I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

"The third-level police officer, Mr. Kanute, publicly solicits bribes and threatens foreign citizens who enter the country normally with his official rights. This is a serious violation of the police conduct regulations of the Ministry of the Interior of the Republic of Mali. On behalf of the inspector of the Immigration Bureau of the Ministry of the Interior at the International Airport, I immediately dismissed the third-level police. Mr. Kanout’s duties and ranks, and will recommend to the Inspection Department of the Ministry of the Interior to prosecute Mr. Kanout for soliciting bribes..."

There was applause from the queue.

The four Chinese all gave Chen Ling a thumbs up.

The policeman behind the window was already sweaty, his face changed several times, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "It's not me alone, everyone is like this!"

As soon as he uttered the words, Canute regretted it immediately.

The policemen at the side window had originally sympathized with Canute, but they had already walked out from behind the window, and some even wanted to intercede for him. Because, as Canute said, all police officers on duty will find opportunities to ask for tips.

Then, there are things that can be done but cannot be said. Several police officers immediately returned to their jobs and continued to work nonchalantly.

The crowds in line are moving faster obviously.

Chen Ling arrived at the luggage carousel. Mohand and Morris followed behind.

"Mr. Chen, we have worked hard along the way, let's go out and rest first. Give Morris your luggage ticket, and he will take it back." Mohand suggested.

Chen Ling looked at the idling luggage carousel, thinking that the luggage was just some clothes, and agreed.

"Hey! Buddy!" Chen Ling said hello from behind.

It was the four Chinese who had just passed the border check.

Chen Ling smiled and greeted them: "Hello!"

The slightly bald middle-aged man gave Chen Ling a thumbs up again: "Man, Niu! I was really relieved just now! I have been to Mali several times, and I will be entangled by them every time. Today, if you didn't teach them all of a sudden , We still can't make it out. Thank you!"

The three Chinese nearby all smiled at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling smiled and said, "I was also forced to do so. They deceived people too much and specifically targeted us Chinese people. However, we can only do this. We can't change this big environment."

The slightly bald Chinese sighed and said, "It is true. However, you are already very good today. If you change to me or someone else, you can only give money. You can see that the buddies are also bloody people. , Let’s get acquainted."

He took out a business card from his pocket: "My next friend Hu Datong, from CR company. These are my colleagues."

Chen Ling took the business card and looked at it carefully, nodding inwardly. CR company, surnamed Hu, general manager of North Africa.

"Mr. Hu, fortunately meeting! My name is Chen Ling, Longli Company." Chen Ling took out the business card that Mina specially made for herself, wrote the domestic number, and handed it to Hu Datong, "I just came to Mali, and there is no local number yet. , This is my mobile phone number in China, roaming."

Hu Datong is also a veteran. Seeing Chen Ling's business card, he knew that this person would not be an ordinary employee. He held Chen Ling's hand and said, "Mr. Chen is young and promising! Which line of business does your company do?"

"We are a security service company, developing business in Africa..." Chen Ling briefly introduced Longli's business.

"Okay, Mr. Chen, we need help from companies like yours in a country like Mali. This country is not peaceful..."

Hu Datong is very talkative and insightful. Chen Ling was waiting for his luggage while chatting with him.

Mohand and Morris watched Chen Ling chat happily, and did not dare to urge them, so they stood aside and waited.

After nearly half an hour, Chen Ling's luggage came out first, and he bid farewell to Hu Datong and others.

It's getting dark.

Mohand drove Chen Ling to the Radisson Hotel.

While waiting for the check-in procedure, Mohand hesitated for a while before plucking up the courage to ask: "Mr. Chen, can I take a look at your ring?"

Chen Ling took the ring from his hand without hesitation and handed it to him.

Mohand took out a pair of spectacles from his pocket, took it with both hands, and examined it carefully.

His hands began to tremble, and even his belly began to tremble.

"It's this, it's definitely this, it can't be wrong!" he muttered to himself.

"Morris, thank you for your work! You have done a great job to the family! The prophecy that has been circulating says that the patriarch’s token is drifting away and will be brought back by the faded clansman. Now it is fulfilled!"

