"Hell, don't the people here have the habit of keeping accounts? We don't even know what's going on here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"What do I see? There is everywhere in all the corners of here, why not build a toilet? ”

"Take that garbage out there and burn it on the spot, I don't want to see it again."

As soon as dawn, Qin Weidong began to clean up the palace square and continued to increase his strength. Since the advance team consisted of 12 adults plus 1/2 children, it was obviously not enough to make use of manpower on the spot. And the only thing he could use was the newly freed slaves.

It's not quite right to say 'free', because the city mob didn't hold slaves at all. These people actually have no way out but to survive by clinging to the thugs. The mob used force to collect all kinds of daily necessities and exploit the fruits of the labor of the slaves at the bottom.

The slaves were not grateful and fearful of the arrival of the advance party. They have been through too much of the 'Changing King Banner at the head of the city', and no matter who rules them, everything looks the same. The group in front of them looked ......, and seemed to be only a little better.

The advance team kept Havana informed of the current situation. And since Zhou Qingfeng got the Canadian enclave, Havana is also full of talents. Faced with the problems of the front line, Lena. Fox even organized experts in psychology and sociology to find ways to cope.

Regarding the general inferiority complex and fear of black Africans towards whites, Qin Weidong asked the old Harris to come forward to appease them, and rewarded the backbone personnel with cigarettes for their hard work.

Huairou also has to exert coercion ......, but with Ma Shi, everything is enough.

On the other hand, according to the understanding before the advance team, there are nearly a million Chinese living in Angola, and the capital Luanda has the largest number. They opened supermarkets in the cities, sold domestically produced daily necessities, and even opened hospitals and clinics, and built farms outside the cities to provide agricultural products in large quantities.

In order to live a good life, Chinese traveled to every corner of the world - it is said that even the Eskimos have Chinese commissaries everywhere.

And now that these Chinese are all gone, Qin Weidong has searched every local he can ask at present, but no one knows where those Chinese who used to be all over the city have gone?

Standing in the palace square built in the seventeenth century, surrounded by a pile of centuries-old buildings, Qin Weidong looked at the busy slaves around him, but his heart was full of doubts - there is no reason that not a single Chinese is gone, where have they all gone?

At this moment, there was a humming engine in the sky, and the airship of the advance party was landing. All the slaves were both curious and puzzled by this big one, and no one knew the origin of this sudden team.

"Let the slaves pull the gold out." Qin Weidong ordered on the walkie-talkie.

With all the supplies and equipment off the airship, the massive creature was a liability. Qin Weidong decided to let him fly back to Havana by himself, and the autopilot system could complete the operation of unmanned flight across the Atlantic, which would also facilitate the transportation of supplies to the advance team in the future.

About five tons of gold were also transported. Lena. When Fox learned that the gold had been found in the city of Luanda, he immediately demanded that the gold be shipped back to Havana. The Legion's currency shortage is getting worse, deflation is hurting the economy, and this gold comes just in time.

Qin Ming walked out of the airship, after a night's rest, the injury in his thigh was recovering, and the effect of the 'treatment needle' was miraculous. Watching the slaves push the wooden crates of gold into the airship, he asked in amazement, "Is there so much gold in Africa?" ”

"Trust me, Africa is richer than you can imagine. The suffering here is man-made. Zhang Hong instructed the slaves to work and replied casually.

"Really?" Qin Ming didn't feel that there was anything rich about this land, but it was very rustic. The infrastructure looks terrible, and the people aren't very good. He asked, a little bored. "Is there anything I can do? I think I'm recovering well. ”

"...... you? Go help Mr. Fuller clean up the warehouse. The bandits here have been looting everywhere for more than a year, and the looting has been piled up, both good and bad.

But the thugs here only know how to rob but do not know how to use them, and they never keep accounts, and after a long time, there are more things, and there is confusion in personnel, which leads to a large number of looted items being thrown aside. We'll have to clean it up and see if there's anything that comes in handy. ”

Zhang Hong pointed to a row of houses in the distance and sent Qin Ming over. As soon as Qin Ming limped over, he saw the Belgian engineer, a white man named Fuller, who was directing a group of low-level slaves to clean up one house after another.

After being informed of his intentions, Qin Ming was assigned ten ordinary black slaves. His job was to clean up house by house, because the thugs themselves had no idea how much they had robbed.

"Those bastards just like to grab and throw them away in the warehouse or in the open air. People here still have a bad memory, and often forget what they did today the next day. So no one can figure out what's here.

You must know that the city of Luanda is the capital of Angola and the most important foreign trade port in Angola, and it is actually quite rich in goods.

Actually, our cleanup was quite fun, as if we were digging for treasure. Because you don't know what's in a tarpaulin you lift, a door you push open, or a box you open? Mr. Fuller explained the situation in simple words.

Qin Ming nodded with interest, and he also felt that this matter was a bit interesting. In fact, the first room he opened contained an extremely rare cargo - palm oil. Barrel after barrel of palm oil, stuffing an entire house.

"Oh my God, that's at least two hundred barrels, thirty tons." Mr. Fuller had opened several rooms that the mob had used as warehouses and storage rooms, but most of them were moldy sisal and cloth, and nothing was as useful as the palm oil.

"How can the bandits here have palm oil?" Qin Ming didn't understand anything, he only knew that he had found many, many big barrels. At first, he thought it was gasoline, but who knew that it was palm oil, which was more valuable than gasoline, and these edible fats and fats were in high demand even in Havana.

"Angola grows a large area of African oil palm, and it produces a large amount of palm oil every year, exporting millions of tonnes. It's all too normal for thugs to grab these things. I bet it's just part of the cargo, there must be more nearby. ”

In the last days, oil is an extremely important supply. Adequate fat intake is essential to ensure good health and strength. In peacetime, a barrel of cooking oil can be easily purchased in a supermarket. But in the last days, you're afraid you'll have to fight for your life.

Mr. Fuller became extremely excited, and he began to concentrate on searching the vicinity of the house. Sure enough, in the large pile of garbage in the open air, a large number of oil drums ready to be exported abroad were found, and the amount was extremely staggering, hundreds of tons.

"The chaos has overshadowed a lot of wealth, and if this oil could be put to good use, it could save at least thousands of lives." Seeing the rusty oil drums being thrown in the corner, Mr. Fuller was sad, "If only I had found these things sooner." ”

"It's not too late to find out." At this time, Qin Ming had some feelings about what Zhang Hong said just now, 'Africa is very rich', but he sneered unceremoniously: "Africans are all beggars guarding the golden mountain, no wonder the people here will starve to death, they deserve it." ”