Soviet Godfather

At the end of June, the ngo charity organization-Friendly Africa, established in cooperation with the American Farmers Union, officially entered the operational stage. In order to prevent being discovered by the pervasive US regulators, Sergey Sha instructed Glencore, the Mediterranean Trading Company to register hundreds of shell companies in Bermuda and the Cayman Islands to provide assistance to this charitable organization. Yuri joined in with a big fanfare, and made donations to Friendship Africa in the name of casinos and hotels under his own name. Since investing in charity can avoid taxation, Sergei left a lot of money with this sum alone.

In the name of helping Africa famine, Friendly Africa purchased wheat and barley at a lower price than the current market price from the Department of Agriculture and the American Farmers Union. Then hire the fleet to transport to Italy for the next step. Friendly Africa is headquartered in the United States, and its employees are ordinary citizens with innocent wealth recruited from the society, but this is not the case in Italy. Here are all Yakov's subordinates. In order to reduce unnecessary troubles, in addition to the normal work arrangements, the headquarters of Youai Africa and the Italian branch have minimized the exchanges. The US headquarters only needs to raise funds and purchase grain, while the transshipment and actual business of the grain are all Arranged in Italy.

In early July, the first cargo ship bound for Somalia from Italy finally set sail. Despite all the unwillingness, Chebyshev set foot on the cargo ship. Most of the food on board is old grains eliminated from Italy. Even if they are shipped back to the Soviet Union, these grains are treated as fodder. In addition, there are corn and other food varieties that the Soviet people are not accustomed to. Although the Soviet Union is suffering from a food famine, the food famine is not a famine, and the Soviets don't just put everything in their mouths. And the hungry people in Africa are waiting for food to save their lives.

Chebyshev felt a little ironic. He obviously joined a triad organization, but now he is working as a charity organization. There were a total of ten people who went to Mogadishu with Chebyshev. There were only two members from the Soviet Union, and one of them was from Central Asia. The remaining members are mostly from Eastern European countries, Poland, Yugoslavia and Albania. Chebyshev is considered their little leader among these people. The task that everyone received was to distribute relief food on behalf of Friendly Africa in Mogadishu, and then took photos and sent them to the US headquarters.

After leaving Italy, the cargo ship headed east, crossing the famous Suez Canal, and across the Red Sea to Mogadishu. When Chebyshev stepped off the cargo ship, Chebyshev felt a bit sad about the vast slums in the capital of Somalia, where the end was invisible. His first thought was where to buy vodka in the future.

This side of the wharf is actually controlled and occupied by United Nations forces. Military vehicles with un signs are everywhere here. Chebyshev is now the head of Friendship Africa ngo in Somalia, and it is natural for him to show his face. Officials from the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations rushed over after learning that an unknown charity had brought the whole ship of wheat. After communicating through an interpreter, Chebyshev finally figured out what the other party was coming from. It turned out that the other party asked him whether he would hand over this ship of food to the United Nations to manage it on his behalf. As for the reason, United Nations officials also told Chebyshev that if there is no **** by armed forces, as long as this ship's grain is transported out of the port, it will be robbed by the troops controlled by the warlord. Chebyshev didn't want to trouble himself, he simply agreed to the other party's suggestion.

Since Friendship Africa does not yet have an office here, Chebyshev sat in a UN military vehicle, escorted food from the dock, and rushed to the UN material warehouse. There are garrison and garrison living areas there, and the convoy has to pass through the city of Mogadishu along the way. Chebyshev saw the beggars chasing the convoy on the side of the road, the disabled with lack of arms and legs, and almost all of them were carrying weapons. Some sweat leaked out of Chebyshev's forehead unknowingly, and he felt that he was staring at him with malicious eyes, and the eyes came from the people watching by the side of the road.

Chebyshev’s hunch was actually correct, as early as when they arrived at the port of Mogadishu. The news that someone had brought a ship of grain spread throughout Mogadishu. When hundreds of people starve to death in a city every day, the value of a ship of grain is less than that of a ship of gold. The city is now controlled by hundreds of warlords, large and small, and everyone knows the importance of this batch of food. Here, food is the salaries, money, and weapons. On the black market, you can exchange food for all kinds of things you need.

Chebyshev looked out of the country through the narrow window~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The window could not be opened at all. Neither air conditioner in the car is so stuffy. The heat and fear made Chebyshev a little crazy. He cursed the Gorky Brotherhood, Nikolai, Baranikov and other people and organizations that caused him to fall here. How much Chebyshev wants to sit in the air-conditioned cinema at this moment and have a cool beer or Kvass!

After Chebyshev returned to the station, he arranged visa and accommodation for his subordinates. Most of the grain in a ship is waiting to be unloaded at the port. After all, the food returned with the car is a minority. But Chebyshev doesn't need to worry about this anymore, because he has entrusted UN staff to handle the food. What Chebyshev has to do now is to wait until the relief food is distributed, take more photos and send it back to the headquarters of Youai Africa to prove that he has indeed fulfilled his duties and obligations, and then contact the headquarters to ship the second batch of food.

After finishing the formalities with great difficulty, Chebyshev planned to take a rest and then went to the barracks to see if there was a suitable office space to rent. Chebyshev didn't go out until the sun was about to set. He took a few of his men and hired trusted local security personnel introduced by the United Nations. Because this generation is close to the military camp, security is very high, so many ngos have rented offices here. Not far from the office street, you can see heavily armed un soldiers, and some local hawkers who specialize in foreign business.

Just when Chebyshev was bored, a scent of alcohol came into his nose. When he looked at the source of the smell, he actually saw an open-air bar. Although there were only a few bad tables and a few broken chairs, business was exceptionally good, so Chebyshev beckoned to his men, turned and walked towards the bar.