Farming Life Starting in Africa

After finishing his sentence, William Parsons hung up the phone without waiting for a reply and sat down on the sofa, somewhat annoyed.

He rubbed his temples, sat with his eyes closed for a while, then William Parsons unplugged the USB drive from the USB port and put it into a pouch-like necklace. He touched the necklace around his neck and sighed.

Just then, his satellite phone rang. "Feed?"

A friendly voice came from the other end of the phone, "William, where are my goods?"

William said impatiently, "It's not time to trade yet, you don't need to rush me."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, then the voice turned icy. "Time is running out. And the deal has to be done soon. If I don't see the goods by tomorrow morning, I'll send someone to find you in person."

William hung up the phone before he could finish speaking, throwing his phone irritably onto the sofa. He then stood up and paced back and forth in his office, clearly frustrated.

He knew the goods couldn't possibly be delivered tomorrow, and it seemed he would have to leave with the evacuating expatriates. This thought made him very uncomfortable, but between his life and his pride, he chose his life.

Zaka's men are even crazier than Sharaf's. If those lunatics find us, we definitely won't get our money back, and we might even lose our lives.

William touched the necklace around his neck; it was his last resort.

Waiting here is always fraught with uncertainty. On the outskirts of Green Valley Energy, about two hundred meters from the intersection the evacuation convoy would inevitably pass through, there was an inconspicuous car parked under a dead tree.

Xia Nan sat in the passenger seat, giving instructions to her assistant, Abu.

"If the government troops come and evacuate William and the others, I'll stop their car. You start the car and wait inside; don't turn it off, understand?"

Looking at her tense face, Abu helplessly raised his hand and made a "relax" gesture. "Okay, okay, relax a little, you don't have to be so tense."

Meanwhile, the Chinese Embassy in Ivia was also bustling with activity as everyone prepared for evacuation.

A bespectacled, refined-looking man led a five- or six-year-old child through the embassy gates.

Although his face showed signs of fatigue from the trek, his eyes remained relatively calm. The child beside him, on the other hand, was quite energetic, looking around curiously, completely unaware of what was happening outside.

Consul He Qingliu hurried down the stairs, extending his hands warmly from afar and saying, "Dr. Lu! You must be tired from your journey."

"Consul He! Hello! Hello!" Dr. Lu released the child's hand and shook hands with He Qingliu.

He Qingliu looked down at the child, reached out and patted his head. The child shrank back at the touch. "Where's Madam? Why didn't she come with us? Shouldn't you have evacuated together?"

Dr. Lu sighed, "She's still at the company, saying that the government forces will arrange a convoy to help them evacuate."

"How exactly is she doing?" He Qingliu's expression turned serious.

Dr. Lu shrugged helplessly: "Don't even mention it, I was in such a rush when I went out that I don't know where I left my phone."

After hearing this, He Qingliu took out his phone without saying a word and handed it over: "Call her right away, don't delay."

Dr. Lu took the phone, tapped the screen a few times, and then dialed a number. The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Feed? Xiaomei?"

Deng Mei's voice came from the other end of the phone, clearly relieved: "Why didn't you answer the phone? I was so worried! I called you over a dozen times, but no one answered!"

"Don't worry, we've arrived at the consulate," Dr. Lu said. "How are you? Are you safe?"

"Did Xuanxuan arrive with you? Is the child alright?"

"We've arrived, don't worry."

He Qingliu, who was listening nearby, held out his hand: "I'll ask about the situation. Give me the phone first."

Dr. Lu handed over the phone.

He Qingliu held the receiver to his ear. "Deng Mei, this is He Qingliu. What are your arrangements? Have the government troops contacted you?"

"Hello, Consul He!" Deng Mei's voice came through the receiver, with some background noise. "The government troops will come to the company to pick us up and take us to a temporary shelter, where we will then make unified arrangements for our evacuation."

"Be careful! Stay in touch at all times. No matter what happens, let us know immediately." He Qingliu's tone became more serious. "If the situation changes, we can also try to find a solution."

"I know. I will notify you as soon as the government troops arrive," Deng Mei said calmly.

Suddenly, Deng Mei's phone beeped – someone was calling her.

She looked at the screen, then at a familiar number, and her expression changed slightly.

"I'm getting a call," she said to He Qingliu. "I'll hang up now and call you back later."

"Okay, stay in touch."

Deng Mei returned to her office and answered the incoming call.

"Xiaomei, where are you?"

Deng Mei walked back behind her desk and sat down. "I'm still in Ivia. What about you? Have you boarded the ship yet?"

"I'm in Ohalfa Port. Everyone who could leave from Uller has already left."

Looking at the chaotic scene outside the French windows, Deng Mei said, "That's good. Your nephews have all come on the ship with you, right? You can go back to China for a while and get some rest."

"He's still in Uller."

Deng Mei was taken aback: "What's wrong? Wasn't he with you? Why didn't he get on the ship?"

"Sigh—he has several friends who have been kidnapped, and he's trying to rescue them."

Deng Mei has always disapproved of such things. "Haha, young people are passionate, but they also need to be careful. It's best to leave these kinds of things to the embassy staff; they have experience and connections. Don't risk your life by messing around on your own."

"Sigh, I can't control him either, but don't worry about him. As long as he's careful, not many people in Uller should be able to hurt him." After saying that, Qian Bida subconsciously touched the bulletproof vest he was wearing, rubbing his fingers on the fabric a couple of times. The touch reassured him.

Deng Mei didn't delve into it further and changed the subject: "Okay, I'll wait for the government army's convoy to arrive, then I can leave."

She hesitated for a moment before continuing, "If we end up on the same ship, it's best if we pretend we don't know each other. My husband and children are on the ship too."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone before Qian Bida finally spoke, his voice carrying a deliberate air of ease: "No problem, we can't let Dr. Lu misunderstand our friendship. Don't worry, once I'm on the ship, I'll act like I don't know you, and I won't even greet you when we meet."