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The two sat opposite each other across the reception table. "Mr. Stanley, can you tell me some interesting things about Africa?" Constantine said.

Hearing such words, Stanley looked at the young Duke in front of him and thought to himself, it seems that he is a child who likes strange things in foreign countries.

"Okay," Stanley said, glancing at Nina in front of the window.

"He is my maid, Nina, it's okay" Constantine saw Stanley's movements.

"Okay, let me tell you about my experience in Africa. Our expedition team bought some unsalable cotton cloth from London that had been overstocked for many years, as well as some clothes that were in the warehouse, or simply some clothes that were thrown away. I just It can be said that those things are impossible to sell in any country in Europe. Those cotton cloths are not so much called cotton cloth as they are white clay and paste," Stanley said.

"But what does cotton have to do with white soil and paste?" Nina asked curiously, obviously, the African story is more attractive than the coastal scenery outside the window.

"A beautiful and lovely lady like you really doesn't understand the inner workings. Those profiteers will rack their brains to reduce costs and increase profits. How can we use very little cotton thread to weave cotton cloth that feels particularly thick? The secret is to hang the slurry. The woven cotton cloth is passed through the slurry. Some profiteers directly use white clay mud to slurry the slurry. The cotton cloth treated in this way feels thick and bright in color. Some people who do not understand can easily be deceived." , seeing that young and beautiful girls also like to listen to stories, Stanley told it with more interest.

"Can't such cotton be deceived? Wouldn't it be exposed after washing it once?" Nina became even more curious.

"Yes, people who buy this kind of low-quality cloth only need to take it home and wash it once, and it will shrink and it will no longer be as thick and bright as before." Stanley looked like you don't know.

"Do Africans also buy those shabby clothes?" Nina looked in disbelief.

"Haha, why doesn't anyone buy it? Who are the indigenous people you know and what do they usually wear?" Stanley said and felt even happier.

"What to wear, it should be animal skins. Since they are called indigenous, they are ignorant and they definitely don't know how to make clothes," Nina replied.

"No, no, the temperature in the Gangguo River Basin remains at 25 degrees to 40 degrees all year round. Wherever you can wear animal skins, it will be extremely hot. They wear clothes made of hay and leaves." Nina said more and more Guessing it wrong, Stanley seemed to be getting happier.

"Weaving leaves into clothes?" Nina's eyes widened in disbelief.

Constantine nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that Africans also had purchasing power.

"But Mr. Stanley, there's one thing I don't quite understand. The goods you brought, well, I can barely count them as goods. What did the Africans use to buy them? I mean, they don't have pounds or francs to pay the bill." ”, asked Constantine.

It seemed that he did not expect Constantine to ask such a direct question, and Stanley was a little surprised.

"Of course they don't have pounds or francs, but they still have their own simple currency, which is a copper rod that the locals use as trading currency. Of course, we occasionally trade some food, such as cassava, bananas, etc. We also get some ivory from time to time,” Stanley explained.

"So it seems that the copper mines in Congo are indeed rich?" Constantine asked.

"I'm afraid not only are the copper mines rich in reserves, elephants can be seen everywhere there. If the ivory traders saw it, they would definitely go crazy. When the locals saw us accepting ivory, they turned around and took out a lot of ivory for trade. According to my guess, That's probably what they took from the dead elephant," Stanley replied.

"In the Congo River Basin, the most popular thing is the knives we bring from Europe. In order to get a sharp European steel knife, they are willing to exchange all their wealth," Stanley said proudly.

It can be seen that this guy has made a lot of extra money. In the past two or three years, I am afraid that the money he has earned from those Africans may not be as good as the remuneration paid to him by Constantine.

“Moreover, the Congolese people in our base camp in Kinshasa have a peculiar habit. In order to get a piece of European fashion, they would rather go hungry and work for us just to wear clothes from civilized Europe. , especially Parisian clothes, they would do whatever it takes just to have bright and beautiful clothes. What’s even weirder is that those people wear European fashions that they worked hard to get, and parade in public, and the Africans around them will express their envy. Looking at them with jealous eyes. To be honest, their mentality of showing off is really incomprehensible to me." Stanley clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Really? Spending all your wealth just for a piece of luxury clothing? How could there be such a stupid person?" Nina looked in disbelief and her eyes widened.

"It's a pity that you can't go to Africa and have a look. The world is so big and full of wonders, not just luxury goods. The tribal chiefs were stunned after seeing us hunting with rifles. They often asked our expedition members if we could sell them some. Rifles, we will only sell them if you want them to be traded." Stanley looked proud.

It seems that there is indeed money to be made from adventure in Africa. It is no wonder that so many people rush to Europe in droves. It turns out that adventure itself can make a fortune.

"It seems that Mr. Stanley must have made a lot of money from Africans, right?" Even Constantine was a little bit amused. With my huge sponsorship, he made a lot of extra money for himself. This was not a vain advantage. What?

Stanley seemed to see what Constantine was thinking, and said quickly: "It's not all pleasant memories. After all, we are in the uncivilized southern African continent, and there are many tribes that are not so easy to talk to. Not all Africans are good at it." There are those who have the concept of trading, and there are also those who have malicious intentions and intend to rob," Stanley explained.

"Not only that, people in the expedition team often get sick and die. You also know the damn climate in the Congo River Basin, hot and rainy, malaria, dysentery, and annoying mosquitoes. In Africa, where there is a lack of medical treatment, almost everyone The color changed when we talked about it." Stanley said this, feeling a little depressed.

"Your Excellency, most Africans are very optimistic and always smile on their faces. I think this is probably their natural character. In the Congo River Basin, the plants are evergreen all year round. There is no lack of food or hunger and cold all year round. , for them, it is a feeling that they have never experienced before. I think they probably do not have this word in their vocabulary. Although compared to Europe, they are uncivilized and do not have as advanced science and technology as we do, but they But they live a happy, self-sufficient, and always smiling life. Sometimes I even think, what’s wrong with living a mediocre and ignorant life like them? On the contrary, we, the Europeans who claim to be civilized and intelligent, rack our brains. Satisfy your own desires, be busy, and run around all day long." When he said this, Stanley became even more depressed.

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