Chapter 425 Doing What Can Be Done (Bug Fixing): Spare a Dog's Life

After leaving the airport and crossing several overpasses, you will enter Cape Town city.

If Moscow is a city in a forest, then it is no exaggeration to say that Cape Town is a typical city built in a garden.

Every building is surrounded by lush green grass and blooming flowers.

Perhaps that's why, even though the streets were full of cars, Wang Xiao still felt that the air quality was quite good when he got out of the car.

The sun-kissed breeze caressed her face, and she even found herself listening to the intro to the background music of "Laughing at the Wind and Clouds" in her mind. The image that came to mind was the beginning of the music video, where she stood on a Hong Kong street looking up at the skyscrapers.

She guessed that this misconception arose because South Africa, like Hong Kong, had been under British colonial rule for a long time, inevitably leaving behind similar colonial traces, and the two places also had similar natural climates.

This made her feel a subtle sense of intimacy.

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao didn't think this place resembled Hong Kong. They had never been to Hong Kong, so they had no way of comparing it.

They went through the countries and cities they had visited and came up with Japan, which they felt was more like South Africa.

Why? The cultures and natural landscapes of the two countries are worlds apart.

Because South Africa and Japan have similar service concepts.

Good heavens!

Before the car even stopped, mall staff actively came over to help guide the parking.

After they got off the bus, the person even acted as a guide, leading the way so that they could smoothly enter the mall.

What's most amazing is that even when Counselor Petrov told him that they weren't going to the mall to shop, but rather to go through the mall to eat at the back, he wasn't angry at all. He remained cheerful and helpful, enthusiastically pointing out which door was the most convenient to exit through.

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao were both amazed. Even Lyuba, who had traveled extensively and seen a lot, believed that even most Western European countries could not achieve this level of service quality.

Even if the sales staff who were all smiles just now are actually cursing you out in their hearts, just like the newspapers say, so what?

Just smile at you to your face. You're not going to live with him, so why are you concerned about what he's thinking?

Counselor Petrov explained somewhat embarrassedly in Russian: "Parking in the mall's parking lot is the safest option, as there are people watching over it. If you park in the open space in front of the restaurant, your car window might get smashed."

Wang Xiao and his group had already witnessed the blatant street crime in Cape Town, so of course they had no objections and simply followed along obediently.

Cape Town's shopping malls are indeed beautiful, truly dazzling. Everywhere you look, there are either colorful and glittering goods, or the salespeople's smiles as bright as rainbows.

If he weren't in a hurry to eat, Wang Xiao would have definitely paid up – the emotional value they offered was just too much.

It wasn't until they were leaving through the back door that Xiao Gao suddenly blurted out in Russian, "Are Black people still not allowed in the mall?"

Wang Xiao suddenly realized that something was wrong; they hadn't seen a single Black person in the mall along the way.

This isn't normal!

Black people make up 80% of the population in South Africa, making them the absolute majority.

Moreover, South Africa's peak tourist season is from November to January of the following year. It is currently winter in South Africa, far from the time when foreign tour groups book the entire country.

In such a large shopping mall with so many customers, how come I can't see a single Black person?

Petrov gave a wry smile: "Because the wealthy people in South Africa are mostly white, black people can't afford the goods in these big shopping malls."

But this explanation did not convince Wang Xiao.

Just because you can't afford to buy something doesn't mean you can't go shopping.

The famous restroom at Deji Plaza has such a long queue of people waiting to take photos. Even though people can't afford it, they still have a great time shopping.

Besides, the black men and women in South Africa don't seem to have an emo personality, so they shouldn't be too embarrassed to go shopping in the mall.

Petrov sighed and said seriously, "I actually asked our embassy's Black staff about this. Their explanation was that they had been greatly hurt before, and were seriously intimidated by the government and white people in this country, so they were left with deep psychological scars and were unwilling to go near areas where white people stayed."

Tangible walls, such as the Berlin Wall, can be easily broken down and demolished.

An invisible wall, yet it stands forever in people's hearts, and it is unknown when it will be eliminated.

The Russian Embassy indeed treated Wang Xiao and his delegation as honored guests and as one of their own.

The most notable example was that for his first meal after landing, Counselor Petrov specifically chose a fairly large Chinese restaurant.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't a Chinese restaurant; its sign read "Asian Restaurant," and Wang Xiao could even smell curry.

It's no wonder, given that the largest Asian population in South Africa is Indian. Given their early arrival, it's perfectly normal for Indian culture to have left its mark on South Africa.

