Treasure Hunt Tycoon

They traveled more than ten kilometers northward, passing through multiple tent gathering places, and then more tents appeared in front of them.

The jeep on the road stopped, and the soldiers went on alert first. After ensuring safety, Remonin got out of the car and beckoned: "Mr. Li, please come here."

Appearing in front of Li Du is the African bazaar, an open-air place, located in the middle of the settlement.

There is no road here, only dirt roads. Because of the dry season, there is a lot of sand and dust, and they cannot drive forward, otherwise the car will bring a lot of smoke and dust, and the market will not be able to continue.

Li Du took off his sunglasses to the wolf brother, walked to Lei Mo Ning and asked, "Those on the road, are all your tribal people?"

Remonin nodded. "Yes."

Li Du wondered: "There is no shortage of sand here. Why don't you live in dwellings and live in such tents?"

Lei Monin laughed: "Because we are a traditional hunting and farming two-in-one nation. Before, we often migrated to find rich areas with water and grass to farm and hunt. It is not as easy to build a house as a tent."

"Furthermore, the tent is enough. Mozambique is good for the weather. When there is nothing very cold, it can be sheltered from the wind and rain."

Li Du said, "But your barracks are all houses."

Remonin said of course: "That is necessary. My house is not just a dwelling, but a defensive tool. In the event of a battle, it is a soldier's bunker!"

Li Du was shocked. Do you still fight with bows and arrows? In the small broken house, a bazooka can be used without a cannon, even a large caliber rifle can penetrate!

Lei Mengning obviously knew the problems in his barracks and the area under his jurisdiction. He was a good-looking man and didn't want to talk too much on this topic.

The soldiers cleared, and there were soldiers around them armed with guns on alert.

The bazaar was caught in a panic at first, but slowly, the soldiers did not make trouble. They just strolled inside, so the panic subsided and returned to normal.

The bazaar is quite large. It is about 200 meters long, and it is full of people. There must be at least one or two thousand people, noisy bargains.

There are no shops here, all of them are stalls. The vendors are sitting on the floor, barefooted, shirtless, and the stalls are casually placed on the ground. Someone comes to talk about business, and no one comes and shouts by himself.

Lei Mourning told Li Du that they were not screaming, they were singing ...

These black brothers and sisters are really optimistic. There is an open space next to the market. Several tin buckets are erected on the open space. Some black people are beating the tin buckets, and then others sing and dance around them.

The market is crowded and crowded, but the law and order are not bad, no one shoves or steals.

Of course, this has something to do with the power to maintain law and order. The Lei Moning's Democratic Army is responsible for law and order. At the 200-meter fair, at least ten black soldiers are holding guns and staring at the crowd.

In this case, if a thief is found, he is likely to be shot and killed directly.

The market uses barter. The stalls mainly sell daily necessities for locals and fresh vegetables and fruits from the jungle.

The daily necessities are mainly agricultural and sideline foods processed by the locals. They can be exchanged for food stamps, or they can be exchanged for what they have. There is no clear price.

Someone is selling money. Yes, it is selling coins. There is a stack of large bills in front of that person. Li Du Mind up and looked at it. Mader is a bunch of zeros. He can't count how many billions this is.

Needless to say, this is Cecil.

Li Du smiled bitterly. Cecil is larger than China ’s Habitat. In this view, the inflation in the underworld is not serious.

There is no local market for Cecil coins. An old black man sat down and sat down with his hands on his stomach, looking sad.

Li Du met Cecil for the first time and asked, "How can I change this?"

The old man blinked, opened his mouth and murmured a few words, Li Du didn't understand.

Remonin next to him said, "He wants what he eats. He sneaks up from Cecil, and wants to exchange money for something, because in Cecil, there is no money to buy food."

Cecil suffered a drought, and the former African granary has now become a famine in Africa.

Li Du beckoned to Godzilla, Godzilla's backpack will always have food.

The big man came over, the old black man was startled, and his knees fell asleep!

If he hadn't really experienced all of this, if Li Du simply listened to people, he would not believe such things.

People in many parts of Africa really don't have any human rights. They live like livestock.

Li Du opened Godzilla's backpack, took out a packet of dried mutton and handed it to the old man. Then he took a banknote from it and put it in his wallet as a memorial.

The old man took the jerky and smelled it. He hugged in his arms and laughed excitedly. He waved his hand to push the banknotes to him, and stood up and left.

Li Du was surprised: "All?"

Remonin said: "All of you also lose money. This kind of money is worse than waste paper. When you hold it in your hand, you can only light it for the fire ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The lion hunter added:" If you Go to the bank to exchange them, then they are not worth one dollar. Of course, no bank will accept this stuff. "

The Cecil government is not planning to print money. It is not because they have found that they need to control domestic inflation, but that printing paper requires electricity, paper, and ink. It also has costs. Now the printed money cannot be recovered. It's up!

A black teenager ran to Li Du with a box and said, "Hey, roasted bananas, delicious roasted bananas, do you want to roast bananas?"

Li Du raised up the Cecil currency and asked, "How much can I change?"

The boy shook his head: "Don't want this, but want that."

He was referring to Li Du's chest, with a pair of sunglasses hanging there.

"Sunglasses can change the meat and give you this piece of meat." The boss patted the purple-red meat on the chopping board in front of him with a greasy black hand.

The boy cried, "I'm a traveler banana. Who wants your stink?"

Mozambique has a higher temperature than South Africa, and it is closer to the equator. It was already mentioned in September. If such a piece of meat is placed outside, it will definitely not taste better.

Li Du retreated, and the teenager looked at Godzilla again: "Traveler banana, delicious grilled banana, change your sunglasses, okay?"

Godzilla looked at him dumbly and said, "My sunglasses are too big, are you sure?"

The teenager said, "Someday, I will be as tall as you."

Godzilla shrugged, took off his sunglasses and hung it on his chest, and took away his box. The golden bananas roasted inside belonged to him naturally.

"Can bananas still be eaten?" Li Duna asked dumbly.

The wolf brother calmly said, "He was deceived. The traveler banana is not a banana. I don't know where this child got the name. The traveler banana is to watch the vegetation. The rhizome has strong water storage capacity, but does not produce bananas."

Godzilla doesn't matter, he eats gobble.