Chapter 1024 Welcome Gunshots

Yang Fei and the others were told that they should try not to go out at night, let alone go out alone.

In Africa, women need to bring a small raincoat when going out, and men need to bring more money when going out. This is basically common sense, otherwise they will suffer and have nowhere to ask.

Although he was mentally prepared before coming here, Yang Fei was still a little unaccustomed to finding that the mobile phone could not be used when he arrived at the place.

Not to mention that the mobile phone can't be used, even the phone in the hotel room is a decoration. Yang Fei tried to make a few calls, but found that there was only beeping.

Even the phone that can't get through is only installed in the suite, and the other rooms are not even furnished.

Jin Dabao told Yang Fei that this country is poor and backward, and all infrastructure is in its infancy, so it can only adapt. If you want to make a phone call, you can go to the lobby on the first floor. The phone at the front desk can still be connected, but the fee is very expensive, so you can't discuss it.

The prices of hotels in Africa are very expensive, ranging from a few hundred to more than a thousand for better ones.

The reason why it is expensive is not because of the high cost and cost, but has a lot to do with the lack of demand.

In our country, the prices of many hotels are relatively close to the people, which has a lot to do with "small profits but quick turnover", because many people in our country just need to go out, and traveling or working has almost become a daily routine, so hotels and guesthouses are not afraid no guest.

But Africa is different. Locals in Africa hardly know how to stay in hotels. Even Africans who have no house or car will be bedded for a day.

Moreover, there are not many hotels in Africa, the competition in the industry is very small, and there is no uniform standard for prices. Generally, they want as much as they want. High prices are also a helpless choice for them to maintain profits.

In many hotels in Africa, not only the price is high, but also the "service" you want can hardly be satisfied. As long as the room is spacious and bright, the locals will feel like staying in a star hotel, which is considered a luxury enjoyment, so don't go there. What service do you expect.

Living in an African hotel, you must always be prepared for power outages and water outages, because in many places in Africa, there is no way to provide stable power transmission and stable running water.

Therefore, in the most expensive suite, it is not too much to have a phone but not be able to make calls.

In China, if you don't live comfortably, you can reason, complain, and check out.

But here, because there are few hotels and hotels, there is basically no other way but to complain. There is no way to complain, because many places are basically in a state of anarchy. Who do you turn to to complain?

Yang Fei laughed and said, "We are here to make money, but the locals are also counting on us to make money!"

Jin Dabao laughed and said, "This is the mutual exchange!"

He said mysteriously: "There are bad things, but there are also good things. For example, there are a lot of women here, and the prices are very cheap, but it's a little dark."

Yang Fei shook his head and said, "Forget it, I'm not interested. You are the only one who likes it."

Jin Dabao touched his lips: "I'm not picky about food. In fact, black girls are more relaxed than domestic women and have fun."

Yang Fei: "...I'll go downstairs and make a phone call."

Coming to the lobby on the first floor, Yang Fei found the front desk.

What caught people's eyes was that the lady at the front desk was a mixed-race beauty with a wheatish-white color.

Many parts of Africa have been colonized by Europeans and Americans, leaving a large number of mixed-race children, tall and beautiful,

Very charming.

Yang Fei walked over and said hello.

The woman has big eyes, and she smiles like she can talk: "Hello."

"You can speak Chinese?" Yang Fei asked in surprise.

"A little bit." The front desk squeezed his thumb and index finger, and smiled playfully, "There are a lot of Chinese here."

"Are you a descendant of the Chinese?"

"No, my grandfather is British and my father is German."

"Oh, no wonder you're so pretty."

"Thanks."

At this moment, the two sisters came downstairs giggling out of nowhere, just in time to see Yang Fei talking and laughing happily with the lady at the front desk, and they were standing on the stairs, whispering to each other.

Yang Fei said, "I'll make a call."

"Please." The woman pointed to the fixed phone.

Yang Fei dialed Su Tong's phone and found that the quality of the call was poor and the voice was intermittent.

He could only make a long story short and tell her that he had arrived safely.

At the entrance of the hotel, there was suddenly a loud gunshot!

Su Tong heard it, and hurriedly asked: "Yang Fei, what's going on? Who is shooting?"

"I don't know." Yang Fei glanced at the door, and saw a group of black people fighting in a scuffle. They all looked similar, black and white, and it was unclear how many groups there were.

The lady at the front desk held Yang Fei's hand, and kept waving her left hand, signaling him to quickly enter the front desk.

Before Yang Fei could react, a bullet hit the floor next to him, and the small fragments splashed hit his leg, excruciatingly painful.

Yang Fei was startled, put his hands on the front table, and quickly jumped in.

The receptionist hugged his head, and the two squatted down together, hiding behind the desk.

Yang Fei scolded his mother in his heart, just as he got off the plane, they greeted him with gunshots?

I know it's messy here, but isn't it too messy?

Yang Fei wanted to get up and look outside, but was held down by the receptionist.

"Don't move." The receptionist reminded him, "Don't go out."

Yang Fei responded helplessly.

Suddenly, Mo Miao screamed: "Let me go!"

Then I heard Mo Ming yelling: "Let go! Don't touch me!"

In desperation, Yang Fei looked up and saw that the two sisters, Mo Ming and Mo Miao, were controlled by the black men who rushed into the hotel.

There were a few black men at the gate, each pointing their guns at the outside. People outside could not rush in, and the exchange of fire stopped temporarily.

Mo Miao saw Yang Fei, shed tears, cast a pleading look at him, and shouted silently: "Yang Fei, please, save me."

Yang Fei weighed it up. There were five people on the other side, and all of them had guns. He was no match for them anyway.

However, if he let it go, it would not be Yang Fei's fault.

The front desk lady tugged at the corner of his clothes and motioned him to squat down quickly.

Yang Fei raised his hands, walked out, and said in fluent English: "Everyone, we are Chinese, from the People's Republic of China. We are friendly countries with your country. These two are my friends. Please let them go."

It's a pity that those black people don't understand English!

Several guns were aimed at Yang Fei immediately.

Yang Fei said it loudly in Chinese, and at the same time motioned for the lady at the front desk to come out and translate it for them.

Seeing Yang Fei's pleading gaze, the front desk lady hesitated for a moment, then finally stood up and repeated Yang Fei's words in the local language.

The black people understood this time, said a few words to each other, and moved the gun away from Yang Fei, but did not let go of Mo Ming and Mo Miao immediately.

Yang Fei asked the receptionist: "What did they say?"

"They are desperate and need hostages." The front desk lady said helplessly, "And the Chinese are their best hostages. With the Chinese in their hands, people outside will not dare to shoot casually."

At this moment, Yang Fei really wanted to scold her!

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