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

"Really? Looks like those two bastards are going to get what they deserve." Qian Jiajia said with a grin.

"Keep an eye on everyone lately, and don't go out again. Things are very chaotic up north recently, and I don't think things will be peaceful here either," Chen Xi warned again.

"That Zou Zhi is really something. He came to me saying he wanted to go out. I disagreed, and he slipped out on his own while I was out. I'm not lending him any more money, so he won't have any more ideas. Speaking of which, I saw they brought a lot of cash this time, how come they spent it all in one day? Wasn't his uncle bragging about being a big boss the whole way?" Qian Jiajia muttered to herself.

"Heh, he must have been scammed. The way he looked at the hotel manager when he came back today, he looked like he wanted to kill him. That hotel manager doesn't seem like a good person either." Chen Xi lit a cigarette.

"Should we change hotels?"

"No need, other places might be even worse. There's a hotel that the government uses for receiving people, so the security should be better than here. But... things have been a bit chaotic around here lately, so I think staying there would actually be more dangerous."

Chen Xi waved his hand.

"Are you afraid that the north will attack?" Qian Jiajia had also seen the news.

"Let me see. Terrorist attacks always seem to start in the north. If the local authorities don't come up with any effective solutions, some organizations could escalate into large-scale armed conflict. But that's only the case in other areas. We're probably quite safe here..." Qian Jiajia was, after all, a girl, and Chen Xi felt it was best not to portray the situation as so dangerous.

"What's there to be afraid of? There was a movie called Wolf Warrior that came out recently. One of the special forces soldiers in it could take on dozens of people. We have soldiers from our country in Africa. If things get tough, we can ask them for help."

Chen Xi was surprised by Qian Jiajia's comment and shook his head with a wry smile.

Many large Chinese companies operate mines here and do have some armed forces, but they are not embassies. If you get into trouble and ask for help, who will listen to you?

Just as the two were chatting.

A polling station in Tanzania.

"Majuguli received 7812935 votes."

"Lovasa received 1702323 votes."

"Majuguli received 7832935 votes..."

"Lovasa received 1707613 votes..."

It is currently the chief election in Tanzania, with Majuguli and Lowaza receiving the most votes among the candidates.

Lovasa was the chieftain of Tanzania two generations ago, while Majuguli is the current head of the Ministry of Engineering. His experience is quite extensive, having also served as head of livestock and fisheries development, head of the Ministry of Land and Human Settlements, a chemistry and mathematics teacher, and an industrial chemist...

Currently, Ma Zhuguli's votes are overwhelmingly overwhelming the opponent's. He is sitting in his office listening to his subordinates' real-time reports, and has already taken out some wine to celebrate.

"Lovasa has no hope; our votes are several times his. The outcome is decided. Congratulations in advance on securing the position of Great Chieftain," the secretary flattered the future leader.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out. The polling station in the distance was instantly engulfed in flames, and the blast wave knocked the people queuing to the ground. Mangled figures were faintly visible in the smoke and dust, and screams echoed throughout the area.

Immediately afterwards, several deafening explosions followed, and concrete fragments rained down.

"What's going on?" Mazhuguli hurriedly stood up from his chair and walked quickly to the window to look outside.

People were running everywhere on the streets.

"Call and find out what's going on right away." He turned to look at his secretary.

"A series of explosions occurred at the polling station..." the secretary stammered a few minutes later.

"Then call them to send officers!"

"They said the police station was attacked by a motorcycle bomb..."

"..." Majuguli was so shocked by the news that he was speechless.

Just when the voting was about to end, this happened.

“It must have been Lovasa who did it. Once the votes are gone, the final result can't be calculated. That way, he can pull a trick and hold a second vote…” The secretary looked enlightened.

It must be said that his analysis made a lot of sense.

The polling station explosion benefited Lovasa the most.

Meanwhile, attacks occurred in various cities across Tanzania.

In front of a church.

A young Black man wielding an AK was firing incessantly into the building, while several children lay on the ground near the entrance. Bullets rained down, piercing the stained glass windows and shattering the face of the Virgin Mary statue amidst the hail of bullets.

"Where is your god? Why doesn't he protect you? Hah!" The arrogant Black man kicked away a blood-stained child's sandal at his feet, a low laugh rumbling from his throat.

