I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

The Notre Dame of Africa stands on a hill by the sea, majestic and solemn.

Today is not an open day, there are no tourists. A white sign 307 parked alone in the parking lot of Notre Dame. Chen Ling sat in the car and looked at the two people under the wall of Notre Dame Cathedral.

One is a tall François, and the other is a thin black man with a backpack. The two are talking about something.

It can be seen that François is asking the other party to do something, and the thin black man has never agreed.

Through Boris, François found Morris the snakehead, doing both soft and hard, and finally asked him out to meet. Morris was very cautious, choosing a condescending place with a wide view to meet, and chose this time period without tourists.

François, under the banner of Boris, bluntly offered to buy the passports of Xia Jieyu and Xia Weifeng. Unexpectedly, Morris refused, on the grounds that he couldn't break this rule, otherwise the business could not be done in the future. Morris thought that François was also involved in smuggling, and in turn asked François not to break the rules. This time the organization of smuggling failed, you can lose money, but you can't destroy the fundamentals of doing business.

François looked at the thin black man in front of him, wishing to blow him with two punches.

But he can't, because Boris said over there that Morris must be willing to deal with this matter, but not violently coerced. Boris’s purpose is actually the same as Morris’s, not to overrule the rules.

After a few minutes, François glanced back at the car.

This is the signal that he and Chen Ling have made an appointment. If François can't talk about it, Chen Ling will play the role of the relatives of the two brothers and sisters.

Chen Ling pushed the door and got out of the car.

Morris was a little nervous when he saw the Chinese.

"François, you shouldn't bring him here." Morris shook his head, preparing to turn and leave.

Francois grabbed his arm and said, "He is the relative of two children, and he is the one who really wants a passport. He wants to say a few words to you."

Morris struggled slightly, knowing that it was not Francois's opponent, so he had to say: "Just say a few words. But, I won't give the passport." Morris made no concessions.

Chen Ling strode over, with a smile on his face, and proactively stretched out his right hand: "Hello, Mr. Morris, this is Chen Ling, I am glad to meet you."

Morris was expressionless, said "Hello" vaguely, then stopped talking and didn't shake hands with Chen Ling.

Chen Ling's hands froze in the air. He didn't expect this little black man to be so rude, so he lifted his hand, stroked his hair, and said, "Mr. Morris, François told you just now..."

When Chen Ling raised his hand, Morris' eyes suddenly lit up, staring at Chen Ling's hand with a surprised expression on his face.

"Your name is Chen Ling?" Morris said suddenly.

"Yes, this is the first time we met, right?"

Morris lowered his head, did not leave Chen Ling's right hand, and said, "Yes, I heard your name for the first time. Are you a relative of the two children?"

"Yes, I am their uncle. I hope they return to China. Can you help me? I will pay you." Chen Ling felt that Morris' attitude was changing.

Francois felt it too. From the beginning of the meeting, François was always talking, Morris simply said good or bad, and did not take the initiative to say a word.

Mr. Chen is really magical!

Morris looked at Chen Ling's right hand for a while, raised his head, and a smile appeared on his face: "Mr. Chen, can you show me your ring?"

The ring on Chen Ling's right hand was brought back from the desert. At the end of Trida's affair, Montell sent Chen Ling a box of jewelry. Chen Ling picked an ordinary ring from it and put it on himself, with a rare symbol on it.

"Of course." Chen Ling said, took off the ring and handed it to Morris.

Morris was respectful, raised his hands, took the ring with four fingers, and sent it to his eyes to take a closer look.

With a plop, Morris knelt to the ground, raised the ring aloft, knelt on the ground with excitement in his eyes.

Chen Ling and Francois glanced at each other, and neither of them understood what was going on with Morris.

After a while, Morris stood up and returned the ring to Chen Ling with both hands.

"Mr. Chen, can I ask for your contact information?" Morris asked.

"sure."

Morris took down Chen Ling's number and address, took off the backpack behind him, took out a stack of passports in each color from it, searched for it for a while, and handed Chen Ling two dark red passports.

"This is the passport you want." Morris said.

Chen Ling opened it and glanced at it for sure.

"Thank you, Mr. Morris! How much do I have to pay you?" Chen Ling asked.

Morris packed his shoulder bag and put it back on his back. He shook his head and said, "No, Mr. Chen, I have to go. I will contact you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chen Ling to speak with François, he turned around and jumped down the steps. After jumping several times, he was gone down the hill and disappeared.

This should be the route he designed long ago. Once the situation is not right, he can evacuate at any time.

François stuck out his tongue and licked his dry lips. In order to persuade Morris, he went to great lengths, but Morris just didn't agree. When Chen Ling went out, Morris presented his passport respectfully with just a word.

"Mr. Chen, can I also look at your ring?" François is sure, it must be because of this ring.

He had seen Chen Ling wearing this ring a long time ago. He always thought it was just an ordinary gold ring. He also suggested that Chen Ling wear a ring with gemstones, which can better demonstrate Chen Ling's identity.

"Look, what is special about this ring." Chen Ling took the ring down again.

François followed the manner of Morris, watched carefully for a while, and shook his head: "I can't see it, unless this symbol has any special meaning."

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Park Jinlong walked out of the villa with his subordinates.

Three meters from the gate of the villa is the street. Along the street, a new trench about 30 cm wide and 1 meter deep was dug, interrupting the exit of Park Jinlong’s villa and the surrounding villas.

A bus was busy at both ends, and a few workers stood beside it.

Park Jinlong has been in Algeria for so many years and has never seen local workers work on Fridays.

"What are you doing?" Park Jinlong said angrily. The bidding documents will be handed in tomorrow. The bid documents of one size and five pairs are packed in a few large boxes, and they will be taken to the port company by car tomorrow. It's not enough if this road is blocked.

Several busy workers looked up, then bowed their heads and continued to work.

Park Jinlong walked to both ends busy and shouted: "Stop! You cut our exit, fill it in immediately!"

Both ends really stopped busy. The operator jumped off from above and said, "We are working on it, what can you do?"

"What are you digging for?"

"Communication engineering, laying optical cables." said the driver.

"Why is the construction at this time? Your situation will affect our travel tomorrow."

The driver glanced at the long optical cable trench and smiled: "Not only your exits are affected, everyone is affected. Don't worry, we will lay wooden boards on the exits of each villa, and your vehicles can come out."

"We originally took a rest today, but in order to reduce the impact on your residents, construction on Friday will not affect your travel on Saturday."

Park Jinlong was skeptical, and said, "You must lay the wooden boards today."

After speaking, he ordered his subordinates to stare at the door of the villa and not let the workers leave without laying the boards.

"These guys are very inefficient. They are really not good. We made a few wooden boards and spread them on the ditch. "Before entering the villa, Park Jinlong asked his subordinates like this.

He returned to the office and continued to supervise his subordinates, and within a few hours, all the materials would be ready, only to be delivered to the port company tomorrow.

The small episode at the door did not spoil Park Jinlong's good mood. He resumed his previous posture, enjoying the beauty before the victory.

The subordinate came in again: "Concrete is being hit at the entrance of the villa, and our car can't get out at all!"

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