenchman, from a standpoint, he should not speak for the Belgians, but when he talked about his interview before, he revealed the opposite tendency, and seemed very happy with the arrival of the Belgians.

Han Feng also subconsciously believed that the two countries were cooperating under the framework of the treaty organization before, so he didn't take it seriously, but looking back now, it seems a bit abnormal.

Just when Han Feng was thinking, the mayor and Antoine actually walked towards him with a plate, interrupting the conversation between the two Belgians.

And the two also finished chatting about the most important content, so after greeting the mayor, they went to find their entourage respectively.

The mayor of Boda is not young anymore, but he is very muscular. He is at least two meters tall and weighs 100 kilograms. He looks like a basketball player in the post position.

Such a figure is very conspicuous in Afrika, where the nutritional level is generally poor, but after all, he is an upper-class person, and neither his speech nor his dress give people a fierce feeling.

On weekdays, he would even bring a bodyguard who was a head shorter than him by his side.

Although in the era of hot weapons, the relationship between combat effectiveness and body size may not be great, but it still seems to have a sense of incongruity and humor.

"Mr. Han."

Esper took the initiative to extend his hand to Han Feng.

"Your Excellency the Mayor, Mr. Antoine." Han Feng shook hands with the two people in front of him, and the moment the mayor lowered his arms, Han Feng caught sight of the other's sleeve from the corner of his eye.

On the cuffs are a pair of delicate cufflinks, very similar to the ones he and Thornda found in the mine a few days ago.

Of course, Han Feng's brain is not broken after all, and he certainly wouldn't think that the mayor personally went out to steal a warehouse, and the person who ran away probably wouldn't wear the same model to show off in the market because of guilt, but this kind of The origin of cufflinks must not be common in Afrikaans.

"This is my wife." The mayor introduced the woman behind him, "This is Mr. Han, the owner of the repair shop on the outskirts of the city."

Han Feng was not surprised at all in his heart, and greeted the woman who looked younger than him without changing his face.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Esper quickly got to the point: "I heard from Sergeant Abel that Mr. Han's business has been getting better and better in recent months."

Han Feng couldn't help muttering in his heart, the person in front of him might also be a money-grubbing master.

However, with the status of the mayor, it should be impossible to ask a small boss like himself for money directly, just go through Abel and others, so this sentence should not mean to ask for trouble.

But he still didn't answer directly, but did a Tai Chi.

"It is also thanks to Mr. Mayor's leadership that Boda's situation has been relatively stable, and we businessmen can do business safely."

It wasn't exactly a compliment.

Boda is the main route of CAF to Congo and Cameroon. The overall situation is relatively complicated, but the security here has always been very good. According to Huang Qiao, it is much better than the capital Bangi. Although Abel’s police station is not manned. A lot, but at any rate a little sense of responsibility.

"I'll get straight to the point. Does Boss Han have any plans to expand the business?"

Han Feng quickly shook his head: "Well... not yet, I have limited energy alone, and the current stall is already big enough."

His business on the surface was already busy enough, and now he's involved in the arms business. Besides, there are only so many people in Boda, so there won't be any more market demand.

Unexpectedly, Mayor Esper did not give up on this question: "I think Boss Han's repair shop should have processing capabilities."

In order to deceive others, Han Feng bought some old machine tools, many of which were even broken, and built a tin shed in the backyard. Otherwise, it would be difficult to explain why he often took out all kinds of obviously newly processed parts.

"Naturally, I can produce anything that is not too complicated. I don't know what Mr. Mayor means..."

Han Feng was a little confused about the meaning of the mayor in front of him who looked somewhat similar to Antetokounmpo. Of course, the latter probably hasn't gained much fame yet, so he can only be regarded as a good regular starter.

"To tell you the truth, I have been the mayor of Borda for ten years, but here, or the entire CAF, there is nothing but agriculture, animal husbandry and mining. This is not a long-term solution." Esper casually picked up from the table He picked up a dinner fork and held it up to his eyes—this was purchased from Han Feng a few months ago.

"So, I want the city government to pay for a few children to work for you, at least to train some reliable workers."

The pattern suddenly became larger.

One sentence made Han Feng feel awe of the seemingly brutish mayor in front of him. It is really rare to have such a thought in today's Afrikaans.

But respect is all respect, Han Feng really has no way to agree to this request.

On the one hand, he doesn't know how to use those machine tools at all, and the production is all handed over to the workshop. It's easy to be fooled when it grows bigger in the future. He said that there is a secret department, but if he only hires a few people, it will definitely reveal his truth.

