Qiu Yanlin's little heart thumped straight, she licked her red lips and said weakly: "Okay, Brother Dong."

Xie Wendong walked up, first looked around the villagers, then sighed and said, "We are organized by the Iranian Red Cross. We originally wanted to transport this batch of supplies to the northwest area for disaster relief. Now seeing that you are living so hard, I will leave half of the supplies in the car for you. In addition, I will also compensate each injured villagers for a sum of money so that you can buy medicine to recuperate. The only premise is to let us leave safely."

Qiu Yanlin didn't say a word and translated Xie Wendong's words into Persian.

After hearing Qiu Yanlin's words, the villagers were shocked in an instant, and even the people lying on the ground moaning and in pain became much less voiced. What? They wanted to leave half of the supplies for themselves. Didn't they beat you so hard that you didn't know me, and I didn't know you. Now, why did you suddenly become so good?

These Iranian villagers seem to be less likely to trust others, and they stand there and don’t move, let alone someone comes out to confirm.

It was getting late, and Xie Wendong didn't have time to waste too much time here. With a wave of his hand, he asked someone to drive two of the trucks over, opened the carriage, and began to organize the bodyguards to unload the goods. In order to cover up, the trucks were loaded with rice, flour and vegetables.

These things are not worth mentioning to Xie Wendong, but to these villagers, they are as valuable as gold. Seeing that the other party was really unloading the goods, the villagers finally believed that these people were showing goodwill to them and helping them. So they also began to unload the goods down.

With so many people, the power was great. So many people quickly moved all the goods from the two goods. After counting, there were a total of ten tons of rice, one thousand kilograms of rice, five tons of flour, four or five hundred kilograms of cabbage, carrots, and potatoes. These things can solve the food rations of hundreds of people in the village for half a year.

Xie Wendong took out another 400 million riyal Iranian currency, which was about 100,000 yuan to distribute it to the villagers present.

Seeing large riyal banknotes lying in the palm of their hands, these people's wariness was finally completely put down. They prayed and thanked "God of Allah". After praying, they thanked Wendong and others. Without further ado, the villagers had begun to clear the obstacles on the road.

"Brother Dong, the chief of this village wants to talk to you." Xie Wendong was smoking with his brothers. Qiu Yanlin walked to him and whispered. Xie Wendong turned his head and saw an old man in his gray hair, looking at him in his eighties and nineties, with the support of two young men, looking forward to this side.

Xie Wendong thought for a while, threw half of the cigarette in his hand on the ground and stomped it out, and then walked towards him. Seeing Xie Wendong coming, the old man clenched his fist, placed his arm on his chest, bent down and said, "Thank you, the messenger sent by Lord Allah, to save his poor people." Pers

Xie Wendong looked sideways and asked Qiu Yanlin: "What did he say?" Qiu Yanlin burst out laughing: "He said that Brother Dong is an envoy sent by Allah and a god."

It doesn't matter if she smiled, and she completely got drunk with the bodyguards under her hands. In their impression, Team Leader Zhang was serious and always looked serious on weekdays, giving people a sense of majesty. Unexpectedly, in front of Mr. Xie, all the reserved airs before were put down, leaving only the charm of a little woman. Is it the stronger the man, the more charming the bodyguards cheered up their spirits and tried to fully display their full passion and men's charm in front of the team leader?

Qiu Yanlin's obscene swept the bodyguards, and immediately stopped her smile, and said in her heart: "What are you pretending to be? No matter how good you pretend, you don't have any charm." When her attention was focused on Xie Wendong, her eyes softened again.

Xie Wendong smiled upwards and said, "Tell him that I am not a god, but an ordinary person."

"Wendong, you are the god in my heart." Zhang Yating's eyebrows were curved, and she deliberately pulled Xie Wendong's cuffs, expressing her strong love without any concealment. In fact, Zhang Yating is not a person who likes to express, nor is she a person who likes to show off. She will go from a famous Macau Tianzi leader to this charming little woman now, all because of the innate nature of women.

Women are born with a jar, a jealous jar. The higher they are, the more beautiful they are, the more they love to drink sour vinegar. When they get jealous, they can easily change their appearance.

Xie Wendong's attention was on the chief of the two cards. He didn't notice that Zhang Yating was "loving the land" beside him. He continued: "I hope they will work hard in the future. Not every time they will have such luck, and they will meet people like us."

Qiu Yanlin smiled sweetly at Xie Wendong and translated his words into Persian.

When the old chief and two young men heard this, they lowered their heads and sighed. The old man said helplessly: "We villagers live a wealthy life, but they often cause disasters over the years, either locust plagues or floods or droughts. We cannot see the government's relief. We can't walk this way. Look at the children, how hungry they are."

Xie Wendong was also helpless. There were more people like them in the world. He could save one, but ten. He heard this, he had nothing to say.

"Emunique of Allah, where are you going?" asked the old Persian chief. Xie Wendong did not dare to say that he was transporting nuclear warheads to Saudi Arabia. He told a small lie: "We are going to the southwest to provide disaster relief. The remaining half of this batch of supplies must be transported there." The old middle-aged chief looked at several trucks and looked at the southwest direction: "It's so late, are you going to Avas City to rest?"

According to the plan, Xie Wendong and others' second stop was Avas City. However, because the place was too close to the rebel armed Allah brigade and the danger was too great, they did not intend to stay there, just to travel. Xie Wendong did not comment, but asked: "Is there any problem?"

"If you plan to rest in Avaz City, I advise you not to sit like that."

"Why can't you go?" The person who asked Persia was not Xie Wendong, but Qiu Yanlin.
Chapter completed!