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

A few days ago, Boris was enjoying the sun, beauty and beaches of the southern hemisphere in Cape Town, South Africa.

The group has set up several private resorts in famous resorts around the world, and important customers and core members of the group can enjoy free services in them. The resort in Cape Town, South Africa is just one of them.

The private resort has luxurious facilities and is equipped with a world-class management service team. More importantly, the content of the service that can be enjoyed inside, cannot be verbalized.

That morning, Boris was on the beach of the resort, panting, giving humanity posture training to two young women, one in black and one in white.

Facing the sea, the phone rang as it gushed out.

Boris' closed eyes suddenly opened.

It was the dedicated cell phone that rang.

He immediately paused teaching and took two deep breaths to signal the two students to stop humming.

"Hello! This is Boris." Although he is naked, Boris's voice is neither humble nor overbearing. The group is doing business. Although this business is not visible, most of the group's customers are big-looking people with strong self-esteem, so you must pay special attention to proper proportions when dealing with them.

"Boris, I'm François, I'm looking for you for something." A rough man spoke from the microphone.

When François spoke in front of Chen Ling, his voice and intonation always revealed meekness and lowness, but he always maintained a style consistent with his body shape when speaking to outsiders.

Boris’s memory is very good, he remembers all the customers he has contacted. He once made a big deal in the Sahara Desert, which brought huge profits to the group. Boris’s personal pockets also bulged up a lot at once, so every customer of this transaction remembers very clearly. Except for Mr. Chen, who only knows his name.

Hearing François' self-reporting of his home, Bao Lisboo quickened his heartbeat. Can you make a fortune again?

He waved his hand to signal the two students, one black and the other white, to retreat. That's it for today's teaching.

Although the two students had flushed faces and still had a lot of thoughts, they had to simply pack up and withdraw.

"Mr. Francois, long time no see! What can I do for you?" Boris pulled a bath towel and wrapped himself up.

Big customers must be respected, even if the other party can't see themselves.

The next dialogue proved that Boris's heartbeat speeded up was justified.

Francois went straight ahead: "Boris, we have to deal with gold. The old rules, bring the bank's promissory note to pick up the goods."

"No problem, how many are there?" Boris smiled, thinking that it didn't surprise me.

"Five times the last time."

"Okay, five times the last time... five times?" Boris's face changed drastically, his right hand gripped the phone tightly and pressed against his ear, "Did you mean five times?"

"Five times."

"His—" Boris took a deep breath, settled, and said, "If it's five times, it's fifty tons?"

"You do it yourself! Move fast, Mr. Chen's request, you know." François finished speaking, told Boris the address, and hung up the phone.

Boris was stunned for a while, without noticing that the bath towel slipped on the floor.

Boris immediately reported to the boss of the group. The leaders of the group were in Italy and immediately approached the biggest customer after receiving the news.

This customer is not a person or a company, but a country. Only one country can handle such a large sum of gold. Moreover, it must be a country that just needs gold.

Soon, in exchange for gold, bank notes backed by oil were opened. Smuggling groups, major gold clients and banks each secretly sent their own experts to arrive in Mali from different channels to prepare for the completion of this transaction.

Boris served as the general coordinator and was responsible for shipping the gold out of Mali and into Europe.

In a hotel in Bamako, the first to take the shot was an expert on a major gold client, an old European man with white beard and hair.

He took the gold sample in François's hand and took a magnifying glass to examine it carefully.

"This is not gold!" The first words of the old man made everyone present almost stand up, only François sat still.

The old man smiled triumphantly when he saw the reactions of the people, and said: "This is a cultural relic that is more valuable than gold! It is the gold minted by the royal empire of Mali at that time, and the imprint on each piece is different. For studying the African Sahel The history and culture of the region, the Sahara Desert, and the Maghreb region all have very important significance."

The representative of the gold client's eyes lit up: "This is exactly what we need! There is nothing better than this for gold cultural relics. It can not only show our financial resources, but also reflect our profound cultural heritage. We are on the peninsula and the Sacher. The cultural trade exchanges between Le and Maghreb have a very long history..."

Everyone listened attentively to the words of major clients, even François showed qualities beyond the mercenary boss.

However, the mercenary boss has limited patience after all. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you have enough funds?"

"What are you talking about?" The big gold client was dissatisfied, not knowing whether it was because he was interrupted, or because he was questioned whether the funds were sufficient. He said: "Gold cultural relics, a proper premium on the basis of the gold price, are completely acceptable. Funding is not a problem. The question is whether you have so many goods, do you understand?"

This is for Francois.

"Tomorrow, we will inspect the goods." François will naturally not refuse the other party's initiative to increase the price.

Boris is even more happy to see the result, because the higher the transaction price, the higher the bonus he can get.

Bank experts are also happy to see the results. The larger the transaction amount, the higher the various fees that the bank will receive, and the higher the bonuses that those who handle the business will receive.

And the people who really pay, the big gold customers, just plan on the ground in their hometown, and the black gold will gush out, and they can't care about the premium.

There is another old man who doesn't care about the money, the old man with white beard and hair. He considers himself a pure person, and is more interested in his archaeological profession. It is also because of his fancy that major gold clients will hire him as an expert with high salaries.

"Did you dug the treasure of the Mali Empire's gold?" he asked.

François kept silent and looked at Boris with his face unchanged.

Boris hurriedly said: "Let's just talk about the transaction and don't care about other things. At 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, we will depart from this hotel and go to the warehouse to check the goods. If the inspection is no problem, the delivery will be on the spot!"

That night, François reported to Chen Ling.

Chen Ling said: "Be wary of the old man with white beard and hair."

"An archaeological veteran, why should we be vigilant?" Francois puzzled.

Chen Ling said solemnly: "I'm afraid that he is really a pure old scholar, then he is likely to use his knowledge to investigate and study this batch of gold, and finally may expose our secrets. You let Boris' people handle it. he."

This batch of gold can indeed be said to be a royal treasure of the Mali Empire.

The Morris family is indeed a family of gold guards. The ancestors are responsible for keeping a large amount of royal gold, part of which is buried by the river.

The so-called stone chamber is a guise, but in fact it is a large solid rock. Deep below the rock, there is another real stone room filled with gold nuggets, gold utensils and ornaments.

On that day, when Chen Ling's Taoist Return System was activated, Chen Ling saw the real treasure underground. It was just because there were so many people at the time, Chen Ling was worried that the news of the treasure unearthed would leak out, attracting all forces, especially the Malian government authorities, so he did not go out on the spot, but deliberately let everyone come to push the stone gate, and then use machinery to break it. Throughout the rock, let the news of the failure of digging treasure to circulate outside, thus concealing the truth.

Only a few people such as François and Saidou had this truth, and even Bill thought he really didn't find the treasure this time.

Saidu really fell ill because of his emotional ups and downs.

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