After arriving in Tshwane from Yanjing, Miao Di hurried to the mansion of his boss Huntelaar.

Huntelaar had just finished a conference call, his face was a little haggard, and he met Miu Di in the office, "You disappointed me that nothing came of it in Yanjing. ”

Huntelaar is a moody person, even if he is scolding, there is no change in his face, Miu Di has been working under Huntelaar for many years, and he knows that the boss's mood is very bad at this time.

Miao Di knelt down resignedly, and said with a crying voice: "I have already arranged it, but I didn't expect that there would be mistakes. ”

Huntelaar said in a deep voice: "Martiel's appearance in the public eye today, he doesn't seem to have any problems, this will shake those forces that have come close to me, you must act quickly." If Matiel's illness is cured, it will be detrimental to my plans. ”

Miao Di nodded hurriedly and promised: "Matiel's illness has been treated for a long time, and many foreign experts have been hired, but no solution has been found. I had someone in contact with a specialist who had treated Matir, and Matir's condition was so strange that there was no cure at all. The Huaxia doctor named Su Tao is very young and a Chinese medicine practitioner, and although the data shows that he has created many miracles, I think those honors contain water. I believe that this time is the same, Martiel can only accept his fate in the end. ”

Huntelaar stood up and paced back and forth in the office, and ordered in a deep voice: "In this way, you immediately find some people to dispose of the doctor named Su Tao, you know what to do, you have to find a professional, your hands and feet must be clean, and don't be stingy with money." Now that we have reached the most critical moment in my fight to the death with Matiel, we cannot take it lightly. ”

Miao Di frowned and asked hesitantly: "He is now a member of the visiting delegation, if something happens, will it cause diplomatic contradictions and international disputes?"

Waving his hand impatiently, Huntelaar said unhappily: "As long as the means are clean and the relationship with us is severed, as for whether it will cause international disputes, what does it have to do with us?"

Unlike Martiel, Huntelaar's international friends are all from Western countries, and if relations between South Africa and China become bad, his Western friends will be very happy.

"Okay, I'll do it. Miu Di nodded respectfully.

"Well, you've worked hard this time. However, the hard work is worth it, and when I take control of this country, you will be the first hero. Huntelaar said quietly.

After meeting Midi, Huntelaar came to the dining room, where a handsome black lady sat on a chair with an expensive ring shawl, "Come and enjoy the food." ”

"Sorry, suddenly something has to be taken care of. The servant behind him pulled out his chair, and Huntelaar sat on the chair, staring at the woman opposite, and praised, "Didina, you are very beautiful today." ”

"You're not right today, I'm not a three-year-old, our son is twenty years old. The black lady smiled.

She knew that her marriage to her husband was originally a political cooperation, and if Huntelaar didn't fancy that he had royal blood, how could he be so polite to herself?

Huntelaar's attitude towards himself, which is polite on the surface, is actually nothing more than a disguise. As for his calmness and elegance, it is just a façade.

"By the way, when will Charité be back?" Huntelaar quickly changed the subject, picked up his red wine glass, and took a sip.

"I think it's almost there, I'll give you a call and ask. Didina took out her phone and ran into the dining room in a frenzy.

"I'm sorry, father, mother, I was a few minutes late, and after class, I wasted some time discussing a difficult problem with my classmates. The young man, dressed in jeans and a leather jacket, secretly spit out the gum from his mouth and smiled.

When the young man's eyes were on Huntelaar, there was an instinctive fear. He had thought that his father was not at home today as usual, so he had a party with a few friends, and it had been a long time since he received news from Didina, so he rushed back in such a hurry that his clothes were not changed.

He knew that his father hated his street dress the most, like a civilian.

Huntelaar glanced at the boy's clothes dissatisfied, frowned and said to his wife: "I asked Charitt's tutor yesterday, Charité has been very bad at schoolwork recently, often skips school, and even fights privately with people who don't know each other. ”

Seeing that her father was blaming herself, Charitt's face became ugly, and she stood at the table, did not dare to sit down, and glanced at her mother for help.

"Charité is still a child, and he should be given enough freedom. You want to tie his hands and feet, that will only tie him down. Didina whispered, "There's no need to keep his spirits so tense. ”

Huntelaar waved his hand in displeasure and said angrily, "Didina, you should know who I am busy for everything I am fighting for now. Charité has royal blood in his veins, and he is the one who is destined to become king. You are so loose about his education now, how can you make him a qualified king?"

