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

At the gate of the Chinese Embassy, ​​Hu Xiaoxiao explained his intentions and was immediately picked up in the ambassador’s reception room and sat on the sofa waiting.

After a while, a delicate young man walked in.

"Miss Hu, hello! I am the secretary of the ambassador, my surname is Ma."

Hu Xiaoxiao stood up, the corners of her mouth moved a little, and her voice hoarse: "Hello Secretary Ma, I want to get an identity certificate, hand it to the police station, and claim my brother..."

"Um... this, please wait a moment, we have notified the CR company, and they will come over right away. The ambassador will meet with you in a while, and it will be easy to go through the formalities..."

Hu Xiaoxiao nodded slightly and sat on the sofa again.

Secretary Ma quietly breathed a sigh of relief, gave Hu Xiaoxiao a cup of green tea, and put it in front of her.

"Ms. Hu, we are very sorry that this happened this time. The ambassador takes it very seriously and asks CR company to make proper arrangements. We did not expect you to come so soon. Another family member is still applying for a visa for Mali in China. It will take a few days to arrive. Although there is still a SARS epidemic in the country, we have coordinated the special affairs of the Mali government..."

Hu Xiaoxiao stared at the heat slowly floating on the teacup, her thoughts were hazy like the heat.

"Ms. Hu, where do you live now? Mali is relatively backward and the conditions are relatively poor. If you encounter any difficulties in this country, we can help."

Hu Xiaoxiao took a sip from the teacup, moistened his throat, and said a word that made Secretary Ma, who was already relieved, nervous again.

"I want to avenge my brother." Hu Xiaoxiao said lightly, "Can the embassy help me?"

Secretary Ma swallowed the saliva in his mouth and said: “The local police are investigating and they will inform us of the progress of the investigation every day. So far, the police have not fully identified the militants and they are still working hard. You may not be concerned. The local media and Mali’s Minister of the Interior have promised to catch these militants..."

"I know who they are."

Secretary Ma looked at Hu Xiaoxiao like an alien. This young lady looked normal. Although her face was haggard, she should still be of sound mind.

"What did you say?" Secretary Ma wanted to confirm what Hu Xiaoxiao said, to judge whether Hu Xiaoxiao is in a normal state now.

If it is not normal, you have to call for help.

Hu Xiaoxiao sighed quietly and said: "I didn't say anything. When will the people from CR arrive? Do I have to see them? I just want a proof of identity."

Secretary Ma was worried that Hu Xiaoxiao would say something unbelievable again, and took the opportunity to shift the topic to a field he was familiar with.

"Ms. Hu, you need to provide an account book to open an identity certificate. Your passport alone cannot be opened. However, considering the special situation of this time, we can think of another way. Because your brother was an employee of CR Company before his death. , So we want to ask them to prove that you are indeed Hu Datong’s sister..."

Hu Xiaoxiao whispered and interrupted Secretary Ma's words: "Except for my brother, I don't know anyone from CR."

Since the people of CR Company don't know Hu Xiaoxiao, how can it be proved that Hu Xiaoxiao is Hu Datong's younger sister?

Secretary Ma did not expect this to be the case. He got up and filled Hu Xiaoxiao's teacup with some hot water.

"Then how did you receive the news?" With time to add water as a buffer, Secretary Ma thought about what to say.

"I'm traveling in France, my parents told me."

"Oh-that's easy to handle. Let the CR company find your parents to confirm your situation, and it can also be used as a proof, so that we can issue you a proper identity certificate."

Hu Xiaoxiao did not speak.

My parents were very old, and after hearing the bad news, they were heartbroken at home. The mother was bedridden and the father barely supported it.

His brother Hu Datong has been working overseas for several years, and his parents have long been anxious about his lifelong events. Although my elder brother had talked with a few girlfriends, they all broke up because of a different place.

At the beginning of this month, the parents arranged another blind date for his brother, waiting for his brother to return to China for vacation. Unexpectedly, my brother said that he would not be able to get out when he returned to China, so he postponed the vacation time.

Who could have imagined that this postponed too long, too far, as far as ever.

The people at CR came quickly.

A total of four people came. If Chen Ling were here, he would recognize that two of them were Hu Datong's companions.

Because of the arrival of these two people, the interruption of Hu Xiaoxiao's parents' international calls was avoided.

The two once saw a family portrait in Hu Datong's office, and mistakenly regarded Hu Xiaoxiao as Hu Datong's younger brother, because Hu Xiaoxiao's hair in the photo was about the same length as Hu Datong's.

The ambassador also appeared, expressing regret and condolences on behalf of the officials, and instructed Secretary Ma to provide as much assistance as possible to Hu Xiaoxiao.

Soon after, the ambassador turned his attention to the railway project tracked by CR company.

The Radisson Hotel will not affect CR's determination to continue to promote the railway project.

However, the sudden death of Hu Datong and his translator affected the progress of the project. Many of the agreements between CR and the relevant departments of the Malian government and the Senegalese government have remained verbal, and no agreement has been formally formed. When Hu Datong left, no one knew a lot of things.

He Chaoxu, in his forties, is the deputy general manager of the International Department of CR Company and the highest level leader of CR Company present. He originally visited other countries and came to Mali urgently to deal with the incident.

He said a few words to the ambassador and saw Hu Xiaoxiao sitting alone, walking over and saying: "Datong is an outstanding overseas employee of our company for several years, with outstanding performance. However, he actually wants to go back to work in China... …"

Hu Xiaoxiao hummed softly.

"He once told me that when he finally worked on a big project, he would return to China to start a family and serve his parents. At that time, we tracked this project in Mali and just contacted, we assigned him to take charge. This project is very big. It is an international railway connecting Bamako, Mali and Dakar, Senegal, so various relationships are particularly complicated."

"After Datong took charge of this project, he worked very hard, and all parties recognized him very much. He told me a while ago that this project is expected to sign a preliminary multilateral agreement this year, and he must get the project done. Africa is the first railway designed and constructed in accordance with Chinese standards."

He Chaoxu sighed and said, "The high aspirations are not paid, the high aspirations are not paid!"

"Mr. He, I really hope that my brother doesn't have such big ambitions and he can live his life well!" After He Chaoxu said so much, Hu Xiaoxiao's spirit seemed to be better.

He Chaoxu said: "A good man has aspirations everywhere, he wants to do a career as a big boy."

"There are many places where you can do business. Why do you want to come to Mali? He wants to come to Mali, he also wants to come to Mali, why not come separately? Do you have to come together?"

He Chaoxu heard a little confused, and asked, "Who is he?"

Hu Xiaoxiao shook his head: "I hope he is well, and there will be no more accidents..."

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Chen Ling's motorcade drove into a sparse forest along a curved dirt road.

Most of the woods are unnamed plants, mixed with some tall baobab trees.

Starting in the morning, Chen Ling's face has gradually recovered its original color.

Saidu was the first to notice and took a mirror to Chen Ling: "Patriarch, the color of baptism has disappeared. This is because the ceremony yesterday confirmed your identity."

Chen Ling looked at himself in the mirror, and indeed he "faded" again. Could it be that this Morris family ceremony really has any magic?

Chen Ling believes that the faded patriarch should be Montel, not himself. I didn't say it at the beginning, but now it's becoming more and more unclear.

With a sigh, Chen Ling looked at a tall baobab tree on the side of the road and said, "Saidu, someone has brought it here!"

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