I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

It was Mina who was talking.

In fact, Morris had already noticed her. Precisely because of the beauty of Mina, Morris tried his best to conceal the traces of his snakehead and imitated the way Chen Ling spoke and did things, but he went completely wrong.

Morris, who should have been happier when Mina asked him, frowned slightly.

"Miss Mina, welcome to Mali!" Morris's slender face showed a self-confident smile.

Bill looked in his eyes and laughed: "Hi, Mr. Morris, don't you welcome the rest of us?"

Morris was unaffected, sitting in a wheelchair with his upper body straight: "Miss Mina, the patriarch asked you to register a branch of Longli Company in Bamako. There is a member of the family who works in the Private Investment Promotion Agency. He Will help you go through the relevant procedures."

"Is Longli Company really going international? No wonder Chen Ling taught me to prepare this set of company materials!" Mina took out a soft leather folder from her bag.

The charming smile on Morris's face disappeared, and he said solemnly: "Ms. Mina, Mr. Chen is our patriarch. Please call him the patriarch, or Mr. Chen, or the chairman, but please don’t address him directly. His name is taboo!"

"Oh oh oh, sorry, Mr. Morris, I will pay attention to it in the future!" Mina said hurriedly. Because she met Chen Ling early, she was not so particular about her address. Sometimes she called Chen Ling's name, and sometimes she called him Mr. Chen. Unexpectedly, Morris, who was sitting in a wheelchair, picked something wrong here.

Bill was amused secretly. This Morris respected Chen Ling, but didn't know the relationship between Mina and Chen Ling, and even accused Mina of calling Chen Ling.

Chen Ling has never admitted that he and Mina have any special relationship directly, but everyone around him has already acquiesced that Mina is Chen Ling's person.

"François, I am afraid there is something wrong!" Bill whispered to Francois.

"What's the trouble?"

"Ms. Hu Xiaoxiao who Mr. Chen wants me to receive and protect, will she know Mina..."

"Bill, take care of your nostalgia! Use your stupid brain to think about it, also in Bamako, what is the treatment of Ms. Hu Xiaoxiao? What is the treatment of Mina? Can't you see it?" Francois knew that Bill was gloating, for fear. The character of the world is not chaotic, and immediately warned Bill to see the situation clearly and not to distinguish between priorities.

Bill suddenly realized: "Yes, why didn't I notice? Ms. Hu Xiaoxiao enjoys VVVVIP treatment, Mina is just an employee treatment of Longli Company... Ms. Hu Xiaoxiao is very beautiful, right?"

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Djene City is an ancient city located on the edge of the Sahara Desert and on the Niger River Delta. It is famous for its unique Sahara-Sudan architectural style and was listed as a World Heritage Site by UNESCO in 1988. This city used to be the only way for the gold trade and slave trade in the Sahara Desert, with more than 50,000 residents in its heyday. However, after entering the 20th century, the status of Djene City plummeted due to its poor geographical location. Nowadays, it is mainly supported by tourism.

From Bamako to Djeene, it is about 400 kilometers away. Then, due to the poor road conditions and the need to pass a ferry, it took about ten hours to reach Djeene from Bamako.

At this moment, Chen Ling was holding a mirror in his hand, swaying on a bumpy Land Cruiser.

After he frightened Elder Saidu in one fell swoop at the private clinic in Bamako, he made a series of arrangements to prepare for a big deal in Mali, revenge for Hu Datong and himself!

The actions of the chief faction have completely exceeded the boundaries of family struggles. They are undifferentiated acts of terrorism and have become the government's pursuit of targets.

However, ODF has a huge influence. Not long after the Minister of the Interior made his public statement, the Malian government's characterization of the Radisson Hotel incident has changed.

Chen Ling saw this change and knew that he could not rely on the Malian government to avenge him, but he could only rely on himself. So he asked Saidu to use all the power that the elders could use, hit them, and defeat the chiefs in one fell swoop, so that the ODF lost its partners, and could no longer intervene in the internal affairs of the Morris family, let alone acquire its land.