On the other hand, there are too many problems in Afrikaans. They were forcibly pulled from the primitive tribes into the modern world by the colonists, and they have never experienced the enlightenment of modern thought.

Although there are a few elites like Esper and Soonda in the whole society, the overall discipline and execution are very bad. It is normal for three days to fish and two days to dry the net, and the risk of hiring employees is very high.

Many Huaxia bosses would rather spend high salaries to hire people from China, and try not to use local employees.

In fact, in the past few months, the most reliable group Han Feng has met in CAF is the group of miners under Suonda.

This problem was the same in China a century and a half ago. Han Feng thought that he did not have such lofty ambitions to lead foreign people through the entire process from the Westernization Movement to industrialization.

Being politely declined by Han Feng did not seem to be beyond Mayor Esper's expectations. He just showed a disappointed expression for a moment, then said a few polite words to Han Feng, and then turned and left with the bodyguards behind him.

Only Antoine, who had just taken a lot of photos of the two of them, remained here.

Han Feng had been reluctant to talk to this hair country reporter before, but the curiosity he aroused just now made him decide to try it a little bit.

"Antoine, I think you've been so busy recently, you should have written a lot of news, right?"

Han Feng didn't bring the topic to the Belgians right away, but Antoine lowered his head and fiddled with the camera, and replied casually: "Yes, there is a lot of material recently, and my inspiration is also good. Reports about the Belgian army have received a good response in Europe. "

"By the way, which media did you post your news on? I have to go and see what you wrote about me." Han Feng tried his best to show a curious attitude.

Antoine finally stopped what he was doing, put the camera in his bag and looked up at Han Feng: "Then you may be disappointed, I haven't written about you yet, as for the media...you Have you forgotten, I am a freelance journalist, and unless someone directly asks me for an article, I will usually sell the news directly and will not sign my own name."

This answer is usually considered watertight, but now it can only deepen Han Feng's suspicion.

Of course, it is not good for Han Feng to expose Antoine's lack of evidence. He just secretly warned himself that he needs to be more careful with this person.

"Perhaps we should emphasize it to Huang Qiao and tell him to be careful."

Han Feng thought so.

However, it was already very late when the dinner was over, and Antoine would definitely go back to the hotel directly, and Huang Qiao and his wife had probably already fallen asleep, so we could only talk about it another day.

After returning to the workshop in the evening, Han Feng specifically searched for the reports of the French media on the central Afrika region.

"France and Belgium hold closed-door consultations on CAF"

"The Two Countries Had a Candid Exchange of Views on the CAF Issue"

"Leaders of the two countries held a two-hour private meeting"

France alerts Belgium about complex situation in central Afrikaans

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As allies of the Pact Organization, the officials and media of the two countries are more cautious in their wording, but Han Feng still sees some clues from it.

The news in Afrikaans is relatively closed. Cable network and TV signals are not popular here, and the cost of mobile data is quite expensive for ordinary people. Therefore, most people have a radio at home to receive broadcasts.

Han Feng also has one in his workshop.

Under such circumstances, it is normal for locals in Afrikaans not to understand these things, but Antoine, as a reporter, a French reporter, should not be unable to see the doorway.

Recently, Antoine would go out during the day. According to him, he was looking for material, but Han Feng was skeptical about it. Anyway, when he came to Huang Qiao's shop the next morning, Antoine was not there.

As soon as he entered the door, he happened to catch up with Huang Qiao and another curly-haired black man of medium build walking down the stairs side by side.

"Brother Han, I have to congratulate you. I heard that you went to the mayor's dinner last night?"

Seeing that it was Han Feng who came in, Huang Qiao walked quickly to the door and took Han Feng's hand: "If you get rich here in Afrikaans, you can't forget me, old brother."

In Han Feng's opinion, Huang Qiao is not a hard-working person. In fact, with his skills and abilities, he can try to take the local upper-level route, so this sentence is probably just a joke.

"Hey, don't others know that you don't know, as long as the money is paid, Abel will have as many invitations as you want, it's just that you don't want to go, brother."

This sentence is true, but as a cook, Huang Qiao could only have been a cook in the past. In fact, Han Feng heard Abel say during the chat last night that if the Belgian hadn’t brought the chef himself, Esper would The mayor is really planning to ask Huang Qiao to be the chef.

While the two were exchanging pleasantries, the man who had just been with Huang Qiao also walked down the stairs, and sat on a small stool beside him a little awkwardly.

"Let me introduce you. This is Hamduk. Before..." Huang Qiao stopped suddenly in the middle of her words, as if she didn't know how to continue.

　The plot of Boda Town is a bit procrastinated, try to speed up the progress later

　　
　
(End of this chapter)