Chen Ling couldn't help rolling his eyes when hearing Mohand's words beside him.

The faded people are really talented!

Morris was affirmed by Mohand, smiling all over his face, but he seemed to think of something, his face straightened, and asked: "Uncle, does the prophecy say that the person who welcomes the token will be baptized with his own blood?"

Mohand thought for a while and said, "There is indeed such a saying. Don't worry, now Mr. Chen has returned to Mali with the ring, and there will be no more danger. Some prophecies are fulfilled, and some may not be fulfilled. ,Do not worry."

Morris was skeptical and decided to be especially careful these days.

Mohand respectfully returned the ring to Chen Ling.

"Mr. Chen, you brought back the ring, and you are our tribe. Tomorrow, the elder will lead the tribe to finally confirm your identity. In a simple ceremony, you will be our patriarch."

Chen Ling is not interested in the identity of the patriarch, nor is it the purpose of his coming to Mali.

"Mr. Mohand, it doesn't matter whether I am the patriarch or not. I have a question for you. I once met a tribe in the Sahara Desert. They claim to be descendants of the Golden Guard. I wonder if you have heard of it?"

Mohand shook his fat hands and said, "Nine to all of them are fake. Our family has heard countless news about this. We used to discern it seriously, but in the end it proved to be fake."

"Oh, how do you distinguish between true and false?"

"There are many ways. One of the most direct evidence is the ring in your hand. Back then, the golden guard was personally led by our patriarch. The guard was full of combat elites. If it hadn't fallen into the trap, it wouldn't be the whole army. Annihilated."

"The ancestors set off with the ring, and left a series of prophecies before they left. At that time, our people didn’t understand the meaning and didn’t pay much attention to them. It was not until later that the prophecies were gradually fulfilled and we began to pay attention to studying the elders. The prophecy of the ancestors. After research, we have determined several standards for distinguishing the true and false gold guards. In addition to the ring just mentioned, there is one other is the skin color."

"Skin color?" Chen Lingqi said.

"Yes. Many people think that the members of the Golden Guard are black, so the offspring will also be black. However, the ancestors have predicted that the faded tribe will bring the ring back. Those fakes are pure blacks, we can see at a glance I can tell."

Chen Ling opened his mouth slightly, and was stunned.

He thought of Mother Tereza and Montere.

When Tereza said that her family's ancestor was a black family in Mali, Chen Ling was not completely convinced, thinking that Tereza had just made up a glorious ancestor for herself.

Because, Montell doesn't have any black qualities in him.

Chen Ling originally thought that although the Tribe tribe and the Tuareg have been intermarried for several generations, the skin color of blacks will be diluted, but at least some traces should be left.

Now, Chen Ling could not help being surprised when he heard the prophecy of "fading tribe".

Montel is the faded tribe!

Who are the ancestors of the Morris family? Is there really a prophet in this world?

Then, according to the prediction, as a faded tribe, he returned to Montere in Mali with the ring, but gave the ring to Chen Ling!

This prediction does not seem to be so accurate, which is exactly in line with Mohand’s words, "Some prophecies are fulfilled, and some may not be fulfilled."

When Chen Ling was thinking about it, the check-in procedure was completed, and Morris handed Chen Ling the room card.

"Mr. Chen, tired all the way, you have a good rest, I will pick you up tomorrow morning." Mohand and Morris are about to leave.

"Mohand, are there written records of the predictions you made?"

"No, it's been passed on from generation to generation."

"Isn't it easy to pass it wrong?"

"No. Every generation of elders will learn to recite these prophecies from an early age, and pass them down from generation to generation without too much deviation."

It seems that the identity of the elder is very important in the Morris family, and the identity of the patriarch seems to be under the control of the elders, even if there is a ring, the elder's confirmation is needed to become the patriarch.

Chen Ling was not interested in being a patriarch, but became more and more interested in the affairs of this family.

After Mohand and Morris left, Chen Ling went upstairs alone.

When he stepped into the elevator, Hu Datong, who was bald on his head, brought his colleagues to the Radisson Hotel.

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