I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?! -
Chapter 122: Coming to Ghana_1
Chapter 122: Chapter 122: Coming to Ghana_1
Chen Yuting knew that when Dong Qikang received the quote, he would definitely find it expensive.
What she said about the live-streamers not accepting ads for hotpot restaurants was the truth.
Those with tens of millions of followers generally do not take such offers.
Just like an A-list celebrity, the brands they endorse are usually major brands, and they wouldn’t typically choose an obscure, generic brand.
However, she didn’t mention one thing: the price was 200,000 higher than the live-streamers’ usual rates.
Her intention was to extract some money from Dong Qikang in this manner.
Since Dong Qikang had always treated her poorly, she had no qualms about swindling money from him; in fact, she found it quite satisfying.
"Alright, I’ll consider it for a while," Dong Qikang said.
He wasn’t actually considering it, but rather, the price exceeded the funds he could mobilize, so he needed to consult with his boss.
He immediately called the boss and explained the situation.
The boss thought it was a good move and approved it.
...
Shen Dong and Wang Peng arrived at the capital of Ghana, and upon exiting the airport, they saw the person coming to meet them.
It was Shao Yangrong and his team of mercenaries.
During this time, Shen Dong had already contacted Shao Yangrong and informed him of their flight details.
The two parties had also exchanged photos to easily recognize each other.
Shao Yangrong looked very ordinary, with no distinctive characteristics.
It was hard to associate him with a mercenary who lived on the edge of a knife and tasted blood.
Shen Dong’s impression of mercenaries, influenced by movies, was that of fierce and brave people.
But Shao Yangrong did not exhibit any of these qualities.
The saying "don’t judge a book by its cover" really applied to Shao Yangrong.
Shao Yangrong brought his team, including himself, a total of twelve members.
They drove up in four off-road vehicles.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Shen Dong and Wang Peng got into the back seat of the second vehicle, with Shao Yangrong sitting in the passenger seat.
The convoy set off toward their destination.
Ghana is a country rich in natural resources.
Because of its colonial history, the country is still undergoing tumult.
The Western countries’ plundering has never ceased.
In recent years, as Dragon Country rises, more investments are pouring into Africa, building roads, bridges, and factories, slightly improving the lives of the African people, but they remain very poor.
The gold mine is located about two hundred kilometers from the capital.
The drive there takes about four to five hours.
"Mr. Shen, this is a bulletproof vest; please put it on," Shao Yangrong handed a bulletproof vest to Shen Dong.
"Alright," Shen Dong accepted it and immediately put on the vest.
He was in the hands of professionals; when it came to security, he just needed to follow Shao Yangrong’s lead.
As the vehicles left the capital, each member of Shao Yangrong’s team took out their guns.
Even though the local militants wouldn’t normally target Shao Yangrong, they couldn’t guarantee the absence of some madmen.
Halfway through the journey, they suddenly heard several gunshots.
The convoy came to a stop.
Shen Dong’s heart raced.
Having grown up in the peaceful Dragon Country, Shen Dong had never been to a country in turmoil and instinctively felt tense.
Looking out the window, he saw several people being shot.
This scene would have been impossible if it weren’t in a war-torn region.
Shen Dong and Wang Peng almost threw up.
From the moment they heard gunfire, Shao Yangrong’s team was on high alert, weapons loaded.
"Don’t be nervous, those people probably aren’t coming for us,"
Shao Yangrong glanced outside and made his judgment.
"That would be best," Shen Dong took a deep breath.
Just then, he saw an Asian person running toward them.
Listening to the other party’s rapid speech, it sounded like the language of the island nation, probably a Japanese person.
"Mr. Shen, Mr. Wang, you stay in the car, I’ll go check it out," Shao Yangrong said.
"Okay," both Shen Dong and Wang Peng nodded.
They certainly had no desire to join in on the commotion.
Shao Yangrong got out of the vehicle, and the members of the other cars also got out to be on guard.
"Stop," Shao Yangrong aimed his gun at the Japanese man who had almost reached them.
The Japanese man immediately stopped and babbled something.
However, Shao Yangrong couldn’t understand a word.
"What’s this little devil saying?" Shen Dong didn’t understand either.
"This little devil is saying he hopes Captain Shao can protect him and get him out of here, and afterward, he will give Shao Yangrong a hundred thousand US dollars," Wang Peng, who knew the language of the island nation, explained.
"This Japanese person is so wealthy, why didn’t he hire bodyguards?" Shen Dong frowned.
"I have no idea," Wang Peng shook his head.
At this moment, a few armed militants carrying guns came running over.
They babbled something in the language of Ghana.
After exchanging a few words with them, Shao Yangrong returned to the car and said to Shen Dong, "Mr. Shen, those armed militants are from the Black Blood Army, we won’t be in any danger."
"That’s a relief," Shen Dong breathed a sigh of relief.
Just now in the car, Shao Yangrong had filled him in on the situation in Ghana.
The militant group known as the Black Blood Army is quite friendly towards people from Dragon Country.
Mainly because Dragon Country has been continuously cooperating with Ghana in recent years, building factories here and constructing roads, providing employment and income for many Ghanaians.
These people are very grateful to the people from Dragon Country.
Not only would they not harm people from Dragon Country, but they would also help out if they encountered any difficulties.
At this moment, Shen Dong deeply felt the strength of his homeland and its influence abroad.
"Mr. Shen, I just told them you’re here to take over the development of a gold mine, and they’re all very happy. They have relatives who worked there, and now that operations have ceased, their relatives have no work. Once you take over and work resumes, they can continue to earn money. They say they want to take a photo with you. It’s up to you if you’re willing; if not, I’ll decline on your behalf," Shao Yangrong said.
"No problem," Shen Dong thought it over and reasoned that since there was no danger, and the others had shown goodwill, it would be rude to refuse.
Otherwise, it might leave a bad impression, making them feel he was arrogant, which could impact the perception of people from Dragon Country in their eyes.
Somehow, being abroad, he had this thought—it was a natural emotion that emerged, to not bring shame to his country.
If this were in his own country and someone wanted a photo with him, he wouldn’t bother at all.
After getting out of the car and taking a photo with a few members of the Black Blood Army, they were all very excited, babbling away.
Shen Dong didn’t understand, but fortunately, Shao Yangrong acted as a translator, and he learned they were welcoming him to Ghana.
Shen Dong responded with a smile, politely saying, "I’m pleased to be in Ghana."
Of course, Shao Yangrong translated this for them as well.
Upon hearing this, their faces all lit up with excited smiles.
Shen Dong looked at the kneeling middle-aged Japanese man and asked with a frown, "Captain Shao, what’s the deal with this guy?"
Shao Yangrong replied, "This guy, along with his two bodyguards, was loafing around here. He saw a woman by the roadside, noticed there was nobody else around, and attempted to assault her. The woman cried out for help, and just then the Black Blood Army happened to pass by and rescued her. They’ve been chasing him until they got here."
Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.
Report