Interestingly, the songs playing in the restaurant were Cantonese songs, including Beyond's "Glorious Years".

Wang Xiao couldn't help but laugh; this was far too fitting for the occasion.

Petrov had been observing her reaction, and seeing this, he couldn't help but feel uneasy: "Miss Wang, if this restaurant isn't suitable, we can go to another one."

Choosing a more luxurious and beautiful hotel might better meet the other party's expectations.

Wang Xiao smiled and shook his head: "No, I just think this song is really fitting for the occasion."

She explained that "Glorious Years" was inspired by the experiences of South African President Nelson Mandela. The song is also very popular in China.

Petrov was relieved and smiled as he asked her to order, continuing the conversation on the topic: "It seems President Mandela is very popular with the Chinese people."

Wang Xiao laughed and said, "People who like this song may not know that it refers to President Mandela, but he does have a very good image in China."

She nodded in affirmation, "He was truly great. The fact that South Africa could transition smoothly despite such severe apartheid is a miracle."

People who have lived in peacetime for a long time often overlook the horrors of racial segregation and antagonism.

It buries hatred deep within people's hearts, allowing it to grow unchecked.

Once an opportunity arises, hatred can drive a person mad.

Leaving aside other regions and eras, let's just talk about Africa. The Rwandan genocide—from April to July 1994, in just 100 days, caused the deaths of approximately 800,000 to 1 million people, equivalent to one-eighth of the country's population.

Both the Hutu who carried out the attack and the Tutsi who were killed were Black, but hatred made their eyes bloodthirsty, and the former did not even spare the moderates of their own tribe.

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao nodded in agreement.

Let alone racial hatred, even if two villages have lived in the same area for generations, when they fight, they are going to kill each other, and no one can stop them.

President Mandela managed to get all South Africans to put aside their hatred and live peacefully together instead of engaging in bloodshed; how can that not be considered great?

That's amazing! That's incredible!

As long as you're alive, there's hope. No matter how bad life gets, there's always a chance you can turn things around.

But life is only given to each person once. When a person dies, it means that everything returns to dust and ashes, and there will never be a tomorrow or a future.

Wang Xiao nodded in agreement with the bodyguard's words.

Before she transmigrated, she felt that public opinion was rather boring, as it would elevate people to a pedestal and then trample them to death.

To say that Mandela deserved to die for leading South Africa into decline is an overstatement.

He only served one term as president, elected in 1994, before the new millennium even arrived, and then he resigned.

For the next 20 years, South Africa's economy did not develop, and the blame should not be placed entirely on him.

How many people are all-rounders?

It's already quite an achievement for a person to do one great thing in their lifetime.

As the people at the table chatted, the dishes were served one after another.

The waiters serving the dishes and the restaurant owner were both Chinese. When they saw Wang Xiao and his group, the waiter specifically asked them a question, and then happily served them Sichuan pickled vegetables.

The waitress was a foreigner from Sichuan who couldn't speak a word of English, but that didn't stop her from taking good care of guests from all over the world.

Seeing that the boss had started eating, Manager Zhang finally breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Good heavens! Ever since he saw this group of Russians at the airport, his heart had been in his throat.

He even resented the young black robber on the street, asking why he had to rob an old white man. Why didn't he just steal his own car?

Even though his car was secondhand and not a luxury car, he had already robbed the car, so why was he being so picky?

Whenever the young black man stole his car, he could openly and brazenly cry to his boss, complaining that the damn black man had stolen their ledgers.

Unfortunately, those black guys are all tall but not smart; they don't even have that kind of insight!

Manager Zhang was filled with worries, and even when eating the dishes prepared by the master chef at his favorite Asian restaurant, he couldn't taste anything.

Wang Xiao's attention wasn't entirely focused on the food on the table. To be honest, the taste of Chinese food is more or less different when the customer base is foreigners.

For her, it wasn't delicious at all.

She was more concerned about the way the Russian embassy delegation ate.

Yes, they ate rice, and they seemed to enjoy it.

As Counselor Petrov fiddled with the rice on his plate, he explained, "It was the Indians who first brought the habit of eating rice to South Africa, and then more and more people started eating it."

Wang Xiao's eyes were fixed on the fork in his hand, and she finally couldn't help but ask, "Should we ask the waiter for a spoon?"

She considered herself a person who had traveled to many places, but all her experiences before and after her time travel were combined, and this was the first time she had ever seen someone eat rice with a fork.

Yes, those are the kind of knives and forks used for Western food.

Petrov smiled and gestured for her to look at the other customers in the restaurant: "In South Africa, everyone except those who can use chopsticks and Indians basically eats like this."

