Farming Life Starting in Africa

Two lowered his head, picked up the knife again, and continued processing the sashimi in his hands. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tojo. My junior apprentices aren't ready to graduate yet; they're still learning."

Actually, both of them were suffering inside.

He had to beg his master for a long time before he was released.

When he was in New York, he felt that ZERO could no longer teach him anything useful.

If he stayed there, he would only be able to work as a helper in ZERO's Japanese restaurant, cutting fish day after day for the rest of his life.

After arriving in Brazil, Teruo Tojo treated him very well, entrusting him with private tasks.

The pay was quite generous, much more respectable than what I received in New York.

However, due to a change in hotel manager in Rio, many tasks were reassigned to the Continental Hotel in neighboring Peru.

The hotel in Rio finally received some valuable missions, but Teruo Tojo had to prioritize choosing the hotel's assassins first, and only the ones left over would be his turn.

This makes it a little uncomfortable for TWO to stay here.

But he chose this path himself, so he has no choice but to accept it.

He won't be leaving here for at least the time being, otherwise his reputation will be ruined.

For those in their line of work, reputation is more valuable than life itself.

"Okay, fine."

Teruo Tojo didn't ask any further questions. He simply picked up a piece of pufferfish sashimi, put it directly into his mouth without even dipping it in soy sauce.

The dilapidated open-air car factory was filled with the smell of engine oil and rust, and the lingering evening breeze carried dust as it blew across the repair tools and scrap parts scattered on the ground.

Tang and Brian's group huddled together in the open space, their brows furrowed, discussing important matters.

The most pressing issue right now is that they need to get two high-horsepower cars. These cars must be powerful enough and have good grip to handle the excessive weight and pull the heavy safe out of the ground.

Several people were busy selecting suitable car models, chatting amongst themselves, and no one noticed the commotion at the car factory entrance.

Just then, a soft footstep sound came from outside. Mia, carrying a coarse cloth shopping bag, hurried back.

Everyone's eyes instinctively swept over, and the next second, everyone's gazes froze.

Not far behind Mia, there was a stranger following her.

He was a burly man with a head of fluffy curly hair and a full beard. His body was as wide as a small wall, and his muscles were well-defined.

The workers in the car factory stopped what they were doing, their eyes filled with curiosity and doubt as they looked the unfamiliar, curly-haired, burly man up and down.

Mia is Tang's younger sister, and she is quite prudent in her actions. Since she brought someone back, there must be a reason. No one went up to say anything, but they secretly speculated about the other party's identity.

Brian's reaction was the most intense. He was chatting with Tang when he caught a glimpse of the burly man behind Mia out of the corner of his eye. He instantly tensed up and his face darkened.

He charged straight at the man, his eyes filled with hostility, his anger blazing.

Mia sensed the hostility emanating from him and quickly stepped forward to stop him, fearing that the situation would spiral out of control.

After hearing Mia's words, Brian's anger gradually subsided, and most of the hostility in his eyes dissipated, though he still stared at her warily.

Just as the atmosphere had eased a little, Tang, leaning lazily against the railing, slowly spoke, "Vince, are you hungry?"

Luo Sen, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, almost choked on his own saliva.

Ele.me? I'm still using Meituan, the official food delivery platform!

Vince was also taken aback for a moment, then looked at Tang, who had a calm expression, and nodded honestly: "Yeah, I am a little hungry."

Tang raised an eyebrow. "Fine, then you'd better prepare your pre-meal prayer in advance."

As Rosen listened to the group's bizarre way of getting along, a wicked idea suddenly popped into his head.

I don't know how many of these people are Christians, but they treat eating like a ritual, with so many rules and regulations.

If he were to make a mask out of the image of Jesus, would they have to pray earnestly to Rosen every time they eat?

Having said all that, it's clear to everyone that Don has tacitly accepted Vince.

Brian could only put aside his resentment and extend his hand to Vince: "No matter what, thank you, Vince, thank you for protecting Mia."

Only Rosen suspected that Vince's appearance was too coincidental.

Time flew by and it was already late at night. The sweltering daytime had come to a complete end, and the evening breeze in the car factory became cool and comfortable.

A makeshift barbecue grill was set up in the open space, the charcoal glowing red and sizzling with heat.

Leo and Santos were busy by the barbecue grill, preparing tonight's late-night snack, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

The rest of the people sat in twos and threes around the campfire, holding chilled beer and liquor, enjoying the evening breeze, drinking and chatting about anything and everything.

The conversation veered off-topic from the mission plan to the huge sum of money they were about to receive, with the group enthusiastically discussing how to squander it once they got their hands on it.

Roman pulled out a half-empty bottle of whiskey, shook it, turned to look at Taiji who was leisurely shelling nuts beside him, and casually asked, "So, when you have millions of dollars, how do you plan to spend them?"

Taiji held a nut in his hand, slowly peeling it. "I've always had a dream: to open my own auto repair shop near my home. Whoever brings their car here, I'm going to rip them off big time, you know what I mean?"

Roman's mind raced, and he immediately grasped the implication. He laughed and nodded, "Got it! Absolutely! To put it bluntly, it's running a rip-off business and ripping off customers. No wonder you're a black guy, your ideals are pretty dark. But I'm just wondering, after all your sudden wealth, you're still just working somewhere else?"

Upon hearing this, Taiji immediately became displeased and threw all the nut shells he had peeled at Roman. "Hey! Can't you speak properly? Who insults themselves? This kind of racial discrimination, you don't even spare yourself, do you?"

Roman brushed the broken fruit shells off his clothes, looking nonchalant. "I'm not black! If you don't believe me, ask Brian. My file says Celtic in the ethnicity section. I just got a tan from sunbathing too much."

Everyone was instantly amused by his absurd excuse. Brian smiled and put down his wine glass. "He wasn't exaggerating when he said that. That's exactly what it says on his file. I'm still curious about how he got the person filling out the form to do it for him."

The group burst into laughter, creating a relaxed and lively atmosphere.

Only Rosen was completely bewildered. He looked Roman up and down several times, but no matter how he looked at it, the guy's skin color and appearance were no different from those of an African native. How did he manage to change himself into a Celt?