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

"Big Crab, you fool me! Just wait and see!" Hu Xiaoxiao took Xiao Han and turned away.

Chen Ling said quickly: "It's fun. I will apply for a visa as soon as I get to Mali, and when the matter over there is over, I will fly over to play with you!"

Xiao Han turned his head, smiled and waved goodbye, Hu Xiaoxiao kept walking, pulling her forward.

Chen Ling sighed as they watched them walking away. Why did you forget about the visa application?

"Morris, after arriving in Mali, my first thing is to apply for a visa to France, the sooner the better." Chen Ling is unfamiliar with Mali and has to rely on Morris, a local snake.

Morris agreed: "No problem, Mr. Chen. When we get to Mali, these are all small things."

"Xiaoxiao, why are you leaving in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking yet." Xiao Han put a hand on Hu Xiaoxiao's shoulder lightly and asked.

"Listen to him continuing to fool me? I'm not happy, ruining my good mood for going out on vacation!"

"Didn't you say that he is very busy? Be considerate of others. I think he is quite pleasing to the eye, without the arrogance of being a young man."

"Is the big crab also considered a young man? Not really, it's just a lucky guy."

"Oh, you didn't say that before. You said that he is planning the strategy in CS company, and even President Li has to listen to him; in the port company, he is talking and laughing, and the eight-character chairman Hu is respectful in front of him; he is attacked. Keep calm and keep you in your arms..."

"Yes, I said this. So I said he was a big crab!" Hu Xiaoxiao was unreasonable.

Xiao Han secretly laughed. She knew Hu Xiaoxiao's temper very well and said, "Well, after we arrived in France, we bought a local mobile phone number and changed it. Big Crab couldn't find us. How about playing ours?"

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome? Didn't we start international roaming?"

"International roaming is very expensive!"

"Not much money..."

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When Chen Ling's flight arrived in Bamako, it was still light.

Although he is first-class, in Bamako, the airline's service can only reach him until he gets off the plane. He, like Morris, queued for border control.

"Hey, Chinese, your address!" Behind the window, an immigration policeman asked bluntly.

"Radisson Hotel." Chen Ling replied. Morris has asked the family to book the best hotel for Chen Ling.

The policeman nodded slightly, with an inexplicable smile floating at the corner of his mouth, and lightly hooked his right index finger twice: "Coffee, give me coffee."

Chen Ling understood that this was asking for money.

This is one of the things that bore Chen Ling the most.

"I don't have coffee!" Chen Ling whispered. When he first arrived in Mali, Chen Ling decided to bear with him, not knowing the depth.

The border inspections in Mali are still using very backward purely manual operations. There is no information system and all rely on manual labor. This gives the frontline staff a lot of room for operation.

"You stay at the Radisson Hotel, where the wealthy people live, huh?" The police continued to move their fingers, holding Chen Ling's passport in his other hand and the immigration card filled out by Chen Ling.

Chen Ling looked at the policeman behind the window and didn't want to speak any more.

At this point, Morris had already completed the formalities in another window. He saw that Chen Ling was stopped, and did not come to help solve it, but went out immediately.

The police watched Chen Ling not speaking, put the immigration card in his passport, put it aside, and shouted:

"Next person!"

Chen Ling frowned and said, "Police officer, my procedures have not been completed yet."

"There is a problem with your ID. We need to check it again. Please get out of the way and let the people behind come up."

Chen Ling stood still: "What's wrong with my ID?"

"No need to explain to you. Get out!"

Chen Ling would naturally not let go.

"Police officer, there is nothing wrong with my credentials, and I didn't bring any coffee or coke, please let me pass. Otherwise, I will go directly to your chief!"

The police smiled contemptuously. Looking for the sir? The sir is waiting for me to honor him.

He stood up and waved to the soldier with a gun on duty.

The soldier came over immediately.

The police pointed at Chen Ling: "Take it away!"

