American Warehouse Taobao King

  I was idle anyway, so there was an African supermarket when I had nothing to do. It made Yang Yong feel that his blood began to boil again, and he returned to the insurance that afternoon. Yang Yong immediately returned to normal, playing mahjong with the old man, teasing his African pet with some children, and then having dinner.

  The next day was Sunday and the continuous play these days made the physical strength of the elderly and children a little bit unable to keep up. Therefore, Yang Yong announced that he would take a day off on Sunday to restore his mental state, and then continue to play, which was approved by everyone.

  Lyman Castle has everything to eat and drink, plus all the bodyguards of the five brothers are here. The bodyguard team reached an astonishing fifty, and those African black buddies were carrying ak47s as peripheral security personnel. The castle is very safe. After the old people and children are settled in the castle, Yang Yong will be free and happy.

   After arranging everything, Yang Yong brought his own bodyguard team, as well as Smith, plus black guides and black translators. I drove five jeeps and two trucks out of the Lehman Reserve, all the way north to a small town called Baden, dozens of kilometers away. On the road, I encountered a lot of vehicles with the same destination as myself, and these vehicles are very old, but the speed of driving is really amazing, and they disappear in a flash.

   I just entered the main road of Baden town, and I encountered more and more people and cars. Although these Africans are rags, they are only tall and muscular. More than 95% of the people are carrying guns, but these guns are all kinds of old and old, and even saw the famous German rifle Mauser rifle during World War II. Of course, most of them are ak47s with relatively powerful firepower, sitting in groups of three or five on their own broken trucks.

   Seeing this black market lover pointing at these, the armed men in all kinds of tattered clothes said to Yang Yong. "Mr. Yang, most of these people with weapons are poachers. There are also some smugglers. They are all lifeless masters who live their lives and lick their blood. I can't tell when they will move their heads? To these People are very fierce, you don't need to provoke them."

   This time I came to visit the market, not to kill people. As long as the other party didn't provoke him, Yang Yong wouldn't start killing people. So I just nodded with a smile, drove forward for another kilometer without making a sound, and slowly saw that the crowd gathered and the car could not drive in. Everyone had to get out of the car. All the bodyguards took out their guns and surrounded them. Beside Yang Yong.

   protected Yang Yong from going inside. At this time, there were more and more people, and there were all kinds of pedestrians. They were all in tatters and rags, all in various ethnic costumes, some in suits and leather shoes, blacks, yellows, whites, all kinds of people. There are also rich people like Yang Yong who are surrounded by bodyguards. This is the characteristic of the black market. The poor sell and the rich buy, and everyone gets what they need. In the black market, there are only things you can't think of, and nothing you can't buy. It really makes a group of demons dance.

   And the market is very lively, full of hawkers in various languages, 99% of Yang Yong can't understand. Fortunately, I brought enough translators. The market trend of the black market is from south to north. There are various stalls on both sides of the road, selling everything.

   That is, there are many kinds of wild animal products, some live and some dead, and they are made into specimens. There are still parts in the state, and there are even booths for various weapons, and booths for various drugs. After walking a few dozen meters, Yang Yong even saw a stall selling slaves.

   Most of them are female slaves, and 100% are some black African women. The oldest of these poor girls is no more than thirty, and the youngest is seven or eight years old, all naked in cages. Seeing this, Yang Yong felt as if he had returned to the dark ages of the Middle Ages.

   Pointing to those locked in cages that are not like some goods, bought and sold, African women asked the guide puzzled. "Guide, I really can't imagine that there are still women who buy and sell. Are these people exaggerating? This is a black market, not a slave market. How could this happen."

   Seeing Yang Yong now seems to have become a saint, full of the radiance of divine mercy. Can't help but let the guide smile bitterly, if the guide doesn't know who Yang Yong is? He will definitely be deceived by representative Yang Yong. I thought that Yang Yong was a good man and a woman, but Yang Yong only asked this because he was very curious, so the guide didn't take it seriously and said with a smile.

   "Mr. Yang, do you know anything? Although Africa has formed dozens of countries, large and small. But these countries are not peaceful. As long as they go out of the capital, all places are basically land managed by their respective tribal chiefs."

"And one of these chiefs is a very noble and also a local emperor, but these tribes have lived in Africa for thousands of years, and they have friends and enemies. From time to time, you can hear which tribe is fighting, and the men on the losing side are basically all killed. , the elderly will also be buried alive."

"Meeting those valuable women can only be used as commodities to buy and sell, to increase the wealth of your tribe. The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit, this is the law of nature, and it has been like this for thousands of years. It is you outsiders who feel it. I'm very curious, people like us who are born and raised have already seen it, hahaha."

  My dear, what year is it now? And such savage behavior. Originally, Africa was only very democratic and harmonious on the surface, and all kinds of weird things could happen in the dark. Is it natural to see the few black people who accompany you? It is known that such human trafficking is very common in Africa.

   Of course, the people who were bought and sold were all black African girls. Yang Yong was not in a hurry. He just felt curious and asked the reason. It also didn't take this to heart, and instead focused all of its attention on a poacher selling wildlife stall next to the stand-alone stall.

  This stall is not big. It uses a simple wooden table custom-made with a tablecloth made of African bison hide on it. There are various African animal products on it. Among them is a machete made of rhino horn. It is very beautiful. Yang Yong fell in love with it at a glance. He came to the booth and took this rhino horn machete in his hand to play with. .

  This rhino horn is over thirty centimeters long and ten centimeters wide. I don't know how the round rhino horn was made, but the knife handle made of sterling silver that was pressed into a flat shape was inlaid with various gems. This is a machete. He slowly pulled out the scabbard and felt a flicker of cold light. The blade was steel blue, and Yang Yong could feel the coldness on his face across a dozen centimeters.

   It seems that this knife was made by a famous master. It cannot be said that it cuts iron like mud, but it is also a very rare treasure, a rare Arabian treasure. When the black stall owner saw Yang Yong in a suit and leather shoes and the bodyguards around him, he knew that the bully had come to the door, and said with a smile in the indigenous language.

   "Hello sir, it seems that you like this knife very much."