Chapter 1577 The house search

Jihad has been having fun these two days.

One vote cheated Liu Dan of nearly 20,000 yuan, handed it over to the organization boss, and received a commission of 1,000 yuan.

Then he gave a little girl to a small business owner.

Gradually, he will become a capable general around the boss.

I'm very happy no matter how I think about it.

Think about what life did you live when you first came to Afghanistan?

Look at it now, Jihad is very satisfied with eating meat with the boss.

He has even forgotten his real name, forgot why he came to Afghanistan, and forgot a lot...

There are only two words left in my mind - making money.

Sorry, give up the bottom line and make money.

The so-called compatriots and fellow villagers are all ready-made leeks in his eyes.

I'm sorry for myself if I don't cut it.

As for what to do after cutting leeks?

Haha…Jihad didn’t think about it at all.

When Chinese people go to Afghanistan to do business, they are mostly gambling.

Even state-owned enterprises will occasionally suffer, let alone ordinary individuals?

People like Liu Dan who don’t have much experience in going abroad at first sight are the best to cheat. He has deceived at least six or seven people.

Every fraud is extra money.

As time goes by, these fooled Chinese people will find that there is no way to deal with him in Afghanistan, and in the end they can only return home with hatred.

Even if someone wants to take the risk, the result is that he will sink into the bottom of the Argandabu River.

On this land, whoever has more guns will be the king's law.

If that Liu Dan knew about it, he would admit defeat.

Not ignorant of her... It is also an option to tie her up and sell her to other countries.

Anyway, the number of females missing in Afghanistan is no longer counting every year, not more than Liu Dan.

Now Jihad is on the way to the banquet and is even more energetic.

Ahmed, the small business owner who took the girl away, invited him to dinner and said he wanted to have a good chat and make friends.

Jihad couldn't ask for it.

When he arrived at the hotel and entered the room, he saw Ahmed with a frown, and Jihad frowned.

I think everything seems not very simple.

"Jihad, I'm sorry, for Allah's sake..." Ahmed smiled bitterly.

Um?

Jihad was stunned, then turned around suddenly.

Wang Hui and Li Hao and others have already walked in.

The door, close.

Li Hao, Ye Lei, Ding Yi... surrounded Jihad in the middle.

He didn't beat or scold, nor did he move, but looked at him coldly.

To be honest, this attitude made Jihad even more frightened.

"Haha... Mr. Wang... Such a coincidence?"

Jihad calmed down and tried to squeeze out a smile, wanting to make the atmosphere relaxed.

At the same time, he was muttering in his heart.

How did this Wang Hui force Ahmed to deceive himself?

Doesn’t Ahmed know that his boss has the means?

So...why is this?

"It's a coincidence, fellow countryman, let's talk."

Wang Hui crossed his legs and gently twisted his fingers, as if rubbing an ant.

Jihad calmed down and thought about it carefully, and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Wang, are there any misunderstandings between us?"

Jihad laughed, "I just took a break these two days and couldn't contact you in time."

"Do you plan to hold on?"

Wang Hui was not at all panicked either.

"Mr. Wang, this is Kandahar, not in China.

If you are excited to do something bad, it will be difficult to end."

Jihadshu leaned comfortably on the chair, his mouth slightly raised, and it was ridiculous.

Yes, if you leave China, what legal system, go to hell!

"I'll give it back to me for 20,000 US dollars. I'll explain the trafficking of people clearly, and you may be able to survive."

Wang Hui raised a finger and said, "One last chance."

"Hahaha... You don't have to give me a chance. I cheated the money. As for the trafficking of people... do you think there is one?

You sue me! Do you know who my boss is?

Do you know who our backer is?

Mr. Wang, it’s very dangerous to sue me..." Jihad’s face suddenly became sinister.

Wang Hui spread his hands: "Very good..."

He stood up and clapped his hands, turned his head to the outsider and said, "Sharif, please come in!"

The door is open.

The serious middle-level members of the "student" regime system, Wang Hui and Liu Dan's friend, Sharif, led a group of soldiers into the private room.

Jihad was stunned for a moment.

Fuck me?

How could this Wang Hui call the "Student" army?

This is unscientific!

Sharif looked at Jihad with a gloomy face, and wanted to pull out his gun and knock him down.

The most urgent task for "students" now is not to repeat the mistakes of being kicked off.

They should pay attention to people's livelihood and pay attention to making decisions for ordinary people in order to stabilize the basic foundation.

They need a good reputation to be recognized internationally.

Haven’t you seen that now several major international powers have no clear statement about the regime they have acquired for the second time?

Everyone is observing whether the "students" can control the situation, coordinate the relationship between all parties, and firmly sit down.

In the north, the Northern Alliance was eyeing and harassing, and in the south, a group of madmen appeared at Balochistans.

At the same time, there are many armed forces pulling flags to get a share of the pie.

In this situation, the "students" hope that the base camp Kandahar can be solid.

Therefore, Jihad, who deceives foreign merchants and kidnates and resells the population, is a cancer.

Must be removed.

And... In addition to removing the cancer, the local bureaucracy in Kandahar also needs to be cleaned up in one go.

Because the "students" have obtained power too quickly and the reserve of officials is seriously insufficient, there are still many people from the old regime working in the city's bureaucratic system, which is an unfathomable factor.

Sharif waved his hand and two soldiers, like wolves and tigers, set up the fake Afghan Jihad.

The latter was instantly panicked.

"I said...I said everything...Mr. Wang...help me ask for love, I said everything!"

Jihad cried.

He can't do something that he has to hold on for the boss until his death is about to come.

Wang Hui looked at Sharif, and Jihad began to communicate with the other party in Pashto, and it seemed that he was begging for mercy.
To be continued...