What Yang Feng is most concerned about now is not his jewelry transactions. He is not very short of money yet. Besides, he likes to pay with gold the most, so that he will avoid attracting others' attention because of a large amount of gold.

What he is most concerned about now is Jinyuan’s security forces. Although Mozambique has a stable political situation, he cannot forget that this country fought each other a few years ago.

According to his previous instructions, Ye Yan recruited more than 100 retired soldiers in China. Now the first batch of fifty people have arrived. They are all from rural areas and the poorest poor mountain valleys. Apart from the retirement money, they have nothing to do with their future. Of course, there are also a few urban youths who are full of yearning for the mercenary profession.

"This doesn't work. It looks like a migrant worker. Pulling it out will damage our Jinyuan's image!" Yang Feng was very dissatisfied when he saw his outfit. He was old-fashioned camouflage uniforms, canvas high-waist boots, and artificial leather armed belts. It is estimated that Feng Zhigang also wanted to save him money. The only difference between him and migrant worker is that each person carries an ak47.

"I changed it, and I changed it to American camouflage, such as bulletproof vests, helmets, and military boots. I changed my guns according to the equipment of the Afghan American soldiers, and got all the m16 and m4s. Then I went to EO to hire a few instructors to train well, and also replaced the car."

Yang Feng looked at the Toyota pickup trucks very unhappy.

"Switch to Hummer h1!" He waved his hand with a rich temperament.

"I'll think about it," he pondered for a while and called Elena's phone.

"When will you be back?" Ye Yan answered the phone, and she looked so irritated.

"It's almost done. Go back in a few days. Call Elena to listen to the phone. Elena, please contact your father. I need three infantry fighting vehicles, preferably wheeled, that kind of btr90, let him transport it directly to Mozambique!" Yang Feng said.

"Boss, are you going to overthrow this country?" Feng Zhigang said in fear.

"Don't talk nonsense, we are businessmen. We are legal businessmen. In order to protect our legal rights and interests from being violated, we must have enough force. In addition, we can get a group of prostitutes, yellow or white people. Do you want the young men to find those black aunts to solve their needs?" Yang Feng said dissatisfiedly.

A group of pure young people educated from China were stunned by the fact that they were such a boss, so evil.

"Did you all understand what I said?" Yang Feng asked his mercenaries.

A group of retired boys nodded in a hurry.

"You go out!" He pointed to a person who looked honest and honest.

"Why are you willing to work in Africa?"

"I want to make money and go home to buy a house and get married!"

"Are you stupid? You have been bleeding and sweating for decades and finally saved some property, then bought a house worth up to one-fifth of your actual value, and then gave more than four-fifths of your hard-earned money to the public servants and black-hearted businessmen, so that they could raise celebrities to live in luxury houses, and then you continued to bleed and sweat, and wait for a few decades to come again?

As for marrying a wife, don’t tell me that there is a pure love waiting for you. I guess even if there is, when you go back with all the vicissitudes of life, your pure love is already lying in the arms of a wealthy man.

If you just want a house and a woman, then I can tell you, give me five years to do whatever work I need you to do, including killing and setting fire. You will have your own villa in this country, and there is your little maid in the villa. Of course, it is also perfect if you like to let her serve you in bed. If your pure love is still waiting for you at that time, you can bring her over and let her live a luxurious life with a villa and a servant."

The pure young man squatted in the corner with a confused look and studied life. Yang Feng called out another one: "Where are you? You can't be the same as him?"

"Report to the sir, I yearn for the life of mercenaries, and my dream is to kill and set fire freely."

"Very good, you are a smart person, and you can live the life you like here." Yang Feng patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

Under Boss Yang's sweet words, the outlook on life and values ​​of these young people in their twenties completely collapsed.

The next day was the day when the hospital was completed. Yang Feng, who was wearing a Chinese standing collar, personally held an unveiling ceremony for the hospital accompanied by officials of the Mozambique Ministry of Health, Chinese Ambassador to Mozambique, World Health Organization officials, and Mayor Penba.

Yangfeng Charity Hospital, six large gilded characters shine in the sunshine of the southern hemisphere, next to them are comments in English and Portuguese.

This time he made a big splash. Although he was just a small hospital, he still attracted a lot of attention from the media, especially domestic media. Not only China Yang, but also the TV stations in his province and city have sent reporters. Even Xinhua News Agency conducted an exclusive interview with him to discuss the prospects of China-Molipin friendship.

"His mayor, thank you very much for your support during this period." Yang Feng stretched out his hand to Mayor Pengba and said.

"Mr. Yang, I should thank you on behalf of the hundreds of thousands of residents of Pengba City!" The mayor held his hand and immediately raised his eyebrows. There was a hard thing in Yang Feng's hand.

