City: I was made a god in the garbage dump!

Chapter 234 Binka's Story

At that time, Binka had less than [-] dollars on his body, wandered among the refugee piles for more than ten days, and finally came to South Africa.

His whole body was in tatters, his head was unkempt, and the people of the Bank of Africa even threw him out the door as a beggar.

Binka was kicked out.

Wandering on the street, there were a lot of refugee smugglers around Africa in that period, looking at the many skinny refugees kneeling on the street.

It was difficult for Binka to think of the people in his own area. Compared with these refugees, are they similar to them?
Deeply stimulated, Bingka endured the cold weather in winter, hid at night beside the water outlet of an artificial lake, gritted his teeth and washed his whole body.

As a result, when my whole body was frozen and stiff, I was caught by the South African patrol who looked for the sound of water with a flashlight and thought I was a refugee bathing and polluting the artificial lake water.

At that time, Binka was so cold that he couldn't speak fluently, and he hadn't had time to take out the ID card inside his clothes to prove his identity.

Inspector Feinan didn't listen to a word, and directly arrested Binka, naked and wearing only a pair of shorts, and threw him into a dark cell.

Except for a pair of shorts, everything else on his body was thrown at the water outlet by the artificial lake.

Identification, dozens of dollars, and a pile of paperwork were all lost.

Even if Binka is not a refugee, there is nothing he can do now, looking at the many people who are about to be deported in the same cell.

Binka loudly tries to identify herself.

When he called out his name "Takinia", the inspector next to him laughed disdainfully, what small area?

Never heard of the name.

Binka tried to explain his origins.

The inspectors managed to shut him up with violence. His mouth and nose were bleeding from the beating on the spot. It was cold weather and he had nothing to lose. He was being beaten severely.

That night, Binka was shivering in a coma with a high fever in a small corner.

The inspectors noticed Binka, who was trembling in a coma, and were about to drag him out and let him die.

Binkka was delirious, and kept chanting the words "Tacoginia" when he was dragged out.

Several responsible inspectors were surprised and moved with compassion.

The area of ​​Takinia is so small that it is not even as well-known as the area next door where wars often occur.

This extremely barren area seems to have been forgotten by the world, and no one remembers this area at all.

So are they.

Several people poured some anti-inflammatory drugs into Bingka, wrapped him in several cups, put him in the car, and then returned to the artificial lake where he was arrested yesterday, which had a water outlet.

Fortunately, no one cared about the pile of tattered clothes.

Sure enough, several people found a crumpled paper identification document inside the clothes, as well as a pile of written documents and some tightly wrapped money.

Looking at the information on the identity certificate, there is also a certificate written by the President of Takhina.

Several people were silent.

When they got back to the car and looked at Binka huddled in the back seat of the car, they had no idea that this young man who looked exactly like a refugee was actually the director of a region.

This look?
Several inspectors drove back again and told the chief inspector about Binka. The chief inspector was very surprised when he heard this.

But I didn't do much, just let someone take care of it a little bit, and leave the rest to fate.

As a result, Binka, who was still dying during the day, just woke up abruptly during the day.

The inspector responsible for taking care of it quickly called for someone to come. Binka just looked at the quilt on his body and immediately understood something.

When the inspector heard this, he came and was amazed. He didn't expect Binka to wake up so quickly.

Bingka forced a laugh, and only said, "My task is not finished yet, and my compatriots are still suffering. How can I continue to sleep?"

A word out.

Everyone couldn't help admiring that a young man who was only in his 20s had such great perseverance.

The chief inspector appreciates it and asks people to take good care of him.

Binka was grateful, even though he was beaten for this only the day before, after many inspectors heard about Binka.

Aside from being curious, I felt guilty, and I took good care of Binka, and prepared some decent clothes and medicine, so that he could recover from his injuries before making other plans.

Binka only had one day off.

On the second day, she wore clothes, and covered a swollen bump with a hat on her head. Although her nose was bruised and her face was swollen, she still cleaned herself up.