That's really true.

The white and black people in the restaurant probably felt that this was the territory of outsiders, so they didn't shy away from each other. They sat at their own tables and used forks to put rice and side dishes into their mouths.

Wang Xiao's curiosity was piqued.

As we all know, when there is a lot of rice on the plate, the stickiness of the rice can indeed make it easy to pick up with a fork.

But how are they supposed to eat when their plates are full of loose rice grains?

As a result, this group of knife and fork users shocked Boss Wang once again. They actually picked up their plates and used their forks like chopsticks to pick up the remaining rice grains and put them into their mouths.

Good heavens, what happened to the saying that white people pay the most attention to table manners when they eat?

Good heavens! She saw the white people there munching on it more deliciously than anyone else.

It is evident that humans are creatures that value adaptability above all else, and so-called etiquette is all man-made.

The white people around me were smacking their lips while eating rice. If this happened in an Asian country, especially in East Asia, they would probably be scolded to death by their elders.

According to Petrov, however, no one here felt it was impolite at all.

Wang Xiao found it more and more interesting; listening to gossip was even more enjoyable than eating.

Manager Zhang couldn't listen to it anymore. He couldn't understand the Russians' language, so how could he possibly understand them?

Moreover, the more he listened, the more panicked he became, and he couldn't help but guess that the boss was telling the Russian how to subject him to the ten most cruel tortures.

He absentmindedly ate a bowl of rice, then forced a smile and asked the boss, "I'm going out for a smoke."

Smoking is strictly prohibited in indoor venues in South Africa, including Chinese restaurants, and no one will tolerate it.

Wang Xiao nodded, indicating that he should go ahead.

Poor Manager Zhang wasn't smoking because he was craving a cigarette; he simply wanted to calm down and think about his next move.

But as he inhaled the smoke into his lungs, his mind remained blank, and he couldn't think of a solution.

Just as he was trying to figure out who to ask for help, someone else came to him for help first.

When Lao Huang, the head of a Hong Kong company's office in Cape Town, saw him, his eyes lit up: "Hey, Lao Zhang, Lao Zhang, help me, help me!"

Since Manager Zhang hasn't been taken down and imprisoned by the boss yet, he definitely has to maintain a facade of integrity in social situations.

He forced a smile and casually joked, "Where am I supposed to save your life? You're an official, you can't do anything about it, how am I supposed to take care of your beans?"

Old Huang's company exported a batch of beans to South Africa, but the paperwork was incomplete, so the port detained them and prepared to destroy them.

This batch of goods was far too large, and the company couldn't afford such a loss. That's why he went around begging and pleading to save the beans, but unfortunately, even contacting the Chamber of Commerce was of no use.

Now that he'd been rejected, Old Huang looked distressed: "Who can I turn to? South Africa doesn't recognize our official connections at all!"

Manager Zhang chuckled mischievously, "Then go find the Republic of China embassy; South Africa recognizes that."

"Am I crazy?!" Old Huang glared back. "We're a state-owned enterprise, just operating in Hong Kong. You're making me commit a fundamental error!"

Manager Zhang flicked the ash off his cigarette and said dismissively, "Then what do you suggest we do? I can't help you."

"Who said you can't do anything?" Old Huang nudged his shoulder, looking like they were buddies. "Is that your boss? The Russian guy sitting at the table is from the Russian embassy. Tsk, I saw their badge. If their embassy helps us out, we don't need anything else, just a little connection, wouldn't that give us hope?"

That's why people say that those who can make a name for themselves in a foreign land are all talented people.

Regardless of their character or personal abilities, at the very least, they generally have a strong heart.

Take Manager Zhang for example. He himself has already gone bankrupt and doesn't know how long he'll live, but right now he can spare the time to maintain his image as a kind and compassionate person—and it is precisely this image that has helped him gain a foothold in South Africa.

If everyone hadn't thought he was a kind-hearted person and been willing to lend a helping hand, he wouldn't have been able to set up the Huaxia Trade City in a place where he was completely unfamiliar with people and people.

After all, just look at the security situation in South Africa; the government's efficiency here is also quite...emmm.

Manager Zhang took a deep drag on his cigarette, stubbed it out, threw it in the trash can, and then gave himself a pep talk: "Okay, I'll have to ask our boss first."

Mr. Ivanov is now the Deputy Prime Minister, so the Russian embassy should give him face, right? Probably!

Wang Xiao was still tasting ostrich meat—a South African specialty that Asian restaurants also serve as a specialty dish.

With each bite she took, her doubts deepened.

