Chapter 1022 Treasure

"Damn it, don't people here have the habit of keeping accounts? We don't even know what's in here."

"What do I see? There's shit everywhere in here, why not build a toilet?"

"Take that rubbish outside and burn it on site, I don't want to see it again."

At dawn, Qin Weidong began to clean up the palace square and continued to increase his strength. Since the advance team consisted of only twelve adults plus one and a half older children, it was obviously not enough not to use manpower on the spot. And the only ones he can use are the newly freed slaves.

It's not quite right to say 'freed', because the mob in the city didn't imprison the slaves at all. In fact, these people have nowhere to go and can only rely on the thugs to survive. The thugs collected all kinds of living materials by force, and exploited the fruits of labor of the bottom slaves.

The slaves felt neither gratitude nor fear for the arrival of the advance party. They have experienced too much about the 'change of the king's banner at the top of the city'. No matter who is in charge of them, everything looks the same. This group of people in front of them looks..., seems to be just a little bit better.

Regarding the current situation, the advance team will report to Havana at all times. And since Zhou Qingfeng took over the Canadian enclave, Havana is also considered to be full of talents. Facing the difficult problems on the front line, Lena Fox even organized experts in psychology and sociology to find solutions.

Qin Weidong asked the old Harris to appease the general inferiority and fear of African blacks towards whites, and rewarded the hard-working key personnel with cigarettes. A little bit of favor and small favor to win the relationship did not pay much, but the effect was obvious.

Huairou also exerts coercion at the same time... But with Mark alive, everything is enough.

On the other hand, according to what the advance team learned before they came, there are nearly a million Chinese living in Angola, and Luanda has the largest number. They opened markets in cities to sell domestically produced daily necessities, even opened hospitals and clinics, and built farms outside the cities to provide large quantities of agricultural products.

In order to live a good life, the Chinese have traveled to every corner of the world - it is said that even the Eskimos have a small shop opened by the Chinese.

And now these Chinese people are all gone, Qin Weidong searched every local person he can ask, but no one knows where the Chinese people who used to be all over the city went?

Standing in the palace square built in the 17th century, surrounded by a pile of ancient buildings with a history of hundreds of years, Qin Weidong looked at the busy slaves around him, but his heart was full of doubts—it didn’t make sense that even a single Chinese disappeared, they Where did they all go?

At this time, there was a humming engine sound in the sky, and the airship of the advance team was landing. All the slaves were both curious and puzzled by this big guy, and no one knew the origin of this sudden team.

"Let the slaves pull out the gold." Qin Weidong ordered over the intercom.

After all the supplies and equipment on the airship are unloaded, this huge ship is just a burden. Qin Weidong decided to let him fly back to Havana by himself. The autopilot system can complete the unmanned flight across the Atlantic Ocean, which will also facilitate the delivery of supplies to the advance team in the future.

And about five tons of gold were also transported away together. After Lena Fox learned that gold was found in Luanda, she immediately asked for the gold to be shipped back to Havana. The currency shortage of the Legion has become more and more serious, and deflation is endangering the economy. This gold appears just in time.

Qin Ming came out of the airship. After a night's rest, his thigh injury was recovering, and the effect of the 'healing needle' was miraculous. And watching the slave push the wooden box containing gold into the airship, he asked in amazement: "Is there so much gold in Africa?"

"Believe me, the richness of Africa is beyond your imagination. The suffering here is nothing but **." Zhang Hong ordered the slaves to work, and replied casually.

"Really?" Qin Ming didn't feel that this land was rich, but rather rustic. The infrastructure looks poor and the people are not great. He asked a little bored.

"Is there anything I can do? I think I'm recovering well."

"You...? Go and help Mr. Fuller clean up the warehouse. The gangsters here have been looting around for more than a year, and the looted things, good or bad, have piled up like a mountain.

But the thugs here only know how to rob but don't know how to use them, and they never keep accounts. After a long time, there are too many things, and the personnel are confused, which leads to a large number of items being robbed and thrown aside. We'll have to clean it up and see if there's anything we can use. "

Zhang Hong pointed to a row of houses in the distance, and beat Qin Ming over. And Qin Ming walked over with a limp, and saw the Belgian engineer, this white man named Fuller, directing a group of low-level slaves to clean up one house after another.

After informing him of his intention, Qin Ming was assigned ten ordinary black slaves. His job is to clean up and search house by house, because the thugs themselves don't know how much they have robbed.

"Those bastards just like to keep robbing, and after they grab it, they throw it away in the warehouse or in the open air. People here still have a bad memory, and they often forget what they do today. So no one can figure out what's here.

You must know that Luanda is the capital of Angola and the most important foreign trade port in Angola. The materials here are actually quite rich.

We actually had a lot of fun cleaning up, like digging for treasure. Because you have no idea what's inside a tarpaulin you lifted, a door you pushed open, or a box you opened? "Mr. Fuller explained the situation in simple words.

Qin Ming nodded and became interested, and he also felt that this matter was a bit interesting. In fact, the very first room he opened contained an extremely rare commodity—palm oil. Barrel after barrel of palm oil filled a whole house.

"Oh my god, there are at least two hundred barrels, more than thirty tons." Mr. Fuller has already opened several rooms that the mob used as warehouses and storage rooms, but most of them are moldy sisal and cloth. Nothing is as useful as these palm oils.

"Why do the gangsters here have palm oil?" Qin Ming didn't understand anything, he only knew that he found a lot of big drums. At first he thought it was gasoline, but who knew it was palm oil, which is more valuable than gasoline, and these edible oils are in short supply even in Havana.

"Angola has a large area of ​​African oil palm planted. It produces a lot of palm oil every year, and the export volume is calculated in millions of tons. It is very normal for mobs to snatch these things. I bet this is just part of the cargo. Nearby There must be more."

In the last days, oil is an extremely important supply. Adequate fat intake can ensure a person's health and strength. In times of peace, a barrel of cooking oil can be easily purchased in the city. But in the last days, I'm afraid you'll have to risk your life for it.

Mr. Fuller suddenly became extremely excited, and he began to concentrate on searching the vicinity of the house. Sure enough, a large number of oil drums ready to be exported to foreign countries were found in a large pile of garbage in the open air. The quantity was extremely astonishing, hundreds of tons.

"The chaotic situation has concealed countless wealth. If this batch of oil can be used, at least thousands of lives can be saved." Seeing the rusty oil barrels being thrown in the corner, Mr. Fuller was quite sad. "It would be great if these things could be discovered sooner."

"It's not too late now." Now Qin Ming felt something about what Zhang Hong said just now that 'Africa is very rich', but he sneered unceremoniously: "Africans are all beggars guarding the golden mountain, no wonder People here will starve to death, and they deserve it.”8