Hong Kong variety show: I can boost loyalty, the most generous boss.

Chapter 161, Section 160: The Great Gold Mine of Africa, a War-Torn Country!

Wu Sheng, stubborn as ever, immediately retorted:
"Hmph, they're just wiping their pants in the toilet, it's no big deal!"

"Oh, just wiping your pants? Haha!"

Yang Jun went into the restroom. It was very clean, but the space was rather small, making it a bit cramped for two people.

Ye Lingling was wiping her pants when she first squatted down, but soon her hands started to wander.

"Miss Ye, you're being dishonest!"

It has to be said that those who can become flight attendants are high-quality women selected from among thousands. Their looks and figures are impeccable. For girls from poor families, becoming a flight attendant is the best way to change their fate and transcend social class.

Yang Jun is no good person, so of course we should give this girl a chance!
Ye Lingling knows how to seize opportunities and works very hard, which makes Yang Jun very satisfied with this girl.

Ten minutes passed, and the black rope outside was about to cry; the boss really didn't come out.

"Ah, Brother Hua, I'm heartbroken~"

With a long face, Wu Sheng complained to Ahua about her past relationships.

"Get lost, you haven't even started anything, what are you talking about being heartbroken about?"

"Acting like you've talked to the flight attendant, pshaw!"

Ahua ruthlessly exposed Wusheng, causing everyone to burst into laughter. Wusheng shamelessly retorted:
"Damn it! Brother Hua, if you keep this up, I'll expose how you used to peep at widows bathing when you were a kid!"

Come on, let's hurt each other!
Time passed as everyone played around, and Yang Jun didn't emerge from the restroom until an hour later.

Ye Lingling straightened her clothes and then came out. Her cheeks were red and swollen, but she was in a good mood.

Yang Jun had just given her a business card, which made Ye Lingling very excited. It was the business card of the boss of the Giant Empire Group. Even the president of Cathay Pacific would treat Ye Lingling with utmost respect upon seeing this business card.

Yang Jun saw Wu Sheng looking at him resentfully, so he smiled and said:

"Make money, and you can find any woman you want in the future. Marrying a female celebrity won't be a problem!"

Wu Sheng nodded solemnly. In Hong Kong, money is the only truth. He was just a nobody at Wo Luen Shing now and wasn't making much money.

"Brother Jun, when will I be able to take the lead?"

During this period, things were calm in the club, and nothing significant happened that could have helped them make a name for themselves, so Wu Sheng and the others had no chance to rise in rank.

Without the opportunity to rise to the top, you naturally won't make big money!

Luo Tianhong, Jiuwenlong, Feiji, and others in the gang all drive sports cars, live in villas, and change several beautiful girlfriends every year.

Wu Sheng had been with Yang Jun for two years, but he was only a lowly employee, managing two nightclubs. The pay wasn't much, only 2.3 yuan a month. Compared to ordinary people, that was a lot, but he was still a long way from getting rich.

Yang Jun said with a smile:

"This trip to Congo presents an opportunity; it all depends on whether you can seize it!"

This time in Congo, we're definitely going to have a big fight with the Polar Bear Mercenary Group. Let's see if Usher can live up to their expectations.

Community organizations are not retirement homes where those who can fight will rise to the top, not just those who can talk big.

Wu Sheng nodded and said solemnly:
"Brother Jun, I will work hard to make a difference and won't let you down~"

The plane successfully landed at Kinshasa International Airport, but the landing process was not smooth. The plane shook violently, which gave Yang Jun and the others a fright.

Yang Jun and the others only realized why they had been so bumpy after they left the airport. The airport was uneven, and the surrounding buildings were dilapidated and low, looking like the countryside, not at all like an international airport.

"Damn, this capital city is even worse than Yuen Long!"

Wu Sheng hadn't been out much, and only knew that Yuen Long was the countryside of Hong Kong. He had always looked down on poor places like Yuen Long.

The people around him were all Black, but they were dressed quite well. After all, those who could afford to fly were all wealthy. They looked at this large group of Asians with curiosity in their eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense and see if anyone can pick us up."

Yang Jun led a large group of more than 80 people out of the airport, and when he saw the scene outside, his heart sank.

The streets outside were filled with dirty water and garbage, and flies were everywhere. There were also many Black people running around in their underwear, barely covering their bodies.

"Brother Jun, could there be a mistake? Is there gold here?"

If there's gold, how can we be so poor? Have the leaders here lost their minds?
"Stop talking nonsense, the Congo's gold mines are famous all over the world, there's no mistake!"

Ahua scolded Wusheng for being too talkative, and then found two Chinese people in the crowd picking up passengers. They were easy to spot; people of Asian descent are particularly noticeable.

“Mr. Yang, we are from King Fook Jewellery Company. Mr. Zheng sent us to pick you up at the airport.”

