I'm reborn and I'm an international student again?

"Hey, Mr. Wang, this is Zou Huajian, the one who deals in engineering materials... What, you're no longer in Africa? I was actually thinking of finding an opportunity to collaborate with you..."

"Mr. Li, I'm currently in Africa! Yes, yes, the grasslands here are beautiful, I've heard they're covered in gold... Why did you come to Africa? Well, it's because domestic development has reached a bottleneck and we want to expand overseas. I've even taken over the Hengxiao project... Alright, alright, see you next time you're back in Africa..."

"Mr. Zhang, I'm Zou Huajian. We worked together many years ago... I've heard you've made a lot of money doing business here..."

Zou Huajian made several phone calls, but none of the responses he received were what he wanted.

If Chen Xi were there, he would definitely laugh his head off.

And you still brag about having drunk with the Xu family? They wouldn't even bother with a small-time materials merchant like you.

It's obvious that Zou Huajian is a braggart. He's just a small to medium-sized businessman in China, but after taking a few small orders from Hengxiao, he goes around saying he's very familiar with the Xu family, trying to get others to look up to him.

This kind of thing is actually very common in China, just like people buying nice cars to show off. Only they themselves know how much money they actually have and their own worth.

"Come on, I'll take you out of town to broaden your horizons. Go contact the hotel manager; we need to hire a car. It's only two hundred dollars to hire armed men—cheaper than hiring extras back home! After all, this is a remote, impoverished area; the spending power here is limited!" Zou Huajian stood up triumphantly after making the call.

Zou Zhi was delighted to hear this, but Chen Xi had just told him not to wander off, and he immediately thought of something: "Okay, I'll go register with Qian Jiajia first. Otherwise, the vice president will start complaining again..."

In fact, he was quite dissatisfied with Chen Xi's style—dawdling and being overly cautious. Zou Zhi believed that Chen Xi was deliberately putting on airs by using his position as vice president to make others obey him.

Zou Huajian waved his hand: "Just say we're out for a stroll in the city, they won't know anyway. Oh, and find a translator, neither of us speaks English well!"

“That’s no problem. I know people in the team, so it won’t be difficult to bring one over.” Zou Zhi nodded upon hearing this.

In another room, Qian Jiajia was lying on the bed playing on her phone: "Why doesn't the vice president take me with him when he goes out? It's so boring!"

"Ding-dong." Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Qian Jiajia thought Chen Xi had returned and excitedly jumped off the bed.

When she opened the door and saw the young man standing outside, the smile on her face vanished instantly: "What are you doing here? Trying to get out?"

Many people went out, but most of them just strolled around the city. Qian Jiajia had already seen through the little scheme of the Zou uncle and nephew, and she immediately guessed the reason.

"Yes, my uncle and I want to stroll around the city." Zou Zhi rubbed his nose.

"Really? You're not planning to go somewhere else, are you? Quite a few people went out today, so maybe you should go tomorrow. People who go out have to report to me every now and then, and it's getting difficult for me to manage so many people." Qian Jiajia pulled out the excuse she had prepared beforehand.

"Tomorrow? Okay." Zou Zhi didn't object, he just nodded.

Seeing the man agree so readily, Qian Jiajia couldn't help but wonder: Why is Zou Zhi suddenly so obedient?

When he came, didn't he always argue with the vice president?

Before she could think any further, her phone rang immediately.

"You go ahead with your work, I'm going back to my room to rest." Zou Zhi waved his hand when he saw this.

Qian Jiajia nodded in response and closed the door. She frowned slightly after answering the phone: "Okay, you wait over there..."

After saying that, Qian Jiajia immediately pulled out a small notebook from her bag, which was filled with densely packed phone numbers, all of which Chen Xi had left for her.

"The vice president said that if anyone is being harassed, they should call this number..." Qian Jiajia searched through her notebook and muttered to herself.

Half an hour later.

Zou Zhi led a young man into his room.

"Uncle, this is Song Siming. He'll be coming with us when we go out."

"Sure thing, I've already contacted an old friend. I'll take you to see the world then." Zou Huajian smiled and tossed each of them a cigarette.

"Have you spoken to Qian Jiajia? The vice president said everyone has to register when they go out. I originally wanted to visit a company, but unfortunately I haven't been able to get in touch with them yet..." Song Siming wore glasses and looked very refined.

