Chapter 9 Talents
Are there any talents among Afika's black buddies?
There must be some of them, but it's a pity that Qiaojia doesn't know many of them.
Most of the people he saw were low-level laborers like Zhabu, and old fritters like the airport boss Sailimu.
Laziness is almost a common problem in all Afika countries, but as long as they can eat enough and have a fire, they can get high, and they can get high until the next morning with some drinks.
This situation is not obvious in Northern SD, because their survival pressure is relatively high, and most of the people there are MSL. In terms of blood, there are mostly black and white mixed blood here.
But in the area bordering South SD, including the entire southern region, these areas are in fact ruled by various tribes, and those people are simply a model of carpe diem.
Optimism is really optimistic, and cruelty is also really cruel!
The militias of the tribes are militias at best, but in times of relative chaos, they are no better than bandits.
Qiaojia saw when she was a child that two nearby villages fought and killed people one after another to release water, and then they never communicated with each other and forbade intermarriage.
The tribes here almost mean this. For the sake of territory, for profit, and even for a few cows, they wish to wipe out all of the other party, and they really put it into action to deepen their blood feud.
The guy who ordered the AK74 from Qiaojia is a militia leader of the Siruk tribe.
Before, Qiaojia specifically asked someone to inquire about it. Now the Siruk people have clashed with the Dinka militia, and it is said that many people died. The rush to buy a gun should be to save the situation.
They will definitely not be able to defeat the Kadins in war, and 50 rifles can barely allow them to maintain a certain ability to fight back.
This is the reason why Qiaojia made up his mind to take risks. There is such a small sense of justice at work, and it is more because the Siruk people are the weak side, and theoretically speaking, they should not offend more people. Especially those who can help them.
But even so, Qiaojia was really a little unsure. It was the first time to go to someone else's territory to do business, and it was a person. It was not just a matter of courage.
So when Zab said that Allen the Buffalo and Kaman the Hyena could be hired, he was a little tempted.
I mentioned earlier about the talent of Afika. In Choja's eyes, Buffalo Allen is a typical "talent" in Afika. He is two meters tall and as strong as a bull. He can strangle a zebra with his bare hands. 80 kilograms of salute on the road without panting.
The most important thing is that this guy looks like a gangster, and his personality is also very savage.
Also because of his personality, Choga didn't like this guy very much.
But 'Hyena' Kaman is different. He is a member of the Bari tribe. He is now the most experienced hunting guide in Damazin and the best grassland guide.
This 45-year-old guy has been fighting for more than 30 years. As a tribal mercenary, he has never stopped fighting.
From bows and arrows to rifles, this guy is a living fossil of the Afika war, and he was lucky enough to survive such high-frequency conflicts. He is a veteran who has survived many battles.
Afika people don't care about this, but Choja knows that if he can survive this level of battle for 30 years, he has persisted since he was 15 years old. Brother's war textbook.
This is the real talent in Qiaojia's eyes!
Joga waited at the airport for half an hour, but the pilot Sailimu hadn't arrived yet, but Zhabu arrived with three black men.
Bison Allen, Hyena Kaman, and a slightly younger black man.
Zab rushed to Qiaojia's side with a big mouth full of missing teeth, and said, "Jackal, I have found people for you. If you decide to hire them, you must give me a tip."
Joga reluctantly took out a stack of broken banknotes, picked two five-dollar bills and stuffed them into Zhabu's hands, saying, "Don't use them for drinking, buy more food for your wife and children."
Zab saw the dollar in his hand, so he couldn't listen to what Choga said.
He danced happily and ran to the side, holding two dollars and looking left and right at the sun, as if there was not enough money.
The dollar in Choga's hand made Buffalo Allen's eyes shine. This scary-looking black buddy looked at Choga greedily and said, "If you want to hire me, you must give me $1,000 first, and I can give you $1,000. Work for $100 a day."
Beside Zab heard the bison Allen's offer, he said angrily: "Hey, Allen, this is against the rules, the jackal is my uncle's friend."
Buffalo Allen gave Zabu a strange look, waved his hand and said: "There are no rules, I am the rule in Damazin, this guy is a smuggler, what is he putting on the salute rack? Mobile phone? Computer? Electric light?
If he doesn't give me money, don't even think about leaving Damazin. "
Aside from the size of the bison Allen, this kind of **** Choga has seen a lot in this life.
He waved his hand to signal the angry Zarbu and proud Allen to be calm, and turned his face to Kaman.
Kaman is a middle-aged black man with a skinny appearance. He is said to be 45 years old, but he looks like a 60-year-old man.
He wore a dirty peaked cap with no logo on his bald head, a gray beard, and a camouflage training uniform.
Kaman, who is about 1.75 meters tall, looks a little less than 1.7 meters because of his back is a bit hunched, and the overly wide training uniform looks a bit funny on him.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is a lifeless old man who is dying, but Choja dare not look directly into Kaman's eyes, not because Kaman's eyes are so powerful, but because Kaman's eyes are lifeless.
There was basically no brilliance in the lifeless eyes, but Qiaojia, a rookie, was instinctively a little scared. This was a physiological reaction and had nothing to do with anything else.
Avoiding Kaman's eyes, staring at the bridge of his nose, Choga smiled and said, "Can you work for me?"
Karman nodded, and said in fairly proficient English: "Yes sir, I need money.
I would like to work for you if the price is right. "
Qiaojia was silent for a while, and said, "How far can you do it?"
Kaman glanced at Allen, who was holding his arms and holding his arms, and said, "It depends on how much you can give me..."
While speaking, Kaman pulled a young black man beside him and said, "This is my son Muto, he is a hardworking boy who married a beautiful wife.
But his two previous children did not survive, and his wife died in hospital last week pregnant with his third child.
He wants to get out of here, go to Ethiopia and start over, he wants to run a farm.
These require a minimum of $20,000!
If you give me twenty thousand dollars, I can do anything for you, I am very familiar with Afika. "
Kaman's "job application" made Buffalo Allen laugh out loud, and kept mocking Kaman's ignorance with black local slang.
Joga ignored the big man, walked into Kaman and whispered, "Do you know what is on the salute rack of the plane?"
Kaman raised his head and said softly: "Look at the size, it should be a gun!"
Joga put his hand on Kaman's shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "20,000 in advance, 20,000 in annual salary.
If you work for me for a full year, you can get 40,000 US dollars. If you die, I will give your son an additional 20,000 yuan in pension.
Do you have any opinion on my current situation? "
Kaman subconsciously licked his parched lips, and then suddenly sprinted towards the bison Allen, just like a wild dog rushing towards a lion...
(end of this chapter)