Mr. Zheng Yutong? Yang Jun knew that it must have been Old Huo who revealed his whereabouts. He didn't expect that Jin Dafu also had business in Congo.

"Mr. Zheng, you're so kind!"

The man from Jin Dafu Company was named Liu Gang. He was short and dark-skinned, and his complexion was gradually becoming similar to that of the locals, probably due to his long-term stay in Africa.

"Mr. Yang, we have prepared a hotel for you. Please get in my car!"

Yang Jun led Da Dong and A Hua into an SUV, which was just an ordinary SUV, not an armored vehicle.

More than twenty SUVs lined up in a long queue. Some locals who initially had ill intentions restrained themselves upon seeing so many people.

Looking out the window, Yang Jun saw AK47 assault rifles everywhere on the street. Feeling uncertain, he said to Liu Gang:

"Mr. Liu, I have a shipment of weapons that has been delivered to Matadi. Can you arrange for them to be transported to Kinshasa?"

Yang Jun wanted to get the weapons as soon as possible, otherwise he would easily be robbed and kidnapped in Africa.

They're completely unarmed right now. The Wolf Warrior Mercenary Group hasn't even made its debut yet and they've already been robbed in Congo. How embarrassing!

Weapons? Liu Gang frowned. Thinking of the menacing group he had just seen, could they be soldiers?

Liu Gang is an honest and upright businessman, he said with a bright smile:
“Sure! Jin Dafu often has goods landing in Matadi, and we can pick them up tomorrow.”

Yang Jun took out a stack of US dollars and stuffed it into Liu Gang's hand. It was about five thousand US dollars, which made Liu Gang feel flattered.

"No, no, Mr. Yang, you're too kind!"

When you're far from home, it's always good to be polite!
"We're all from the same hometown, so we should help each other out when we're away from home."

Liu Gang was thrilled; five thousand US dollars was equivalent to tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars, a small fortune.

The group arrived in front of a five-story building, which was the Sun Hotel in Kinshasa, the best hotel in the Democratic Republic of Congo. Although it was called the best hotel, it was actually just like a very ordinary hotel in Hong Kong.

Yang Jun entered the hotel room, which was in poor condition, but that was how it was here, so he had to make do for one night.

"Ahua, how much of a tip did they take during the visa application process?"

Ahua's face was grim, and he said irritably:
“These black guys are so greedy. They charged me $100 each, which was $8000 in total.”

Yang Jun's lips twitched. They were treating him, a Hong Konger, like a fool. But there was nothing he could do. He had no weapons at the moment, so he let these bastards be arrogant for a while.

"Come with me tonight to visit Mr. Kaka." Paying respects to locals is a way of life for Chinese people. In Hong Kong and Macau, Yang Jun is a local bigwig, and many people come to pay their respects to him every month.

But when you get to Kinshasa in the Congo, you still need to hide your arrogance.

Led by Liu Gang, Yang Jun rode in a car into an affluent area. This area consisted of detached villas and looked like a completely different world from the rest of Kinshasa.

Who is this black man?

Tian Yangsheng pointed curiously at the outdoor billboard, which featured a man wearing leopard-print clothing and a small hat.

"Keep your voice down, he's President Mobutu."

Liu Gang, who was standing to the side, changed his expression drastically and made a shushing gesture to tell Tian Yangsheng not to speak recklessly.

Yang Jun recognized him immediately. Wasn't this Mobutu, the leopard-print president, one of the three most notorious tyrants in Africa in later generations?

This guy is quite something. He ruled the Democratic Republic of Congo for over thirty years, turning a resource-rich country into one of the poorest in Africa.

The Democratic Republic of Congo isn't called that now; it's called Zaire. It's because of Mobutu's personality cult that all citizens regarded him as a god, and every citizen wore a badge with Mobutu's image on their chest.

The car pulled up to a villa, where the owner, Kaka, dressed in Zaire clothing, stood at the door and greeted Yang Jun warmly.

"My dear brother, I warmly welcome you."

Kaka spoke Chinese. This guy had previously served as an ambassador to China and was a complete expert on China, which is why he got to know Huo Yingdong.

"Mr. Kaka~"

Kaka invited Yang Jun and his group inside and started chatting with Yang Jun, saying:

"Hong Kong is a very wealthy place. If I have the chance, I will go to Hong Kong for a visit!"

Yang Jun smiled and said:
“If Mr. Kaka comes to Hong Kong, I will definitely give him a warm welcome,”

Yang Jun gestured to Ahua, who then took out a large golden bull weighing over 20 kilograms and presented it to Mr. Kaka.

"Mr. Kaka, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it~"

Kaka's eyes lit up. The guests from Hong Kong were indeed generous. Overjoyed, she exclaimed:

"You're too kind. This gift is too precious; I can't accept it!"

