My own war game

Chapter 332 North African Throat
North Africa, Red Sea exit, northern Somalia, Port of Djibouti.

This future throat of the Red Sea was currently under the jurisdiction of France and was still just a small port city. Apart from countless shrubs and date palms on the beach, the most common thing was small fishing boats that could only accommodate one or two people.

Three people with different skin colors from the locals appeared at the dock, but they did not attract much attention. After all, the French, Italians, and Germans had all been here over the past few decades, and the local people were no longer surprised.

The sounds of hawking were heard one after another. There were dozens of vendors at the edge of the pier, shouting out local specialties.

Of course, there wouldn't be anything good in a place like this. There were just some fruits and crudely made handicrafts, which could only be considered novelties at best, but they also made the place seem more lively.

"It's so peaceful here. It's like another world compared to Europe." Jima said this when he saw the leisurely crowd on the street.

"It was a French colony. Not a single shot was fired during the World War. The local people had no idea what war was like." He Chi felt a little emotional. Who would have thought that a place not much bigger than a fishing village would have military bases from three major powers of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council at the same time, and that Somalia, which was not far away, would become a holy land for pirates.

"Perhaps this is the fate of small countries. The future of the people is not in their own hands. War or peace only depends on the outcome of the game between big powers. Weak countries can only follow the trend. It was like this in the past, and it will probably be like this in the future." He Chi said, looking at the scene in front of him.

Jima nodded thoughtfully, but Margaret looked confused. He Chi suspected that the second Princess of Windsor would probably fail if she took the political exam.

Speaking of politics, the storm of African liberation seems to be approaching...

"Ding, ding, ding!!! Does it look good?" Margaret suddenly jumped out from the side and interrupted He Chi's thoughts. She picked up a light pink necklace and measured it around her neck. She was in a state of excitement.

He Chi took a look at the thing, took out a franc and handed it to the street vendor, indicating that the other party didn't need to change it.

"Wow! Such a big string for only one dollar?!" Margaret looked at the Oriental man in surprise.

He Chi responded in a calm tone, "They are probably the leftovers from processing large corals. They are not expensive. And you underestimate the purchasing power of the franc here. One dollar can at least satisfy the three of us for a good meal."

Gurgle~ Speaking of eating, Margaret rubbed her belly and looked at He Chi with some anticipation. She had not been used to the food she had been eating recently.

"Okay, let's eat first and talk about other things later." The Oriental man sighed and took the lead to walk towards the restaurant.

However, it is obviously not an easy task to satisfy Her Royal Highness the Princess's appetite.

"That's too oily, I can't eat it..."

"I'm not used to eating rice cooked this way..."

"Oh my god! The scales of that fish haven't been scraped clean yet!"

After visiting seven or eight stalls, Margaret was still not satisfied with any of them. Jima at the side couldn't stand it any more and said, "Come on, this is not Europe, and you are not in Buckingham Palace. Don't be so picky, okay?!"

"These things are not good to begin with, I..." Margaret suddenly sniffed her nose halfway through her words, as if confirming something, "Wait a minute, this smell is... um, bay leaves, basil, and parsley. He, come with me!"

Margaret picked up He Chi and ran to the other side. When they turned an alley, they saw more and more white people. It seemed to be a gathering area for foreigners.

A low little house with the restaurant's unique logo hanging on it.

"This is the smell. Let's go in. I'm starving." Margaret walked straight in, and He Chi and Jima looked at each other and followed her in.

It was not yet noon, and there were no customers in the restaurant. He Chi even suspected that the owner did not expect anyone to come, because he only saw an old man about 60 years old sleeping on the table. He supported his face with one hand, sleeping so attentively that he would nod his head from time to time, and a slight snoring sound could be heard in the room.

"Sir! Sir!" It took three people pushing and shoving to get the owner up.

The old man had a typical European face and his eyesight seemed not very good. He rubbed his eyes for a long time before he noticed the guest in front of him.

Margaret was very pleased with the style of the lunch.

Turkish kebab, goat meat slices are roasted golden and crispy, served with a very thin flatbread, and stuffed with onions and basil leaves.

This whetted the appetites of several people.

"Mmm~ Really delicious!" Margaret ate the last bite of the barbecue with satisfaction, and even sucked her finger that was covered with sauce in a very unladylike manner. Then she asked curiously, "Why is there no customer for such a great dish?"

"It's probably because of the price." Jima pointed to the numbers on the menu. "The prices here are almost twice as much as those in ordinary restaurants. Locals don't have that much money so they won't come. Foreigners are mostly in the shipping business and don't pay much attention to food, so they rarely come here."

Satisfied, Margaret looked around and suddenly pulled He Chi's sleeve with her finger, "He, look at that vase over there."

He Chi looked up and said, "It's very ordinary, what's wrong?"

"Idiot!" The girl pinched him angrily. "That thing is an antique. It's probably an imitation of oriental porcelain made by Venetian merchants in the 17th century. There's a carpet on the wall that's an original from Turkey, and the teapot next to it seems unusual as well."

"Really?" He Chi looked at Margaret with a slightly surprised expression on his face, then he stood up and walked to the counter.

"Hello, please pay the bill." He Chi took out a large-denomination banknote and placed it on the table, then started chatting casually with the boss.

"Sir, your dishes are really good. They are authentic European flavors."

"Thank you, I'm glad you and the two ladies are satisfied." The old man took a look at the franc and put it away, without any expression of surprise on his face.

"You speak French very well. You've been here for a long time, right? How's business?"

"It's OK, probably just enough to live on."

"Oh, I see." The Oriental man smiled and took out another bill. "I really like the chili sauce in your hand. Can I take a can?"

The boss turned around and took out a can of hot sauce, then handed it to the Oriental man. When the two men handed it over, the other man's hand suddenly slipped.

The chili sauce fell onto the table, and the red sauce splattered onto the owner's coat.

"I'm sorry!" He Chi took a handkerchief and wanted to wipe the other person's face.

"It's okay, I can do it myself." The old man just raised his hand, but his eyes widened in horror.

Because the last conversation between the two people was in German!
(End of this chapter)