The Strongest Arms Dealer

Chapter 82: : Men pay for benefits

Asamoah walked out of the city hall with a happy face.

He felt that he was truly blessed by God.

There is news from the Ministry of Energy that he may take over the leadership position. This is undoubtedly the best news, and he walks with wind.

It's just that he didn't see it. There was a window on the second floor that was slightly opened, staring at Asamoah, "You think you're guaranteed to win, and you want me to quit? Fuck you?"

After finishing speaking, he drew the curtain fiercely.

Asamoah hummed a little song and walked to the parking lot. This was just drawn by the city government. The name is: close to Western civilization, but there are only a handful of people in Somalia who own cars, and most of them use motorcycles. Confidence car, Asamoah drove a second-hand Volkswagen van, which he bought from a German businessman for $170.

beep beep...

Just as he was about to get in the car, there was a sound of a horn behind him. Asamoah turned around suspiciously, and saw an SUV parked behind him, the door opened, and a white man stepped out, wearing a neat suit. The place seemed out of place, he pinched the corner of his suit, "Mr. Asamoah?"

"I am, who are you?"

"I'm here to give you a gift." The white man took out a small gift box from his pocket and handed it over with both hands. Asamoah took it and was about to ask, but the other party turned around and left, which made him confused and hesitant After swallowing it, he opened the box, and there was a diamond the size of a little finger inside. Shocked, he hurriedly closed the box, looked left and right, climbed into the van in a hurry, and then opened the gift again.

The diamond wasn't that big, at least according to Asamoah.

He still has a 17-carat diamond in an overseas bank. This gift is not comparable. He is just curious who gave him a gift?

The French?

Only think of themselves when they need something, get what they want, and then give themselves some money, and they won't be so sneaky.

He frowned and thought about it for a long time, but when he couldn't figure it out, he put the matter aside, looked at the diamond, smiled, started the minivan, and drove towards home. He bought the house in Jie On the coast of Zira, next to the US military camp, it should be the safest area in Mogadishu.

When he got home, the left foot had just stepped into the house.

I saw the landline suddenly rang. It was so sudden that Asamoah was startled. He put the briefcase on the sofa and walked over to answer the phone. "Hello, who is there?"

"Mr. Asamoah, do you still like the gift I gave you?" The voice of the person on the other side has been specially processed, and it sounds very mechanical without even a little emotion.

"Is that from you?"

"Of course, this is just a small meeting gift. Our boss has prepared many benefits for you, but I don't know if you want it or not?"

Asamoah leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and didn't see any socks in his trousers. The "poor" couldn't afford to wear them. He felt slightly moved. There are many benefits of this? He himself is a very greedy person, otherwise, he would not dare to cooperate with the French to engage in small tricks. He is also a smart person. In order to ensure that his interests will not be deprived of others, he uses money to bribe all the people under his command up.

The benefits are shared equally, so the grasshoppers tied to the same rope will not invade each other.

He is so smart, the other party gave him a gift and called him again, he must have something to ask for himself, have you ever seen someone who is courteous for nothing?

Of course, dog licking doesn't count.

That's a new species.

In the end, greed was slightly better, and Asamoah asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

"We are just businessmen, and we just want to make a deal with Mr. Asamoah, as long as Mr. Asamoah is willing to help us write a certificate of 10% mining rights of Somali energy mines, you can get a mansion in San Francisco, USA, and a The latest Ferrari, and a check for $3 million, and if necessary, we can help you get Dexter's place."

Dexter is the number one.

Asamoah breathed slightly. He is confident that he can climb up without relying on the other party. What he cares about is the mansion in San Francisco. The mansion that can be called a mansion is definitely not cheap. It even adds up to nearly ten million dollars. It's just a certificate, not a real transfer, so he can still provide this request.

"How can I trust you?" Asamoah asked.

"Tomorrow, you just need to put things under the tables and chairs in Heroes Square, and we will take them naturally. Similarly, real estate and checks will be there." After the other party finished speaking, he hung up the phone without waiting for Asamoado ask.

The black guy put the microphone back, lay down on the sofa, took out the gift box from his pocket, opened it, looked at the diamonds inside, narrowed his eyes, sniffed deeply under his nose, and said to himself, "This little A small piece of diamond can make all women crazy, what is it?"

He twitched his lips and smiled happily, "It's because there are always idiot men who will pay for them, just like now, there are also idiots who pay tens of millions of dollars for a certificate."

Asamoah this is swell.

But don't stumble.

Tang Dao adjusted his hairstyle to the mirror. He likes to slant his bangs, which makes him look a little younger. After he blew, his bangs naturally picked up. He smiled and said to Robert beside him, "How about this outfit?"

"For Somalia, he's pretty handsome." Robert replied with a nod.

Tang Dao smiled, but then froze, shit! Is he comparing himself with those gangsters? He glared at Robert, just at this moment, Jin Dun walked in, "Boss, the car is ready."

"Yeah." He nodded. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Boss, do you want to bring more people?" Jin Dun was very worried. He was mainly afraid that there would be too few people for the fight.

"No, we're not going to fight, as long as there are five of you in the team, by the way, bring the grenade." Tang Dao waved his hand, he was visiting the US military camp, and it's not a war, just bring a grenade, what rocket launcher None of these are necessary, and it doesn't matter who hits whom.

Walking out the door while talking, the two scooter looked very shabby, even the logo could not be seen.

There are no car dealers in Somalia, and even if you have money, you can’t buy it. This broken car was dug up from the so-called “car graveyard” market, and it contains some bad cars left by the Italians or French in the local area.

There is still some smell in it.

"Damn it! I think we have to buy a batch of cars." As soon as Tang Dao sat in, the hard buttocks of the seat were so painful that he hit the tailbone, and grinned suddenly because of the pain.

Purchasing a batch of cars was not on his mind, but it was troublesome at the time and he was too lazy to do it, but now it seems that he has to find a way to get a batch of cars suitable for driving on the muddy land of Somalia, so that even if there are guests in the future, it will be convenient to pick up and drop off.

"This thing reminds me that my **** has had enough."

Tang Dao rubbed his thighs, and said to Jin Dun, the latter nodded hurriedly, and he couldn't stand it either, this broken car was too fragile, he had seen bullet holes on it when he bought it before, so he couldn't guarantee it. How did the quasi-previous owner die?

In Somalia, it is best to buy ones that are bulletproof, have stable performance, and can be equipped with weapons.

The Hummer of the American, the Land Rover of the British gentleman, the Mercedes-Benz G of Germany, and even the RAM light armored combat vehicle family of Israel are good.

But the price seems to be quite expensive.

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