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Hou Wenjun, who came out of Benghazi Airport to take a bus to the small fishing village outside the city, saw Bancar and others standing at the entrance of the village to greet him. The local snake is indeed a local snake. I am afraid that they will be followed by their people when they get off the plane.

"Hello Mr. Hou, I am Jamil Bankar."

Hou Wenjun, who had just gotten off the car, was greeted by the other party enthusiastically. Looking at his right hand tightly held by Bancarl's hands, Hou Wenjun fully felt the enthusiasm of these local snakes for the US dollar.

Hou Wenjun, who knew that he was going to have a heavy bleeding this time, also responded to Bancar with a smile and said, "Mr. Bancar is so polite. How can you ask you to greet him in person? Ajun is frightened."

Bancarl, with a passionate smile, closed his black and yellow teeth, pointed at the other leaders beside him and said, "This is Chief Makolu, this is Chief Kagasi, this is"

With the introduction of the host Ban Karl, Hou Wenjun shook hands and greeted the other six tribal leaders one by one. As the convener of this meeting, Miller made a soy sauce throughout the whole process as if nothing had happened.

"Mr. Hou has worked hard all the way. I have prepared the best camel milk, please." Bankar waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation, while smiling at Hou Wenjun.

Hou Wenjun takes himself as a benchmark. When he wants to blackmail others, he will definitely be very polite. The more polite he is, the more ruthless the asking price during the negotiations. Hou Wenjun began to worry about this negotiation, and the politeness of chiefs such as Bankar has exceeded his bottom line.

Hou Wenjun, who was not sure about his opponent, still had a smile on his face, and waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation and said, "Please, Mr. Bancar." He said that, following him half a step behind Bancar, walking towards the small fishing village.

In Libya or the entire North Africa region, people here still maintain the tradition of sitting on the ground. Hou Wenjun, who follows the local customs, sat cross-legged in the hall.

As soon as everyone sat down, the impatient Kagasi said directly, "Mr. Hou, everyone knows why they got together today. I might as well tell you that we have probably discussed a plan before you come." Kagasi paused, staring at Hou Wenjun's face with his eyes tightly and said, "The plan is also very simple. Mr. Hou's transportation safety issues in Benghazi are contracted by our tribal alliance. Of course, you also need to pay some costs, such as supporting us for a construction fee."

Regarding Kagasi's words that were more straightforward than collecting protection fees at home, Hou Wenjun smiled and picked up the golden wine bottle filled with camel milk in front of him and pecked, "What a milk, it's not worse than Mr. Kazai's camel milk that he treated me." Hou Wenjun, who answered the question, directly threw out the card fees, and he wanted to use this to remind the other party not to make too much offer.

Sure enough, when I heard the name of Kazaofei, the faces of the leaders present became ugly. After all, Kazaofei was still the leader of Libya, and it was not comparable to those of them, the leaders of small eastern tribes.

"Haha, did Bankar hear it? Mr. Hou has praised your camel milk." Makolu, who has a long white beard, laughed and cheered everyone up. It is said that human scent, ghost scent, and Makolu has undoubtedly become scent. His words clearly remind everyone that the card scent is great, but it is not the card scent that they want to negotiate with them but Hou Wenjun.

Kagasi's face immediately returned to normal after receiving the prompt from Makru. "Mr. Hou, we have seven tribes here, and each tribe has a construction cost of 20 million US dollars, right? Of course, some of our tribes are bigger, and it is reasonable to add more construction costs to the larger tribe."

One blushed and the other white-faced, Hou Wenjun instantly understood the situation of these seven tribes. It seemed that the Maklu tribe should be the most powerful among them.

After listening to Kagasi's so-called safety plan, Hou Wenjun turned to look at Makru who was beside him. Hou Wenjun, who slowly put down the golden wine bottle, put away the smile on his face and said, "Mr. Kagasi's tone, he opened it and offered hundreds of millions of dollars." Although he was reciting Kagasi's name, Hou Wenjun still stared at Makru. The key to the negotiation was still the Arabian old man.

Makru smiled and waved his hand to interrupt Kagasi, who was about to continue refuting Hou Wenjun, shook his head gently and said, "It's not 100 million, but 200 million."

Looking at Makru's two fingers stretched out, Hou Wenjun turned his head and looked at Miller who was sitting on the edge after entering the house and smiled and said, "I can pay for 200 million, but it will take seven years."

Before Wenjun finished his conditions, Kagassi, who was blushing, jumped out and said, "Impossible, the money must be paid first, otherwise your oil truck will not be able to transport a drop of oil out of Benghazi."

"Haha" Hou Wenjun, who chuckled twice, shook his head disdainfully and said, "Money is a good thing. This year, 200 million, will it cost 400 million next year, and the year after that will become 800 million?"

"We Libyans say that 200 million is 200 million. Do you dare to doubt our credit?" Kagassi, who was exposed by Hou Wenjun, said in a fury.

Hou Wenjun, who was sitting cross-legged on the wool carpet, suddenly leaned over to sit next to him and sat down without saying a word. He came to Kagasi and smiled and said, "Okay, I will pay 300 million this year, 600 million next year, and 1.2 billion next year. But my condition is that only six tribes can get money this year, five tribes next year, four tribes next year, and I will beat you seven tribes in the last year. I have money. I don't know if Chief Kagasi can play it?"

With a "bang", Kagasi, who was humiliated by Hou Wenjun, threw the golden wine bottle in his hand heavily onto the wool carpet. He looked angry and stared at Hou Wenjun's eyes hard and said, "Mr. Hou, don't forget that this is Benghazi, not your Hong Kong. It's not your turn to be cruel here!"

Having thrown the cup as a sign, I didn't expect that Libya's rustic bullies would play this game. Hou Wenjun didn't even look at the armed militia holding the surrounding hall, but still looked at Kagashi with a smile on his face and said, "I know this is Benghazi, but so what? Since I dare to do the arms business between the United States and Libya, I won't be afraid of you, the rustic bullies."

Although Hou Wenjun's last word "在线" is said in Chinese, everyone here understands that it won't be a good word.

"Go out first." Looking at the tense Kagasi and Hou Wenjun, Makru, who was responsible for smoothing out the game and cleaning up the mess, waved to the militia rushing in to signal them to go out, then smiled and said to Hou Wenjun, "Why do you have to get angry with Mr. Hou? So too, Kagasi. We are here to discuss business, not to fight. It would be bad to scare our guests."

Hearing Makru's words, Hou Wenjun slowly withdrew his body, picked up the golden wine bottle and pecked the camel's milk and said, "Mr. Makru, I think it's better to avoid unnecessary temptations. I think you should know what kind of business I do. Such a method is useless to me."

Kagassi laughed and picked up the golden kettle in the middle of the carpet to add camel milk to Hou Wenjun's cup and said, "I just said these little tricks are useless to Mr. Hou."

Hou Wenjun also smiled and picked up the golden wine bottle in his hand and nodded to Kagassi, who helped him fill with camel milk. This last drama of laughing and extinguishing grudges was also over, which also means that the negotiations between the Hou Group and the Eastern Libyan Tribal Alliance have officially begun. To be continued
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