Didina suddenly said angrily, "To be king, that's not Charité's idea, it's not my wish, it's your ambition, right?"

Huntelaar slammed the wine glass on the ground and said in a cold tone: "From today onwards, the Charité is grounded, and you, don't go out for anything unimportant." ”

With that, Huntelaar turned to leave the dining room and walked towards the stairs.

Didina glanced at Charité with guilt, and when she saw that her son was bowing his head and not speaking, she said distressedly, "I'm sorry, dear Charité. ”

Charité angrily glanced at the back of Huntelaar leaving, "What's wrong with you? Why is it always you who apologizes? It's me who is at fault, it's him who is at fault, it's definitely not you." ”

Didina said bitterly, "Because I feel sorry for you." I want you to live an ordinary life, but there is nothing you can do. "The net starts

Seeing that Didina was in great pain, the anger in her eyes flashed, she walked to Didina's side, hugged her body, and whispered, "Mom, I have grown up, and I should protect you." Someday, I will take you out of this golden wire birdcage and breathe the air freely. Charité leaned into her mother's ear and said emotionally.

Didina's eyes were full of tears, and a smile of relief appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Son, I believe in you. ”

"Let's start eating, oh, you prepared Brady for me today, I think I can eat so much alone. Charité sat down and ate happily.

South Africa's Brady and Tohoku stews are similar in that they are made with a variety of ingredients, such as tender lamb and flowering plants from South Africa that only grow in winter, and secret spices.

The delicious taste on the tip of the tongue can make the mother and son forget about their predicament and depression for a while.

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After poor Miudi left the mansion, he began to be busy again, and he was very angry at the moment, and he hated Nicholas who had rebelled, and he hated the visitors from China, and even more so the harsh boss of Huntelaar.

But now he can only obediently carry out Huntelaar's orders and try his best to kill that Huaxia Chinese medicine doctor. Miudi has now stepped back into the background to help Huntelaar with some hidden matters, and before that, he was not only a famous lawyer, but also had many ways to kill people.

He grew up in the chaotic old town of Hillbro, a haven for illegal immigrants from Nigeria, Zimbabwe and Kenya, where at its peak there were 20 homicides a day, but only one local was arrested, and the South African police had to form a team to enter the neighborhood.

Miudy had to call a few old friends and get them from Johannesburg's Hillbro Street to Tshwane, where the outlaws killed in the market were easier to control than the so-called mercenaries, and when the matter was over, it was easy to lurk and hide clues.

Half a day later, several black men in suits came to a nondescript bar, and Miudy had been waiting for a long time and beckoned to them. These blacks often solve some troubles for decent people, Huntelaar can make a fortune, and it has something to do with their group, when they meet the wrong politicians, they will be assassinated, the cost is not high, but the effect is very good.

These blacks are very familiar with these things, and it is not difficult at all.

"A map of the hotel, plastic gloves, a silent* pistol, a car carrying the corpses, and chemicals to wash away the blood, these things are ready. Miudy said in a deep voice, "You've got to go on a mission tonight." ”

"In such a hurry?" the blacks were idle and did not like this very urgent task.

Miao Di smiled slightly, took out an aluminum alloy suitcase from his feet, opened the lock, and pushed down in front of the other party, "This is just a down payment, all dollars, and after you complete the task, there will be another final payment." ”

The black man led by him didn't expect the commission to be so much this time, and there was a look of greed in his eyes, "No problem, we'll work at night." ”

Sure enough, as he expected, as long as he gave enough money, these old friends had no reason not to obey their arrangements, Miao Di reminded: "This time the target is a member of the Huaxia delegation, and he has professional bodyguards by his side, so you should be very cautious." ”

The black man was a little surprised: "No wonder they will give so many commissions, it turns out that they are against the Chinese." "In South Africa, the Chinese are an immobile group, not only united, but also closely protected by the government.

"What? Are you scared?" Miudi deliberately used the agitation method, these old friends have enough courage, but their IQ and emotional intelligence are not enough.

"Scared?" the black man grinned, showing his snow-white teeth, "You know that Hilbro Street is hell on earth, and the people who come out of it never know what fear is, because we are fighting against death every day. ”