“I already said that. She seemed very busy just now… Besides, so many people have already gone out, what’s there to worry about…” Zou Zhi put his arm around Song Siming’s shoulder, and Zou Huajian also stood up. The two of them smiled and pushed Song Siming out of the house.

Upon arriving at the hotel lobby, Zou Huajian gave his nephew a wink, telling him to chat with Song Siming while he secretly went to find the hotel manager.

"An armed convoy gets $200 per trip out of the city, right?" Zou Huajian asked with a smile.

“Yes, sir. If needed, I can arrange it right now…” the hotel manager replied, his belly protruding.

"Are you coming with us? I don't understand English."

"Don't worry about that. We have Mandarin-speaking people in our armed forces. Actually, all you need to do is provide the address; it's just a matter of driving. Everyone here knows our hotel's name, so no one will cause trouble..."

"Okay, then I need a car."

"We always set off in at least two cars together."

"Then should we still charge 200 per session?"

"Yes."

Zou Huajian was overjoyed when he heard this.

$200, plus two cars.

This is incredibly cheap!
Soon, two modified armed jeeps appeared at the entrance.

A burly black man with a gun jumped out of the car in front of them, grinned at the three of them, and then said in Mandarin, "Distinguished guests, please get in the car."

Zou Huajian laughed heartily: "Look at this service attitude, it's simply impeccable! This $200 is absolutely worth it. Compared to this, the service industry in China is like heaven and earth. It's making me not want to go back."

The hotel manager stood at the lobby entrance, waving goodbye to the three. Watching the departing car, a slight smile played on his lips.

At this moment, in front of a restaurant several kilometers away from the hotel.

"Stop bothering us, we have no money!"

"Exactly, you don't understand if you don't have money."

"Are you kidding me? They can't even speak a word of English." Three yellow-skinned youths were surrounded by a group of black children, while several large black men stood in front of them, arms crossed, watching the spectacle.

The national language of Tanzania is Swahili, which, along with English, is one of the official languages.

Swahili is spoken by more than 90% of the population in Tanzania.

As a second official language, English is mainly used in government documents, higher education, and international communication, and is used less frequently in daily life than Swahili.

Although it is considered lower than Swahili, ordinary people can still speak a few simple English phrases.

These people are similar to thugs in other countries; they're just trying to extort money!

In fact, Asians often encounter these kinds of things when they travel to other countries, such as Egypt and India.

Chen Xi also encountered a situation where he was extorted in Russia last time.

It was very hot outside, and the young men, surrounded by people, were already soaked with sweat. Just then, a jeep suddenly stopped beside them. The door opened, and Qian Jiajia, carrying a small shoulder bag, jumped out of the vehicle. Two men in uniforms also got out with her.

The two police officers were a middle-aged man with yellow skin and a strong black man.

“It’s you again, Juma! All you ever do is harass tourists.” The middle-aged man stood with his hands on his hips and approached the group of young black men.

It's clear that these people have dealt with each other many times because of this matter.

“Ahmad is just trying to make a living. Look at the children, they’re all skin and bones.” The man named Juma shrugged.

He felt a sense of disdain for the yellow-skinned police officer in front of him. What right did someone who had traveled all the way from Malaysia have to govern them, the local residents?

"Is your way of eating to take food from other people's bowls? If everyone did it like you, wouldn't it be chaos? How many times have I warned you? Go find a job." Ahmed curled his lip.

"This is my job! Besides, why is it chaotic? We're not robbers, we're just putting in our labor to get the pay we deserve."

"Give me a break. You mean by 'labor'? You mean those kids giving directions and pretending to be tour guides? They can't even speak a word of English. How can they understand the tourists' questions?" Ahmed scoffed.

Qian Jiajia was currently questioning the association members about their situation, while the other black police officer was leaning against the car smoking, clearly not wanting to get involved at all.

"Drip."

"What? Something happened over there too?"

Furious, Qian Jiajia answered the phone, only to find her head spinning again. She hadn't finished dealing with this issue when another problem arose.