Many inspectors persuaded him to rest for a few more days.

Binka shook his head and bowed down to thank the many inspectors one by one.

"One more day I stay here, one more of my compatriots will die from eating earth cakes."

"It's not that I can't wait for time, it's that time won't wait for me."

"Even if it is still a failure to go now, then I have to try a few more opportunities to fail."

After speaking, Binka limped out.

Numerous inspectors silently watched Binka's back from behind.

It was the second time that Bingka walked into the gate of the Bank of South Africa.

When he walked into the door of the regional loan office, he was still the same person as last time.

It was only a few days later, and the receptionist was obviously surprised as to why Binka had a bruised nose and face.

Bingka didn't care about the teasing from the reception staff, and still calmly talked about the possibility of his own regional economic plan and the possibility of repaying the 30 US dollars.

The reception staff didn't care about what Yibinka said at all. An area with no development potential, even an area that is difficult to find on the map, has no investment potential.

Bingka tried his best to put forward his own development plans, saying that Takhinia must be able to develop.

But when everything was said and done, the receptionist looked at Binka like a circus monkey, and Binka was deeply stimulated.

The receptionist still refused Binka's request without hesitation.

And express it directly.

"We're not going to give any loans to a place where few people even know English."

Not to be outdone, Bingka hugged her clothes and said solemnly:

"We are poor now! But definitely not in the future!"

"I will come again!"

The receptionist didn't pay any attention to Binka's words. He said nonchalantly that if you are willing to come, then you can come. It was nothing more than saying "No!" a few more times!

The reception staff didn't even know what they were talking about at this time.

From then on, Binka made up his mind to live in an unoccupied corner directly behind the bank.

Holding the quilt given by the inspector, she slept directly on the ground, and guarded the receptionist at the bank gate every day before dawn.

At the beginning, the receptionist saw Bingka every day and could deal with it casually as an after-dinner.

But until he could see Binka standing at the gate of the bank every day waiting for him to go to work.

The receptionist became restless.

Because Bingka said different things every day, and each time he spoke eloquently, the receptionist began to worry that he would be hypnotized if he didn't pay attention one day.

The reception staff asked the security personnel to expel Binka.

Bingka changes his goal every day.

When Binka knocked on the receptionist's door on a rainy day, the receptionist will never forget the panic when he saw Binka at the door.

Angrily called to inspect.

I thought that after the inspector took the guest card away, I would feel at ease, but I still saw the guest card at the bank gate the next day.

The feeling of being fucked is self-evident.

The reception staff wanted to shoot Binka directly, but Binka looked serious and organic, and the reception staff had no reason to draw their guns.

So I could only keep calling the inspector.

Every inspection is very serious promise.

But the guest card would still appear at the bank door unscathed the next day, and nearly a month had passed like this.

The reception staff were overwhelmed by torture, as if Binka was everywhere.

More importantly, the appearance of Binka greatly affected his other businesses.

Finally one day.

The receptionist couldn't bear it anymore, and rushed out of the bank angrily, twisting the bin card and sending him all the way to the inspector.

Many inspectors looked at Binka who was being turned over, and quickly surrounded him, even the chief inspector came out.

The receptionist angrily asked the inspectors to deport Binka.

But they didn't even know that the inspector and Binka were together.

The inspector was indifferent to the receptionist's anger, and it was only at this time that the receptionist realized why he called the inspector so many times, and Binka always showed up at the bank door on time the next day.

The receptionist suddenly felt that he had underestimated this "little boy" who was supposed to be incompetent, but he showed extremely strong perseverance.

The chief inspector looked at the reception staff with uncertain faces, and stepped forward to speak for Binka.

"If you can't believe that there's no ability to repay the loan in that area of ​​Takhina."

"Then why can't you believe that this young man in front of you has the ability to make Takhinia rich?"

"There is not enough loan guarantee, so I wonder if this young man is eligible to be that guarantee?"