Although Kaka said that, his body language betrayed him as he accepted the giant golden bull, grinning from ear to ear!

Corruption has long been rampant in this country, and Kaka, despite being a diplomat, is no exception. He said to Yang Jun:
“Mr. Yang, I heard you’re going to the Kibali gold mine. I can give you a pass so the local garrison won’t give you any trouble.”

Kaka used his position to issue Yang Jun a pass and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Mr. Kaka~"

Both sides got what they wanted, and the two established a preliminary friendship, which, although built on money, was very solid.

After returning home, Yang Jun spent the night in the hotel.

The next day, as soon as I stepped out of my room, I saw Wu Sheng sneaking in from outside, with dark circles under his eyes, looking like he hadn't slept all night.

"Wu Sheng, you went out last night? Didn't I tell you not to go out so easily?"

Yang Jun, with a cold face, cursed at Wu Sheng.

Wu Sheng stammered, unable to speak, his face filled with shame. Da Dong, standing nearby, said to Yang Jun:
"Boss, this kid went out last night to experience something different, had some fun with two black girls all night long~"

Yang Jun was stunned. What the hell? They found two black girls?
This black rope has such a strong flavor, how can anyone bring themselves to eat it?
"Ushnisha, this is a one-time exception."

Yang Jun instinctively moved away from the guy. African girls aren't very hygienic; who knows what infectious diseases they might have?

"Tell everyone to be patient and not to catch any disease and return to Hong Kong."

Yang Jun said irritably, while Da Dong, Tian Yangsheng, and the others burst into laughter. Tian Yangyi teased:
"These black girls are only worth eating if you're not picky like Wu Sheng; we wouldn't even consider them!"

Yang Jun couldn't help but chuckle. After everyone had arrived, he addressed them:

"Let's set off for the Kibali gold mine."

The Kibali mine is located in the northeastern part of the Democratic Republic of Congo, more than 200 kilometers from the capital, and the route crosses several provinces.

Yang Jun hired Liu Gang as his guide, since Congo is French-speaking and Yang Jun was unfamiliar with the area and couldn't speak the language, so he needed a reliable guide.

"Mr. Yang, the light weaponry has been delivered. Please sign for it!"

Liu Gang really did his job after taking the money. He brought his men from the port overnight yesterday to deliver the goods: a large box of weapons, including submachine guns, automatic rifles, hand grenades, and five rocket launchers.

"Thank you, you're very efficient."

Yang Jun patted Liu Gang on the shoulder, and Liu Gang's body trembled slightly.

How could he not be efficient? Liu Gang knew Yang Jun's identity; he carried a large amount of weaponry, including powerful weapons like rocket launchers.

If this guy takes the money and doesn't do the job, he can forget about going back to Hong Kong. He won't even know how he died. Mr. Yang is the godfather of Hong Kong's underworld.

"Tell the brothers to hide their weapons on their bodies and not to take them out unless necessary."

After giving his instructions, Yang Jun ordered the convoy to head towards the Kibali gold mine. They passed through several checkpoints along the way, where they encountered soldiers carrying AK47 automatic rifles. After checking their passes, the convoy was allowed to pass.

Yang Jun looked around curiously and saw that the foreign vehicles without permits were being charged tolls, and each time it was more than $500. These soldiers are even more ruthless than bandits!

Even local Black people would be skinned alive if they walked by; if they didn't have money, they'd be shot on sight!
Ushiro said in shock:
"Damn! These soldiers are ruthless. They even kill their own civilians. The people living here are truly pitiful!"

Tian Yangsheng also said:
"These are all normal practices in Africa, nothing to be surprised about."

Compared to these poor African countries, Hong Kong is like paradise, a paradise for the rich.

The car had been driving for a day, but due to poor road conditions, it had to spend the night in the wilderness before continuing its journey the next day.

No one dared to camp outside, as the mosquitoes here were extremely venomous and could also spread malaria. If you contracted this infectious disease, you would be severely injured, if not killed.

Suddenly, a gunshot rang out in the night, and Yang Jun and the others were immediately awakened.

"Holy crap, it's a ghost!"

Wu Sheng shouted, and saw dozens of eyes outside the window. He couldn't see their bodies, only their eyes floating in the air, which was very eerie.

Yang Jun was also startled. Had he seen a ghost?
"They're not ghosts, they're locals, and they're trying to rob us!"

Liu Gang hurriedly said in a frightened manner, his expression somewhat flustered.

"Wow! They were a bunch of black guys!" Yang Jun suddenly realized.

Shining a flashlight, they saw a group of black men holding machetes, glaring menacingly and shouting something fiercely at Yang Jun and his group.

Because these black people were so dark-skinned that they almost blended into the night, with only their eyes and teeth showing, they looked like a group of demons.

(End of this chapter)