Juma handed Ahmed a cigarette: "Help me out, it's not easy for anyone. I heard things are chaotic up north now, and it's not peaceful here either. You're just a government employee, and it's hard to say whether the current government will even still exist in a while, right?"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man, who had originally intended to teach the other party a lesson, immediately fell silent.

This police response was ordered by higher-ups. The world is in turmoil these days, and it's hard to say whether those higher-ups will even exist in the future. Zhu Ma's words weren't alarmist. People like them, in uniform, are already doing jobs that offend people. If their uniforms lose their deterrent effect, they'll be hunted down and killed.

"Something's wrong! Someone else is in trouble!" Qian Jiajia ran over at that moment.

Ahmed frowned, glanced at the people beside him, and then said, "How about we just pay them some money? They did guide them, so a small amount will suffice..."

Qian Jiajia, hands on her hips, said, "Are you kidding me? You're a law enforcement officer. It's clearly our people who are being harmed, yet you don't arrest them and instead demand money from us? I shouldn't have called you."

“If he hadn’t come, the number would have been different. It’s not easy being a tour guide either,” Zhu Ma said with a smile, revealing a set of white teeth.

That smug expression made Qian Jiajia really want to punch him.

"Didn't you say something happened elsewhere too? Let's quickly downplay the incident and make it a thing of the past," Ahmed reminded the girl.

"Damn, did you Africans learn your mediating skills from back home? I've never seen anyone in uniform mediating with people abroad. You've really mastered the essence of what we have back home." Qian Jiajia cursed and pulled out a few bills from her wallet in annoyance.

If something hadn't happened elsewhere, she definitely wouldn't have given the other party the money; she would have insisted on arguing with them.

Zhu Ma took the money, smiled, and nodded his thanks to Qian Jiajia. He kept calling her "boss" and said a lot of words of blessing, which made Qian Jiajia roll her eyes several times.

Then, Juma turned to Ahmed and said, "Thanks, but I still have to kindly remind you that in this day and age, it's very dangerous for you to wear this outfit. Who knows when your employer might change? You might as well go south; the situation there is relatively more stable."

"Hmph, if you could predict everything so accurately, you wouldn't be here swindling people." Ahmed put on his sunglasses, gave the young man a disdainful reply, and hurriedly got into the police car.

After Qian Jiajia and the others left, a young Black man looked at Zhu Ma and asked, "Will things really get chaotic? Should we run south?"

Zhu Ma carefully put the money he received into his pocket: "I was just scare him. Besides, where can we lowly people go? We're penniless and can't even afford food. We'll probably die on the way. Alright, kids, go eat!"

With that, he waved his hand and turned to leave. He had looked relaxed just moments before, but now he was full of worry.

Inside a market.

"Is this what you use to deliver goods? There are so many of them, if one of them falls over during a sharp turn, we'll lose all our money." Chen Xi looked at Fujiwara Akihiro with a dark face.

Several Black men stood in front of the bicycle, nervously wringing their hands.

"There's no other way. Considering the roads, costs, and the number of vehicles, transporting goods by bicycle and motorcycle is often the most cost-effective and convenient. Besides, giving people a job is equivalent to solving the local government's employment problem, and it won't cause trouble for them. Why not? Our goods were able to reach their destination safely by relying on them when we moved them from the north..." Fujiwara Akihiro explained.

"I bet a lot of things were lost along the way." Chen Xi glanced at the somewhat old Type 38 bicycles worn by the Black men.

“No, their convoy is very famous in the north. They are all highly skilled and have almost never had an accident. They deliver goods quickly and cheaply, and the people are very honest. Especially this Odebiao, he is the fastest in their village…” Fujiwara Akira pointed to a black man in front of him.

Chen Xi didn't know how this guy could tell them apart; in his eyes, these black people all looked almost identical.

Is it O'Debbiao?

Nice name…

Chen Xi turned his gaze back to Audebiao.

This young African man was lean and wiry, and his upright posture and strong muscle lines showed the physique he had developed through long-term physical labor.

Sunlight shone on his face, making his eyes bright and full of eager anticipation for the future and a tenacious vitality.

Seeing Chen Xi staring at him, Audrey scratched his head sheepishly, revealing a set of white teeth: "Boss, I'll definitely work hard. I'm new here and don't know anyone, so I'll need your help to make a living." (End of Chapter)