The chief inspector's words made the reception staff feel very uncomfortable, and they turned and left angrily.

The receptionist left, and Binka himself didn't know if the receptionist would be even more angry.

But Binca is ready to go on.

On the second day, Bingka dressed up as usual and walked into the Bank of Africa, but was unexpectedly not stopped by anyone.

But the moment he opened the door, he still saw the cold expression of the reception staff, this time, no matter what Binka was saying.

The reception staff just sat in their office chairs with blank expressions and processed documents.

Binka was a little disappointed. After talking about her plan, she stood up and prepared to leave.

A document was suddenly placed on his desk.

Followed by cold words:

"Sign! Your name!"

Binka was stunned and looked at the paper.

The words "African National Bank Regional Assistance Loan Agreement" came into view, and the amount column contained a series of amounts without any surprise.

$30 million!
A look of joy flashed across Binka's expression, he took a quick look, and quickly signed his name.

Binka stood up and thanked the receptionist excitedly. The receptionist ignored Binka's thanks at all and handed all the documents and a bank card to Binka.

Sitting directly on the chair, resting his forehead with one hand, he closed his eyes and waved his hand as if very tired.

"Thank you!"

"I will definitely repay this loan!"

Bingka thanked him solemnly, took the pile of "heavy weight" things and left the African South Bank, and thanked many people who helped him one by one.

He was sent away from the South African region by everyone.

Along the way, Binka was eager to return home with 30 US dollars in his arms. Looking at the barren yellow sand outside the bus, Binka's determination became even stronger.

The President of Tacogenia was very pleased to hear the news of Bingka's successful return, and at the right time, various changes and turmoil in the region.

The newly-elected president is also an aspiring doer, and has continued to take various strong actions in the region.

Provided strong support to Binka's plan.

Binka, who received strong support, felt as if he had been given a shot in the arm, and quickly started his plan.

plant trees!Livestock!It is Binka's plan. Takhinia has no history of artificially planting fruit trees. In fact, the entire African region does not even have a history of planting fruit trees.

Not to mention serious animal husbandry.

But in the whole of Africa, there is a drought-tolerant fruit tree of great economic value, that is, the sausage tree!
The sausage tree is also known as the tree of life in the whole of Africa, and the sausage fruit can reach the length of an adult's forearm.

Before sausage fruit was unprocessed, a large number of animals in the whole Africa could eat sausage fruit to satisfy their hunger.

But it is highly toxic to humans.

However, it is this kind of fruit that is highly toxic to humans. After baking, not only does the toxicity disappear, but it can also produce a unique aroma.

Not only can it be eaten to satisfy the hunger, it is also the only raw material for brewing beer in all African regions.

And through this fruit shell, it can also become food for large omnivores in wild boars.

In this way, planting sausage trees can achieve a variety of economic purposes.

Solving these problems, the only problem left is how to grow sausage trees.

There is basically no experience in artificial planting and animal husbandry in their area, and they can only learn from the experience of other areas.

Binka’s learning goal is the distant eastern country, Hua Lianhe, which has a history of planting and animal husbandry for thousands of years!

At that time, Hualian has several regional public welfare assistance programs in the whole African region.

Binka tried his best to contact Hualian, and the response he got was quite smooth.

The aid team from the All-Africa region of Hualian came to Takhina to inspect the local climate and planting conditions.

Binka's plan was affirmed.

At the same time, he taught Binka and some Takhinians how to plant sausage trees, how to raise livestock, and what kind of vegetation to plant as companion plants for sausage tree saplings.

How to collect excrement and mix soil to ferment natural fertilizers, use drip irrigation technology to save water to the greatest extent, and even teach them how to grow sweet potatoes, corn and potatoes.

In a month-long period, Bingka and the team he formed benefited a lot.

Hua United's aid team did not take any money until they left, which made Binka and many Takinians extremely grateful.

After the aid team left.

Binka quickly organized a group of people and began to plant sausage trees and other food crops on a small scale.

(End of this chapter)