Although ostriches are birds, their meat is red meat, and it tastes a bit like beef. It's tender and juicy, and it's not even in the same league as the incredibly dry turkey.

So here's the question: why weren't ostriches being farmed on a large scale in China before she time-traveled?

This is the first time she's ever eaten ostrich meat.

This is important: ostriches are birds and can lay 60 to 120 eggs a year. That's much more prolific than livestock like cattle and sheep.

This is definitely a major positive development for the farm.

Petrov, the diligent counselor, proactively asked, "Miss Wang, is there a problem?"

Wang Xiao bluntly stated, "I've been wondering why the Chinese haven't raised ostriches? Their meat is so delicious, and they reproduce so quickly."

Petrov was speechless. There are plenty of delicious foods out there, why do you all want to raise them?

Wang Xiao nodded seriously: "Yes, Chinese people devote half of their energy to eating. Beauty and delicious food are the two things that should not be missed."

The counselor chuckled and joked, "In Russia, the only things that truly matter are beautiful women and fine wine."

Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was laughing, Manager Zhang cautiously approached the boss, watching his expression as he quietly spoke about his recruitment efforts.

Wang Xiao couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. Ruan Xiaomei had indeed carefully selected this person to make a name for herself in South Africa.

Putting everything else aside, at least he has the guts.

She calmly asked Lao Huang, who was standing next to Manager Zhang, barely daring to breathe, "Have you contacted the media?"

"Huh?" Old Huang couldn't keep up with her pace.

Didn't they say they were going to ask the Russian embassy for help? How come it's suddenly become him contacting the media?

Wang Xiao pointed to a customer who was reading a newspaper while waiting for his food: "I see there are quite a few newspapers here, and there aren't many restrictions on speech. Maybe the media will be interested in your beans. Let the media ask the public whether it's right to destroy so many beans just because the paperwork isn't complete?"

Old Huang was skeptical: "Will this work?"

Cape Town certainly has a lot of media, including several Chinese-language newspapers. But does what's said in the newspapers really matter?

Wang Xiao smiled and said, "How will you know if you don't try?"

Old Huang had no other options, so he had to go to the reporters first to see if he could achieve his goal indirectly.

Manager Zhang was left sitting at the dining table, feeling extremely uncomfortable, as if he had teeth under his buttocks.

He regrets coming back now. He was just bored and had nothing better to do than sit with the boss. He's not exactly innocent himself.

Surprisingly, Boss Wang was quite amiable towards him and even offered some guidance: "Do you know why I told him to go to the media?"

Manager Zhang is a self-made businessman who has grown up in the wild. He has a natural aversion to anything high-end or sophisticated, so he can only blankly repeat what others say: "Because there are a lot of media here."

South Africa has a truly advanced information system. They have all kinds of television and newspapers, and you can receive television channels from all over the world. Moreover, they live in the information age, and many households have computers.

Wang Xiao chuckled, pulling his wandering thoughts back to reality: "The reason I asked him to contact the media was to spark a social discussion."

She couldn't stay in South Africa for long, nor did she have time for heuristic education, so she simply explained in detail, "Most of the rules and regulations currently in operation in South Africa were formulated by the white government of that time, so the way of thinking is completely different from that of black people and the Third World."

“Strictly speaking, beans can indeed be destroyed if the paperwork is incomplete. In many developed countries in Europe and America, this is a perfectly normal choice. There was nothing wrong with the regulations set up by the white government back then.”

"But the problem is that this doesn't fit the mindset of the Third World, especially the mindset of Black South Africans who have suffered severe apartheid persecution."

"They have experienced hunger, they know what it feels like to be hungry, and the memory of hunger is deeply etched into their minds."

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao nodded involuntarily.

That's definitely true.

Their families had long since escaped famine; while they might not have extravagant feasts, at least every household was well-fed.

But if any of the kids or young people in the family dare to waste food, well, you wait, they'll scold you to death!

Some elderly people even have an abnormal love for food, insisting on eating leftovers that have gone bad, which can lead to food poisoning, hospital bills of several hundred dollars, and complaints from younger generations. They are sure to repeat the same mistake next time!

The reason is that during famine years, a bowl of spoiled rice can save lives.

Wang Xiao glanced at the newspaper rack and said softly, "The current operating rules in South Africa are set by white people, but the power and voice are currently held by black people. To protect beans, we need to rely on the social attention generated by black sentiment."

Her gaze returned to Manager Zhang. "When doing things, first figure out who you're trying to win over, and then try to see things from their perspective. Be good at using the rules, rather than stubbornly sticking to them."