"Hurry up, hurry up, don't make a sound." Not far from the auditorium, Zhu Ma and his men were directing the children to move.

The young Black man who had vandalized the auditorium was about to get into his car with a gun when he saw a dark figure flash by in the distance. A wicked smile crept across his face: "You little punks, playing hide-and-seek with me!"

At the entrance of the Dali City Police Department.

The once gray-blue exterior of the police station is now just a charred skeleton, and at the edge of the crater at the center of the explosion, half of a police badge glows with a dark red light in the embers.

Ahmed stared wide-eyed at the office space that had been completely destroyed.

If he hadn't gone out on patrol today, he might already be dead.

"Who is so bold as to attack a police station?" Ahmed's mind raced.

The words that Zhu Ma had told him before immediately came to mind.

Are they from the north?
“Ahmed, we have orders to bring those attackers to justice.” A police officer came running up, panting.

"Above? Which above?"

"Who else could it be? The Great Chief."

The officer was referring to the current chief, Sangxing.

"With just our equipment and manpower, it will be very difficult to settle things without using the army." Ahmed looked troubled.

The Tanzanian police force is not well-equipped or highly skilled, but the military performs exceptionally well.

The reason is that 90% of the army's equipment comes from a certain major Asian country, and the military theories are also similarly borrowed. Furthermore, they specifically invited military instructors from that country to provide training.

“Well, you can tell. The higher-ups ordered us to move out; they’ve probably already mobilized the troops. You know, things haven’t been peaceful in the north lately, so the troops are probably all massing at the border. Countless people are fleeing every day, and maintaining order requires manpower.” “Hmm.” Ahmed nodded, then began inquiring about the casualties at the bureau.

An hour later, inside the hotel, Chen Xi was still chatting and laughing with Qian Jiajia.

In the manager's room.

“Manager, there have been numerous attacks in the city and across the country. Should we inform the guests?” a Black employee asked.

The portly manager waved his hand: "Absolutely not. If the guests find out, they will be afraid and leave, and our hotel will lose a lot of money. As the manager, the hotel's business comes first."

"But even if we don't tell them, they'll find out from the news."

“We told him that what they found out themselves was different from what they found out on their own, and that he should notify the security team and tell them to be more vigilant.”

The Black employee nodded and left the office.

After everyone left, the chubby manager rubbed his hands together with a wicked grin: "Looks like we're going to make a fortune again this time."

"Beep beep." Just then, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

After listening for a while, the manager said, "Tell him I'm not here!"

After hanging up the phone, he chuckled, clutching his stomach: "That idiot surnamed Zou, he even wanted to ask me for money, how ridiculous."

Inside Chen Xi's room.

"These people from the New Overseas Returnees Association of Great China are really something else. They're actually having a communal meal in Africa. I feel like they've traveled from the past... And they even came to the hotel to try and recruit you, but after you refused, they got angry and ran away. I don't know what they were thinking..." Qian Jiajia rattled off what had just happened.

Half an hour ago, a group of young people arrived at the hotel.

The leader is Yu Guoqiang, a counselor at the Dahua Guoxin Overseas Returnees Association, who is equivalent to the secretary-general of the Youth Overseas Returnees Association.

After greeting them, Yu Guoqiang began to talk about the situation in Africa and the series of plans they were implementing there, leaving the two men completely stunned.

Because Yu Guoqiang and others arrived earlier than Chen Xi and his group, and because someone in the association already had a business partnership with the local area, the Dahua Guoxin Overseas Returnees Association achieved good results here.

Living conditions are quite harsh in many areas here, and the "iron rice bowl" model has gained popularity among many people.

Most people who were starving signed up for the job as soon as they heard about this good opportunity.

In addition, their association is willing to invest, so the current situation is quite good.

Upon hearing that Chen Xi and his group had arrived, the members of the New Overseas Returnees Association of Dahua couldn't wait to come and show off.

However, Yu Guoqiang, carrying out Yang Xiao's orders, once again extended an olive branch to Chen Xi.

Of course, Yu Guoqiang did not believe that Yang Xiao was genuinely inviting the other party to join; he only saw it as a way of mocking the competitor.