Saidu suggested that Chen Ling first go to the seat of the Jene city family, just to become the head of the patriarch and act in a justifiable way.

Chen Ling adopted this suggestion.

On the surface, it was to officially become the patriarch and to mobilize the power of the family. In fact, Chen Ling knew that it was to make an excuse for avoiding Hu Xiaoxiao.

He has no face to see Hu Xiaoxiao for the time being. He will only go to see Hu Xiaoxiao if he kills the leader and completes his revenge.

The reason why I didn't forget to look in the mirror when I was in the car was because Chen Ling's face was dark red, like the complexion of sunbathing.

In the beginning, Chen Ling didn't know what caused it, and after washing his face several times, he couldn't wash it off.

After waking up from anesthesia, Morris said, "Mr. Chen, the blood baptism of Uncle Mohande is successful! I admit that you are our patriarch!"

Elder Saidu nodded aside: "According to our language, those who welcome the return of the token will complete the baptism with their own blood, and those who have successfully received the baptism may become the patriarch."

Saidu hadn't seen Chen Ling before, nor knew Mohand's blood slapped on Chen Ling's face, thinking that Chen Ling was born with dark red skin.

"How will it disappear?" Chen Ling didn't want to be like Bao Qingtian.

"Complete the ritual in Djeney City, and your skin will return to normal."

"If I don't go, will I never disappear?"

Saidu smiled and said: "Don't worry, the patriarch, we will definitely find a way."

Morris was young after all, and the city was not as deep as Saidu. He told the truth: "The patriarch, according to the prophecies spread by our family, this color will not disappear if the ceremony is not completed. However, Uncle Mohand..., he ..."

Morris started to hesitate as he spoke.

"Go on!" Chen Ling wanted to know what happened to Mohand.

Morris glanced at Saidu. Saidu had a serious expression with deep eyes, looking at the trees in the sun outside the window.

Morris had no choice but to say: "This blood baptism can be done on any part of the body, as long as you get Uncle Mohand's blood. But, I guess, Uncle Mohand is afraid that you will run halfway. So, before dying, I slapped my hands with blood on your face..."

Chen Ling snorted coldly. Malians are worthy of being the most proficient people in Africa, and there are routines everywhere! Mohand, the fat man, has to do some tricks on his own when he is dying!

"Don't worry about the patriarch, everything will be resolved when you arrive in Jeney City." Elder Saidu regained the demeanor of the old god stick.

The convoy swayed to the ferry.

Many cars are waiting to cross the river. Most of the cars are mixed with people and goods. People sit in the cars, and the goods are built up on the roof, which rises above the sky.

Since it is a loess road, basically all the cars are covered with a thin layer of loess.

The Morris family's fleet is a specially selected good car, mainly the Land Cruiser V8. The first few cars have been modified, which are particularly powerful and have attracted the attention of many people.

The hawkers who sell things shuttle freely between the gaps in the vehicles. Many of them are seven or eight-year-old children, thin and small, but with big eyes, spinning around.

When Chen Ling saw the children begging for life under the scorching sun, he suddenly thought of Xia Jieyu and Xia Weifeng. If these children outside the car window have the opportunity to smuggle to Europe, will their parents let them go?

Chen Ling has watched some documentaries and knows that many people from backward French-speaking countries are looking forward to Europe, and there are many snakeheads like Morris in these countries.

It should not be difficult for the snakeheads to go to Europe by themselves, but why don't they go to Europe?

The answer given by the documentary is: the snakeheads will be unemployed when they arrive in Europe, and they will starve to death or freeze to death if they have no income.

This is really ironic!

The ferry came slowly from the opposite bank with black smoke. The boat was full of cars, and many pedestrians stood looking at the shore.

"Ding……"

Dao also issued an early warning of danger to life.

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