The two sat opposite each other across the reception table. "Mr. Stanley, can you tell me something interesting about Africa," Constantine said.
Hearing such words, Stanley looked at the young duke in front of him, thinking that he seemed to be a kid who liked the strange things of a foreign country.
"Okay," Stanley said, glancing at Nina in front of the window.
"He is my maid, Nina, it's okay" Constantine saw Stanley's movements.
"Well, let's talk about what we saw in Africa. Our expedition bought some unsalable cotton cloth from London for many years, and some clothes that were sold in warehouses, or simply some clothes that were thrown away. It can be said that in any country in Europe, those things are impossible to sell. Those cotton cloths are not so much cotton cloth as they are white clay and paste," Stanley said.
"But what does cotton have to do with white soil and paste?" Obviously, the story of Africa is more attractive than the coastal scenery outside the window, Nina asked curiously.
"A beautiful and lovely lady like you really doesn't understand the doorway inside. Those profiteers will rack their brains to cut costs and increase revenue. How to use very little cotton thread to spin a cotton cloth that feels particularly thick? The secret is to hang pulp, woven cotton cloth, walk through the paste, and some profiteers directly hang the pulp with white clay slurry. The cotton cloth treated in this way is thick to the touch and bright in color. Some people who don't understand can easily be deceived." Stanley became more interested when seeing young and beautiful girls also like to listen to stories.
"This kind of cotton cloth can't deceive people, right? Doesn't it show up after washing it once?" Nina was even more curious.
"Yes, people who buy this kind of inferior cloth, as long as they take it home to wash it once, it will shrink, no longer as thick and bright as before." Stanley has an expression that you don't know.
"Does those Africans also buy those tattered clothes?" Nina looked incredulous.
"Haha, why no one buys it? Which natives do you know and what do they usually wear?" Stanley said that he was even happier here.
"What to wear, it should be animal skins. If you are called an aboriginal, you are ignorant, and you definitely don't know how to make clothes," Nina replied.
"No, no, the temperature in the river basin of the country is always 25 degrees to 40 degrees. Where can I wear animal skins, it will be hot to death. They wear clothes made of hay and leaves." Guessed incorrectly, Stanley seemed to be more happy.
"Leaves are woven into clothes?" Nina's eyes widened, looking incredible.
Constantine nodded thoughtfully, it seems that Africans are also able to buy.
"But Mr. Stanley, there is one thing I don't quite understand. The goods you brought, um, can barely be counted as goods. What do those Africans use to buy? I mean, they always don't have pounds or francs. Let's pay the bill." , Constantine asked.
It seemed that he did not expect Constantine to ask such a direct question, and Stanley was a little surprised.
"Of course they won't have British Pounds and Francs, but they still have their own simple currency, a copper rod, used by the locals as a currency for trading. Of course, we occasionally trade some foods, such as cassava, bananas, etc. I will also get some ivory", Stanley explained.
"So it seems that the country's copper mines are indeed rich?" Constantine asked.
"I'm afraid it's not just that copper mines are rich in reserves. Elephants can be seen everywhere. Ivory merchants will go crazy if they see it. When the locals see us accepting ivory, they turn around and take out a lot of ivory for trading. According to my guess, I'm afraid they took them from the dead elephant," Stanley replied.
"In the Congo River Basin, the most popular thing is that we bring knives from Europe. In order to get a sharp European steel knife, they don't hesitate to exchange their wealth for them," Stanley said triumphantly.
It can be seen that this guy has made extra money. In the past two or three years, I am afraid that the money he has earned from those Africans may not be as good as the compensation paid to him by Constantine.
"Moreover, in our base camp Kinsasha, where the Congolese have a quirk, in order to get a European fashion, they would rather go hungry, give us hands and work, just to wear civilized European clothing. , Especially the costumes in Paris, they don't care at all costs for a glamorous outfit. What's even more bizarre is that those people wear European fashions that they have worked so hard to get through the market, and the surrounding Africans will use envy. I looked at them with jealous eyes. To be honest, their ostentatiousness really makes me incomprehensible." Stanley was surprised.
"Really? All Hua spent all his wealth for a piece of luxury clothing? Where would such a stupid person be?" Nina looked incredulous and her eyes widened.
"It's a pity that you can't go to Africa to take a look. The world is so big that there are no surprises, not just luxury goods. Those tribal chiefs, after seeing us hunting with rifles, are all dumbfounded. They often ask our expedition team members if they can sell them some. Rifles, what do you want to make a deal, UU reading www.ukanshu.com, we are only willing to sell", Stanley was very proud.
It seems that adventures in Africa are indeed profitable. It is strange that so many people rush to Europe in a swarm. It turns out that adventure itself can make a fortune.
"It seems that Mr. Stanley must have made a lot of money from Africans, right?" Even Constantine is a little bit satiated. With Lao Tzu's huge sponsorship, he makes a lot of his own extra money. This is not a waste of money. NS?
Stanley seemed to see Constantine's thoughts, and quickly said: "Not all pleasant memories. After all, it's not all the pleasant memories in the uncivilized southern African continent. There are also many tribes who are not so easy to talk. The concept of trading also has malicious intentions and intentions to rob," Stanley explained.
"Not only that, people on expeditions often get sick and die. You also know the damn climate of the Congo River Basin, hot, high temperature and rainy, malaria, dysentery, and annoying mosquitoes. In Africa, where there is no medicine, almost everyone Talking has changed," Stanley said, feeling a little depressed.
"Your Excellency, most Africans are very optimistic and often have a smile on their faces. I think this is probably their naturally cultivated character. The Congo River Basin, the plants are always green throughout the year, and there is no shortage of food throughout the year, and they are hungry and cold. For them, it's a feeling they've never experienced before. I don't think they will have this word in their vocabulary. Although they are uncivilized and do not have the advanced science and technology of ours, they Life is very happy, self-sufficient, and always smiling. Sometimes I even think, what's wrong with living as mediocre and ignorant like them? On the contrary, it's us, self-proclaimed civilized and intelligent Europeans, racking our brains. Satisfy your desires, be busy, and run around all day long," Stanley said, feeling even lower.