The two of them let go of their hands quietly. The mayor glanced at the palm of his hand as fast as possible, then took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat that did not exist on his head. As for the diamond, it naturally fell into his pocket.

"Mr. Yang, is there anything else I need to serve? You are our most honorable guest, so don't be polite to us." He naturally understood that Yang Feng would not give him diamonds for free, and immediately asked with a smile on his face.

"Mayor, you also know that I have a lot of assets in Pemba, so I inevitably need a certain amount of security force. I like to play with some heavy weapons, so their equipment may be a bit beyond the actual needs, such as there will be several armored vehicles, etc. I hope it will not cause misunderstandings among the people of Pemba." Yang Feng said.

"No problem, who doesn't have a private hobby yet. Actually, I have a suggestion. The coast of Pemba is so beautiful. Why don't you buy a piece of land to build a private estate? In your private estate, no one will mind if you like to play."

"This proposal is very good. I wonder how much land I can buy for ten million dollars?"

"Ah, then you can buy a piece of land as big as the entire city. Not to mention playing armored vehicles, you are enough to play fighter jets." The mayor smiled and said, "The big mercenary companies in Europe and the United States have their own bases in many African countries, and there are also people who really play fighter jets. As long as you have money to make money, no country will care about these things."

Selling the deserted land to Yang Feng can increase municipal income and bring benefits to himself. As for what Yang Feng bought it, it has nothing to do with him. The two of them quickly decided. Moreover, the mayor also asked someone to take out a map and pointed out Yang Feng's available location. The rest was to determine the area and then trade it. Naturally, there were professionals to take charge of this.

"Mr. Yang, this is Dr. Caroline, the director provided by the World Health Organization, and she and five volunteers will work for your hospital for three years for free. There are twenty medical staff who need you to pay." The black mature woman walked over and said with a white girl of twenty-seven or eight years old.

"Welcome, Dr. Caroline. You have solved my big trouble." Yang Feng said holding the female doctor's little hand.

"Mr. Yang, you need to be polite. You should say that you solved our big trouble. I have worked in this country for two years and have seen too many people who have to endure the torture of illness because they have no money. What I most desire is to have a hospital that provides them with shelter. You have fulfilled my wish." Caroline said.

"Then everything here is left to you. If you need to spend money, you can directly contact Mr. Feng, but it is best to make plans in advance, because I cannot be here for a long time. His funds also require approval from my headquarters in China." Yang Feng said.

"I understand!" Caroline nodded.

The hospital also completed his primary school. The teachers here are provided by the Ministry of Education of Mozambique. Of course, the salary is paid by Yang Feng. There are three volunteers from China who will be responsible for teaching Chinese and Chinese culture, such as Confucius. When Yang Feng heard those little black charcoals recite the Three Character Classic in a strange voice, he felt overwhelmed.

After dealing with these things, it was his turn to trade jewelry. The jeweler Feng Zhigang contacted was a white South African man. He made a fortune from the Sierra Leone civil war, so he was naturally not a good bird. He handled countless blood diamonds. With enough profits, Yang Feng's jewelry source was nothing to do.

However, when the transaction was completed, the two of them hugged a small model and lay relaxed and happy on the beach basking in the sun, this guy deliberately teased Yang Feng like a curious baby: "Mr. Yang, is your friend's ancestor an Egyptian pharaoh? Or a prince of India?"

When Mr. Philip felt a little blocked in his chest when he poured out a whole box of jewelry like he poured out sand.

"Mr. Philip, what if I tell you that my friend's ancestors are really Indian princes?" Yang Fengzhen said with a smile, his incorruptible hands wandering on the buttocks of the beautiful woman in his arms.

Philip shrugged, not interested in continuing the topic. He was interested in how many such friends Yang Feng has.

"It's hard to say. I have always like to make friends. Maybe a new friend will be added in a few days." Yang Feng said.

"A Indian prince like your friend?" Philip said with a smile.

"It could also be the pharaoh of Egypt."

"Then let's have a drink for him in advance!" Philip said with a glass beside him.

He could already conclude that Yang Feng was the front desk agent of an international tomb robbery group. Of course, for a jewelry businessman, he liked such a collaborator.

Philip ate all Yang Feng's jewelry and transferred $50 million to his UBS account.

"Yang, should your friend have some antiques in his hands?" Before getting on the plane, he kindly reminded Yang Feng.

"This is really a little bit more. If you are interested, maybe I can bring some to us to appreciate it next time." Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Then let's decide?" Philip stretched out his hand.

"I'm sure!" Yang Feng said, holding his hand.

