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

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The excavator drives the breaking hammer, hitting the rock, flashing a little spark, spreading far in the field.

Except for the personnel guarding the periphery, everyone's attention was focused on the breaking hammer. It seemed that a pile of gold would appear under the hammer at any time.

"Be careful!" Saidu was excited, clinging to the excavator like a young man, and commanding the operator.

"There are treasures inside. When you feel that the breaker has failed, stop immediately, you know? Don't damage the contents!"

With a smile at the corner of Chen Ling's mouth, he held up the camera and filmed the process of breaking, which can be kept as a souvenir in the future.

According to Chen Ling's arrangement, François arranged for people to be guarded around, personally led people to patrol, and walked back from time to time to take a look.

At first, he walked back every two minutes to take a look; slowly, he came back to take a look every five minutes. The excavator gradually shattered a large piece of rock, but no hole was exposed, and there was still rock under the rock.

I don't know how thick the walls of this stone room are.

Later, as long as he heard the croaking sound from a distance and did not stop, François would not come over.

The time passed quickly, and gradually into the middle of the night, the operator was rotated several times, and the onlookers seemed to lose interest. Saidu sat on the ground like a child, staring at the excavator blankly. Work.

One of the broken hammers is broken, replace it with a new one and continue...

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A few days later, there was a joke and a short video of breaking a rock through the upper class of Mali.

The guard family of the Mali Empire, which claimed to be of pure blood, split into two factions in order to compete for the so-called ancestral treasure, and fought a decisive battle in a forest, killing and wounding dozens of tribesmen. The victorious elders were triumphant and excavated the ancestral treasure on the spot, but only dug out a large artificially carved stone.

In anger, the elder used a large machine to work all night, breaking the big rock into gravel on the ground. In the end, he lost his blood, and the elder vomited blood and went back, lying in bed.

At the same time, some media began to report ODF's illegal and criminal activities in Mali, with video screenshots. ODF colluded with local militants and planned the attack on the Radisson Hotel; colluded with the scum of the Malian army, smuggled arms, and funded terrorists.

In the beginning, both the Malian government and ODF companies came out to refute the rumors. In particular, the person in charge of ODF in Mali took the initiative to find a TV station to accept an interview, threatening to resort to law and sue the media for defamation.

Unexpectedly, a number of TV stations received a CD at the same time, which contained a video of interrogation of more than a dozen people. It explained ODF's activities in Mali in great detail. It also showed a lot of internal documents of ODF from its headquarters in France to Mali. Branch offices and several branches in neighboring countries have been involved.

After the video was released, the public aroused anger, and the Malian government authorities had to come out and make a thorough investigation of ODF's illegal and criminal activities in Mali.

The local people in France are very dissatisfied with the behavior of their own country's companies, and public opinion is very loud, asking the French government to save France's international image of freedom, equality, and fraternity.

The ODF team in Mali was struggling to deal with the media and angry Malian people, so they had to get together and quietly escaped from their residence one night and headed to the airport.

The car was driving on the road and was shot to death by militants ambushing in the dark, and none of them survived.

The French nationals in Mali fell into panic and evacuated Mali and returned to France. The public opinion in France also reversed, condemning the Malian government for condoning people's retaliation.

The French government took the opportunity to put pressure on the Malian government. However, several neighboring countries where ODF has business also launched investigations, which made France feel the pressure brought by the unity of the former colonial countries for the first time. To make matters worse, countries such as United States, Britain, and China also jumped out and asked France to give an explanation.

Chen Ling returned to Bamako when the ODF incident was raging.

Chen Ling saw her in the lobby of the hotel where Hu Xiaoxiao was staying.

Hu Xiaoxiao dressed in a simple dress, with small white cloth strips on his chest. Compared to when she first arrived in Mali, she looked better.

Compared to the last time Chen Ling saw her, she was obviously thinner.

The two each ordered a cup of tea and sat face to face.

Looking at the tanned man in front of him, Hu Xiaoxiao said, "I heard that you are the patriarch?"

Chen Ling nodded: "Temporary, the real patriarch is not me."

The TV in the lobby is broadcasting the scandal of the ODF company. Hu Xiaoxiao pointed to the TV screen: "This matter has something to do with you, right?"

"No!" Chen Ling denied.

"Then what have you been up to these days? Digging for treasure?" Hu Xiaoxiao obviously didn't believe what Chen Ling said.

"You should have heard of it, but you haven't dug up anything." Chen Ling said blankly.

Hu Xiaoxiao also denied: "I haven't heard. I only heard that you went to get revenge. Is it done?"

Chen Ling hesitated and said, "It's done, the damned ones are already dead."

"The people at the embassy told me, and Bill told me that it was the ODF company who instigated the killing of my brother..." Hu Xiaoxiao stared at Chen Ling's eyes and pursed his mouth.

"Thank you!" she said.

Chen Ling shook his head: "It's for myself, don't thank me."

"I saw that strong man in Algeria, is it yours?" Hu Xiaoxiao looked at Francois in the cafe and asked.

"Yes." Chen Ling did not deny. Hu Xiaoxiao had seen François a long time ago, and had seen Chen Ling and François arrest people together.

"Then will you keep doing these things in the future?"

"What's the matter?"

Hu Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Ling dissatisfiedly, then sighed, and said, "Don't talk about it. I will go back to China in two days and bring my brother's ashes back to China."

"It was these things that came to me, not that I took the initiative to do those things." Chen Ling explained. Since coming to Africa, Chen Ling has never caused trouble, nor is he afraid of trouble. However, it seemed that the less he was afraid of things, the more things came to him.

"I know." Hu Xiaoxiao nodded, "Bill is very responsible in his work, and the female security guards are also very dedicated. I hope you will also take your own safety seriously in the future."

"I'm afraid of death, you know..."

"I didn't see it, all I saw were gunshots, so just drill wherever you go..." Hu Xiaoxiao said, "A few days ago, Bill and Morris didn't tell me the truth. I'm actually worried about you...but , I blamed you, sorry!"

"Don't say that. The matter is too complicated. The behavior of the black people is a bit weird. At first, I thought it was the result of me. I didn't dare to see you. That's why I left you alone in Bamako. "Chen Ling said, took out an object from his pocket and handed it to Hu Xiaoxiao.

"What is this?" Hu Xiaoxiao asked, looking at a bullet in her hand.

"Bill said you picked up a few bullet shells..."

"They have been thrown away. I don't need these things." Hu Xiaoxiao handed the cartridge back to Chen Ling. "My brother came to Africa not to fight, but to build."

Chen Ling didn't take the cartridge case and said, "This cartridge case is the one that killed your brother's murderer. I did it for the first time... you keep it."

Hu Xiaoxiao glanced at Chen Ling deeply and said, "You don't have to do it yourself, you have so many people under your hand."

Chen Ling shook his head, as if to get rid of the bad memories brought about by the first hands-on, and said: "There will always be the first time...what your brother has to do, let's do it for him."

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