My own war game

Chapter 335 Diamond City
In February 1949, in the waters of Madagascar, southern Africa, the Minerva was diving underwater at a speed of 2 knots.

In the cabin that was almost too quiet, He Chi heard a clear system voice.

“Obtained the French lost artwork “Daffodil”. Using this item can increase influence on the French government and exchange for 300 million US dollars. (If donated for free, the influence will be doubled)”

"We have acquired strategic talent Hermann Oberth. The speed of rocket-related technology research has increased."

"Djibouti local influence +3, liaison station +1, control over North Africa: light."

"Mission: The Pearl of War is partially completed, the total score increases by 5, and the mission settlement will start when the score reaches 50."

He Chi nodded. This time he entered the dungeon the most delayed time in his past. A full six months had passed before he started to make a little progress.

Looking at the changing task report in his right eye, he felt that the system was guiding him more and more.

He casually took down the painting seized from Djibouti and looked it up and down.

It's a Van Gogh work, and it's out of print, but it's still hard to associate it with the figure of 300 million US dollars.

Of course, this number is nothing compared to what he is going to do next.
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The Port of Cape Town, South Africa's largest port and second largest city, was the most important shipping hub in Africa before the opening of the Suez Canal.

This city is one of the earliest white settlements in Africa and has been ruled and colonized by European countries such as the Netherlands, Britain, Germany and France for three hundred years.

Although the city has beautiful scenery and rich cultural atmosphere, what fascinates ladies the most is that it is also the largest diamond exporter in Africa.

In a small wooden house by the sea, Margaret looked at her face in the mirror and screamed, "Oh my God! Is this still me?"

The second princess then questioned, "Why do I have to put on makeup before going out, but Jima doesn't have to."

He Chi put down the makeup oil in his hand and explained patiently, "There's nothing I can do. This is a Commonwealth territory. The administrators here are generally of noble status. Maybe they have seen you at a ball, and maybe even danced with you."

Then the Oriental added, "Besides, we are going to deal with the government and the bank this time, and I don't want your pretty face to cause us any trouble."

It was just a casual remark, but the word "pretty face" made Margaret feel better.

She smiled so hard that her eyebrows curved up, and said with a little excitement, "Okay! I'll listen to you!"

When there were only two people left in the room, Jima pulled He Chi's sleeve and said, "Boss, why do you have to let Margaret go this time? She is prone to getting into trouble with her personality."

He spread his hands. "There's nothing we can do. This is South Africa, where racial discrimination is very serious. If you want to buy land here, you need to be someone with a certain status and aristocratic temperament. Christine is on the submarine, so the only one who meets the requirements is Margaret."

"Buy land? Didn't we say we will only stay here for a few days? What's the point of buying land?" Jima was confused at this time.

"You may not believe it," He Chi said with a mysterious smile, "the land here can grow diamonds."

Huh?! It turns out that He Chi's worry was justified. When they were entering the city, the guards stopped the three of them because He Chi was a person of color.

"Madam, according to current laws, your entourage needs to take another passage." The soldier who blocked the road pointed at He Chi who was carrying the luggage.

"Why?! I've never heard of such a law! Get out of the way, we're in a hurry!" Margaret, who was wearing a dress, had a frosty face, and her usual arrogant aura was fully revealed. At first glance, she looked like an upper-class person who was used to ordering people around.

The other party was very aggressive, and the soldier was a little unsure of the identity of the person in front of him, so he had to lower his voice and said, "Madam, please understand that this is a decree passed by the Prime Minister. People of different skin colors need to..."

"Prime Minister? What kind of prime minister is this in a small place?!" Margaret interrupted him nonchalantly, "I have seen many presidents and governors, but no one dares to restrict my servants with rules and regulations."

The people watching the excitement were whispering, and at this time He Chi came over at the right time.

"Sir, I'm the translator temporarily hired by this lady. We are from the UK and have a big business to do. Please do us a favor." After saying that, he took out a pound from his wallet and stuffed it into the other party.

The wallet was half open, and not only the soldiers but also the people standing by could see the thick stack of banknotes inside.

The soldier was still hesitant at this time, but the leader beside him pulled him and put on another face, "Since you are a guest from afar, it is not appropriate for us to interfere too much. Please go ahead, but please keep an eye on your entourage inside."

"You don't need to worry about that." Margaret raised her chin slightly, nodded arrogantly, snorted and walked over, and two people dressed as attendants and translators followed closely behind.

A soldier at the side scratched his head and said, "Boss, why don't you kick that Asian out?"

The white officer gave the soldier a stern look. "Idiot! Didn't you see? The buttons on that woman's clothes are made of agate. One button is worth your monthly salary. And her accent is that of a North London aristocrat. It's obvious that she is not ordinary. Why should we cause trouble for ourselves?"

The officer looked at the other person's back as she left, and there was one thing he hadn't said yet: "The servant's wallet is full of large sums of pounds, and I don't even look down on the Prime Minister, so what is the identity of this woman?"

A great English landowner? A countess? Or someone higher?

At the Monte Nelson Hotel in the city, Margaret booked the most expensive suite in front of everyone's surprised eyes. When she casually handed the waiter a fifty-pound tip, everyone focused their attention on this mysterious female billionaire.

In the room, Margaret was lying on the soft velvet bed, and asked excitedly, "He, how was my performance just now?"

"Perfect, there is no better acting than this. In less than a day, everyone will know that a super-rich woman has come to Cape Town."

"What do we do next?" Jima asked.

"Maybe there's no need to do anything. Margaret's behavior looks like that of a fat sheep with little experience in the world but a lot of money. Someone will probably come knocking on her door soon."

Sure enough, before they could even leave, the manager of the local bank in Cape Town came to their door excitedly.

The guys who smelled the scent of money couldn't help but cut into the fat sheep.

(End of this chapter)