After selling the jewelry, Yang Feng flew back to China on the rented Bombardier. As soon as he got off the plane, he was surrounded by reporters waiting at the airport. It has to be said that this guy is now a news figure. Whether it is his African charity or the Taizu Mobao that has been hyped for more than a month, they are enough to attract attention from all walks of life. The people greeted by the airport even include municipal government officials.

After some hypocritical politeness, Yang Feng got into Ye Yan's car. The girl actually bought herself a beetle, and it was a pink convertible version. Yang Feng felt like he was thundering.

"I'm going to Africa to do charity. I have nowhere to spend my money. Some of them need help in China." Ye Yan said dissatisfied while driving.

"You don't understand this. Charity has a purpose. Foreigners engage in charity for the sake of fame. If a philanthropist is famous, then his government must try his best to protect him. Even if he does something in private that does not match his reputation, as long as it is not intolerable, his government cannot move him, because once it moves him, it will cause the government to lose a large part of the people's hearts. In other words, it will lose a large part of the votes.

Just like I was in Africa, I built hospitals and schools for the people there, and I covered me with smuggling arms, selling antiques, and even mercenaries.

Why do Chinese people lack great philanthropists? Even if there are, most of them are artists. The reason is very simple, because there is no need to be such trouble. It is much better to invest the investment in charity directly into the hands of some people than to do charity," said Yang Feng.

"Then why did you invest in Miss Lanlan's charity? She asked me every day that your calligraphy was sold. She also said that you promised her to take out 40% of the kindergarten and orphanage to build a kindergarten and an orphanage." Ye Yan looked at her with a smile.

"If I said I was blackmailed by her, would you believe it?" Yang Feng said cautiously.

"I believe you, a big-headed ghost, did you leave any evidence behind when you get into bed with someone?" Ye Yan said viciously.

"Don't talk nonsense, how could a good man like me do that kind of thing!" Yang Fengli said with confidence.

"No?" Ye Yan stared into his eyes, but soon snorted: "Hmph, let's believe you."

Yang Feng's Taizu calligraphy has now been fired to 150 million. Girls like Ye Yan are very cunning. They even make the quotes of every person who comes to consult to those who also come to consult, and occasionally use some tricks of girls to stimulate the male vanity of those guys. The person with the highest quotation is waiting for Jinyuan Company.

"What do you call me sir?" Yang Feng asked enthusiastically.

"The name is just a code name. And I think you understand, I won't tell you my real name, so you can just call me Wuming." This is a brainless person in his twenties, wearing high-end customized clothes, the style is very consistent with Yang Feng's taste, and it has a bit of a change in the German SS uniform, and he speaks with a proud look on his face.

"Ah, then, Mr. Wuming, can you tell me why you like this calligraphy so much? You should know that the original works of Taizu are not uncommon. To be honest, 150 million is indeed a bit surprised."

"This is worth 1.5 million. What I value is the signature behind it, because there is my great-grandfather's handwriting there." The man pretending to be b said with a sneer.

"Ah, so that's it. I really didn't expect that the person sitting in front of me was the descendant of a founding father. It was really rude." Yang Feng said with a look of surprise.

What kind of pretending is that you might be able to take out the manure in the next generation!

"Oh, to be honest, there are too many people who have contacted me recently. I originally wanted to come back and have a private bid after I come back. You should know that the bidding is lower than yours is only 10 million lower. If you sell it to you like this, it would be a bit unfair to him. Otherwise, I will treat you tonight and we will gather together?" Yang Feng asked insidiously.

"No need, I don't have the interest to meet those guys full of stinky stinky people, 200 million!" said the man pretending to be b.

Yang Feng took a breath of air conditioning.

The man pretending to be b showed a hint of arrogant sneer.

"This, this makes me embarrassed!" Yang Feng said with his hands rubbing.

"Boss, Mr. Wu's phone number!" Zhang Yunyun twisted her butt and handed a cell phone.

Yang Feng apologized to the pretender, and then took the phone.

"Mr. Yang, I've waited for you!" A Cantonese accent came from it. When Yang Feng heard it, he was a monkey. This guy not only knew Cantonese, but also had big slags in Northeast China.

"I have been in Africa lately, I hope you can forgive me!"

"It doesn't matter! I like your Taizu Mo Bao very much. Can you transfer it to me? Miss Zhang just said that now the maximum bid is 150 million, so I am willing to pay 200 million."

"But, but now there is a gentleman in front of me who is going to pay 200 million, and the lettering also has the signature of his great-grandfather. How can I refuse him?" Yang Feng said embarrassedly.

"Then it's 250 million! You probably don't know very well. The more you have such a family, there are actually many families that don't have much money. If there are people on the stage, it's better, you can always get one or two state-owned companies to support them. If there are no one on the stage, it's also very down and out. Unlike those who do real estate, money is just a number!"
To be continued...