During this time, several people who had long disliked the Youth Returnees Association started showing off, which made Qian Jiajia quite unhappy.

One of them even whispered that Chen Xi came to Africa with a woman, wondering if he was having an affair in the hotel, which made Qian Jiajia explode on the spot. Her retorts came out like machine gun bullets, leaving those people with no choice but to say that a good man doesn't fight with a woman.

After being scolded by Qian Jiajia, Yu Guoqiang had no choice but to flee with his men. He was afraid that if he stayed there for even a second longer, his eardrums would explode.

"In the early stages, the 'iron rice bowl' model might attract a lot of people, and the cost would be very low. But people are inherently selfish and lazy, and Africans are notoriously lazy. Once they're full, they certainly won't think about working. If their income drops, what's the point of low costs? Besides, the three major cultural genes of the African workplace are fundamentally in conflict with this model..." Chen Xi wasn't very optimistic about this model either.

In many parts of Africa, people still maintain strict tribal traditions and hierarchical structures. Tribal laborers only obey overseers appointed by the tribal chief; for example, some miners will refuse supervision from their peers.

Moreover, equal distribution could disrupt tribal hierarchical order, leading to work stoppages or even violent conflicts. There have been previous cases of this; two years ago, a Chinese-owned farm in Zambia was burned down because of this issue.

Furthermore, regarding the wage habits of Africans, most people here are paid daily. If you try to pay them on a monthly basis, they will definitely cause trouble.

Actually, that's not the main point. The main point is that in Africa, adult men typically have to support several, or even a dozen, relatives. If you want them to join, you have to help support their families, and the amount of money involved is unimaginable.

Yu Guoqiang's model definitely has many problems, but he was just too embarrassed to say them before.

"Haha, look how infuriating their words were just now, let them be smug." Qian Jiajia covered her mouth and laughed.

Chen Xi smiled and nodded.

Actually, this "iron rice bowl" model can be easily modified. He knows how to do it, but why tell the other party?
"I already told you, don't keep coming to my room next time. People are saying you're messing around with other women." Chen Xi glanced at the other person's head.

Qian Jiajia covered her head and said, "I really suspect they traveled from another era. The communal meals and the promiscuous relationships, oh my god~ By the way, what did Yu Guoqiang just say that you still owe their president a favor? What is it?"

Chen Xi lit a cigarette: "It's nothing, it's just that a woman has been secretly plotting against me. I suspect she's from the association, so you need to help me find her out secretly, but don't let anyone find out about our relationship..."

"Yes, sir!" Upon hearing that it was such an exciting espionage mission, Qian Jiajia immediately saluted him excitedly.

A street in the city.

Ahmed sat in the car with a gloomy face, while his accomplice, a black man, sat next to him smoking. Intermittent conversations came through the walkie-talkie.

"At a time like this, they're actually sending the army to escort rich people to the south. I was wondering why no one came to our aid; turns out they're busy with this." Ahmed slammed his fist on the steering wheel in anger.

"There's nothing we can do, we have to face reality. Our lives aren't worth as much as theirs, and being a policeman is just about making a living. You see, I never take things too seriously when I'm on duty." Xiao Hei didn't talk much, but today he unusually complained.

If Odebiao's eyes were full of anticipation for the future, then Xiao Hei's eyes were dull and lifeless, as if he no longer had any expectations for the world.

"What do you think this chieftain means? In terms of military strength, we don't seem to be inferior. Why are we escorting rich people away when they're just some troublemakers and dangerous elements? Trying to take over the city? That's wishful thinking." Ahmed was somewhat confused about what his superiors were thinking.

"Anything can happen." Xiao Hei opened his mouth again.

“With the army on the border, it’s unlikely that people from the north will be able to cross over. Even if there’s a lot of unrest in the various regions, the numbers are still there.” Ahmed still didn’t think so.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Lowering the car window, Ahmed called out to Juma, who was not far away, "What happened? Are you injured?"

At this moment, Zhu Ma was covered in dust and dirt, and had bruises all over his body.

A henchman following behind him was being helped up, his clothes stained with a large amount of blood.

Several children were walking and crying, their eyes filled with fear. (End of Chapter)