The soldiers didn't talk nonsense, and reached out and grabbed Chen Ling's arm, and tried to take Chen Ling away with a slight force.

Passengers waiting in line for entry began to talk.

Among them are four Chinese faces.

"Oh, you can't be hard top! These disgusting people just want to tip." said one of the young people.

"Every time they ask me for tips, shit! See if they dare to ask white people for tips!" said another middle-aged man with a bald head.

"Do you want to help him contact the embassy? If he is detained like this, if no one comes to pick him up, he may be detained for several days or even sent back."

"But I'm not sure if he is our Chinese."

The soldier with the gun failed to pull Chen Ling.

He looked at Chen Ling up and down, nodded and smiled with the police officer. Strong body, right? Are you afraid of guns?

The soldier held the butt of his rifle slightly, and pointed the muzzle at Chen Ling.

When most people see the muzzle of a black hole, they will immediately lose the courage to resist the order and become as clever as a sheep.

However, Chen Ling is no ordinary person.

Originally, Chen Ling wanted to endure it, after all, he just arrived. However, I didn't expect to endure a little bit and was pointed at by the gun.

This trip to Mali was unpleasant at the beginning!

"Hey, buddy, hurry up and be soft, it will be troublesome to be locked up!" The Chinese lined up behind could not help shouting.

Chen Ling heard it, looked back, showed a slight smile, and nodded.

Facing the muzzle, he slowly raised his hands above his head.

"I surrender!" Chen Ling said loudly in French, turning around and toward the crowd behind him.

"Because, I didn't bring coffee or drinks, the police officer said that there was a problem with my credentials, and asked the brave soldier to shoot at me. I surrender, police officer, I surrender to you!"

The policeman behind the window stood up with anger, staring at Chen Ling closely.

"Shut up! Take it away!"

Hum——

There was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

"Police officer, what brand of coffee do you want? What brand of drink? I will prepare it for you next time!" Chen Ling naturally faced the police officer's anger without fear, and continued.

"I am a Chinese, and I will report to our embassy. In the future, we Chinese come to Mali and we have to bring coffee and drinks, otherwise we will be pointed at gunpoint and detained!"

The crowd in the line started to booze, talking about their own experiences.

Only the white people in the crowd were still shaking their heads slightly.

"My buddy is awesome!" The bald Chinese man gave Chen Ling a thumbs up. In the face of gunpoint, you can calmly give a speech, which is worthy of the word "niubi".

"Quiet!" a majestic voice sounded.

A black man in the uniform of a senior police officer appeared at the entrance of the hall, behind which stood Morris and another black man with a pot belly.

Morris ran to Chen Ling.

"Mr. Chen, are you okay? This is my Uncle Mohand."

"Hello, Mr. Chen, I'm sorry, my name is Mohand, I'm late..." The potbellied black man was sweaty with heat.

Chen Ling continued to raise his hands: "I've been arrested and can't leave!"

The senior police officer had also walked over and glared at the soldier with the gun. The soldier was all over and saluted.

The police officer glared at the policeman behind the window again. The policeman leaned over, picked up Chen Ling's passport, and walked out from behind the window.

"Has it been stamped?" the police officer asked.

The police nodded repeatedly.

The police officer turned around, handed the passport to Chen Ling and said, "Mr. Chen, your passport is ready, please take it."

Chen Ling still didn't put down his hands.

"I have a question for you. The police officer said that there is a problem with my credentials. Where is the problem? I will come again next time to avoid the same problem."

The senior police officer smiled and said, "Your passport is okay, and the entry stamp is already stamped."

Chen Ling glanced at the anxious Mohand and Morris next to him, and said, "This police officer will not deal with it. I will not enter the country."

Hearing Chen Ling's clear request, Mohand sighed. He was worried that Chen Ling would expand the matter, and that would be difficult to handle.

He approached the senior police officer and whispered a few words.

The senior police officer nodded.

He turned around, facing everyone in the hall, and cleared his throat.

"Attention, everyone, I announce a decision."

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