Wicked Soldier King

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"Then what do you know about the towers?" Xu Yun put down his chopsticks and asked the restaurant owner.

Peng Dawei lifted his glass and instructed Xu Yun to have a drink: "Relax, no one in this place will go to check the drunk driving."

"I'm still pretty sure about this." Xu Yun smiled and picked up the glass: "I'm just worried that I would drink alcohol as soon as I got to work here, which would make the towers unhappy."

"Brother, don't be humble. You even drive out the towers." Peng Dawei frowned. "I don't believe you haven't done anything since you came here."

Xu Yun shrugged his shoulders: "I really didn't do anything, Peng Brother, you really misunderstood."

"Yes, even if the towers are polite to you." Peng Dawei said: "But I still think you are different from others."

"Is that why you invited me to drink?" Xu Yun said straightforwardly with a smile.

"No, no," Peng Dawei couldn't admit that even if he had this meaning: "No matter who it is, as long as the Chinese come to eat here, I am willing to make friends."

"I'm just kidding." Xu Yun said: "Brother Peng, stop talking about me and tell you about it. Why did you think of opening a restaurant in Africa?"

Peng Dawei took a sip of his own while holding the glass. Speaking of these, maybe it was really bitter.

"I really can't be mixed up in China." Peng Dawei said: "I was forced by the ground ruffian hooligans and by some units guarded by officials and officials. In the end, I couldn't help it.

"Then why come to Africa." Xu Yun was a little puzzled: "Aren't many other countries more stable."

Peng Dawei nodded: "Yes, Africa is indeed the most unstable. But here is more glorious and simple, and there are more opportunities, lower costs and lower risks."

Xu Yun nodded, and these words really made sense: "So they came directly?"

"I didn't want to go to Mali at the beginning." Peng Dawei said: "The first thing I wanted to go to was Nigeria. I went to investigate. I counted all morning in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hotel next to the port. More than a hundred freighters entered and left The density of the port of Lagos shocked me so much. "

Xu Yundao: "But Nigeria's shipbuilding and ship-repairing industries are almost uncultivated, and human resources are extremely scarce. The local government is eager to introduce experienced foreign shipbuilding companies to help them cultivate local talent."

"Yes, so some delegations from the Economic Cooperation Zone came to Nigeria." Peng Dawei said: "According to what I heard, someone signed a shipbuilding contract of more than 100 million US dollars. Then I wanted to open a restaurant there."

"It's a good idea."

"But there is more competition in that place." Peng Dawei said: "After I went there, I found that there was no better place for me. I then heard from my friends that there are gold mines of Huaxia people in Mali, and they still have to continue. Some years of development, so I ... Haha, don't say it, it's all fate, I won't know you if I don't come to Mali! "

Speaking of Peng Dawei, he picked up his glass: "It's all fate!"

Xu Yun also picked up the glass: "Yeah, it's all fate. This really needs a drink."

After eating something, Xu Yun and the restaurant owner became familiar with each other. It was almost time, and he should go back. After all, he came here to work.

Xu Yun needs to make some achievements and movements, and only then can Lai Wen's attention.

This matter is simple to say, but in fact it is really not a simple thing.

If the towers will always be so low-key, Xu Yun really can't find any entry points or breakthroughs.

After leaving the restaurant owner Peng Dawei, Xu Yun drove to prepare to return.

After getting in the car, Xu Yun didn't know what the idea was from, so he looked back inadvertently.

There is a small box in the back row of the car, which may not have been realized when the towers cleaned the car.

Xu Yun curiously took the box over and opened it, and found that it was all a kind of oily small bag, which looked very strong.

Suddenly Xu Yun seemed to understand what this thing is for.

Xu Yun was really worried when there was no evidence, but now I found this thing. It seems that it will be interesting after going back today. I am afraid that the towers will take the initiative to come to the door.

I thought Xu Yun had the urge to go back to the gold mine quickly.

At this time, Peng Dawei walked out of the restaurant and took two bottles of Confucian family house: "Brother, take two bottles of wine and go back to drink. They all say that Confucian house wine makes people feel homesick. If one person is bored, then Just drink two. "

"Thanks." Xu Yun didn't polite with him either. For smart businessmen, there will be no effort in vain, and there will always be a purpose.

In this place in Africa, knowing someone who can suppress the armed mercenaries is obviously very beneficial to opening a restaurant in this place.

If Xu Yun does not accept Peng Dawei's kindness at this time, Peng Dawei will feel uneasy.

Xu Yun's acceptance of his kindness is definitely a psychological comfort for Peng Dawei.

Although this feeling has no special meaning, it is a very important feeling for a businessman who is going out.

Xu Yun drove away, and the restaurant owner waved his hands behind him and shouted, "Brother, come here for dinner if you have nothing to do. Your brother will have a few drinks with you."

This is a face, a glory.

At least people in other surrounding shops would n’t provoke the restaurant owner, and some people who wanted to trouble him would n’t hire him.

Because the cars of each tower were parked at his door, the next Chinese could call him a brother.

This formed an invisible protective umbrella in this area, but this is a problem that many people can't solve with a few meals.

Peng Dawei only needs one meal and two bottles of wine, which is so easy to solve.

This is how many people can't get a dream.

After Xu Yun drove away, Peng Dawei would also say to some curious people who said to him: "That's my brother, and I will work in the gold mine over there, and be the boss of each tower."

With this, Peng Dawei's status in this place can be said to be instantly lifted.

"Something to tell me in the future, maybe I can help you solve it." Peng Dawei has already blew the cow first, he is like most Huaxia people, he has nothing to say after drinking, and dare to blow anything.

This may be the commonality of people who do business, and those who do business are more exaggerated.

People who know each other dare to say that they know, and people who know each other dare to say that they are very familiar, but those who are only slightly familiar with it, dare to say that they are the acquaintance.

It seems that the Huaxia people in any place can't correct this zhuang (bi) problem. This disease may never be cured.

At least Xu Yun knew too many of these people.

But this is also a means of communication. If you don't brag yourself, who will despise you?

All you need to do business is that others can afford it, so that things can go more smoothly.

After all, many things in China do not look at strength, but at relationship. Now in Africa, Chinese people will still have that kind of thinking, which is also normal.

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