Why are you arguing with an outsider? This is their territory, and they're in the right. Why should they back down for you?

Old Zhang nodded frantically, but his mind was screaming: Boss, the more I try to see things from your perspective, the more confused I become. Are you planning to tear me apart or chop me into eight pieces?

At a dining table, he was filled with worry on one side, while Counselor Petrov on the other was already looking on with amazement.

That's right, he really doesn't speak Chinese and can't understand how Wang Xiao instructs his subordinates to do things.

But his secretary, who came with him, was fluent in five languages, including Chinese.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have specifically brought the person out.

With the secretary's help in translating, Counselor Petrov naturally understood the conversation between Wang Xiao and Manager Zhang.

Almost as soon as he understood, he mentally gave a thumbs up: No wonder he's a big boss!

Listen to the logic behind how others do things.

Wang Xiao didn't take such a trivial matter to heart.

When the waiter brought them fruit, she spoke directly to Petrov in Russian, making a request: "Sir, I need your help. I need to know the exact situation of the security companies in South Africa."

She didn't wait until that evening to make her request again, fearing that the Russian embassy would follow the Soviet-era style of doing things and drag its feet.

She needs to understand the situation as soon as possible so she can plan the next steps.

Petrov was still praising them when the latter turned to surprise: "A security company? You need to hire security guards? Oh, please rest assured, we can absolutely guarantee your safety."

Good heavens, if this president's advisor has to hire his own security guards when he gets to Cape Town, where will the Russian embassy put its face?

Wang Xiao chuckled and shook his head, explaining, "No, it's not that. I'm just wondering if there's still a market for a security company here, given how bad the security situation is in South Africa."

The street robbery she witnessed today completely shattered her worldview.

Any secluded street or alley, any place where night falls, even if a shooting occurs, nothing compares to this quiet robbery in broad daylight; it sent shivers down her spine.

When crime becomes the norm, it means the world has collapsed.

Counselor Petrov blurted out, "A security company? Aren't you planning to open gas stations in South Africa?"

Earlier at the gas station, he overheard her lamenting that Russian oil hadn't entered the South African market.

Wang Xiao shook his head again: "Doing business requires considering practical issues. It's not something that Russian oil can achieve in a day or two, or even a year or two. There's a lot of work to be done in between, and it can't be accomplished overnight."

“Security companies are different,” she explained. “Russia has a large number of professional security personnel, and it’s a good thing for everyone to enter overseas markets.”

Petrov hesitated for a moment, still unsure: "If a Russian security company comes, will anyone be willing to hire them? You know, people here don't speak Russian."

Wang Xiao said meaningfully, "Please trust the employees of our Russian security company. They are all very knowledgeable, and learning languages ​​is not difficult for them."

Petrov stroked his chin, acknowledging her explanation.

It is well known that in Russia, large-scale security companies employ a large number of special forces members and former KGB personnel.

The latter, in particular, are fluent in English, which is practically a basic skill for them.

"As for your question about whether they are willing to hire foreign security personnel."

Wang Xiao laughed again, "If it were me, I would be more willing. Because I'm afraid that the local security companies are colluding with the South African mafia. If I hire them, they'll just be easy prey delivered to my door."

Petrov finally nodded, thinking it was worth a try.

Those who can afford to hire security companies are all wealthy people, and when it comes to understanding the minds of the wealthy, they themselves certainly know best.

She really had no say in this matter.

After lunch, Petrov took Wang Xiao and the others for a walk around the city so that she could enjoy the beautiful scenery of Cape Town.

This African gem is truly captivating, and incredibly clean, with everything spotless and bright.

Lyuba couldn't help but exclaim, "I bet if a security company opened here, every single one of them would be eager to stay."

Only those who live in cold regions and have to endure long winters every year can understand just how alluring such brilliant sunshine is to them.

Counselor Petrov also said with a smile: "Russia's new elites always love to go to Europe. If you ask me, if you really want a vacation, South Africa is the most suitable place. The sunshine is so good."

He doesn't want to move here because South Africa never lacks sunshine all year round.

He added jokingly, "It doesn't matter if the security is a bit bad; I guess they're already used to the Mafia in Russia."

Well, at this point he stopped emphasizing that Russia's security is better than South Africa's.

Exactly, why laugh at someone who's only slightly better than you?

As the sun set, Petrov took them to the fish market.

Wang Xiao originally thought they were going to eat seafood, but when they arrived, they found that the so-called fish market didn't actually have any fish or shrimp.

Many years ago, Alfred Harbour, located in the Victoria Harbour in the northwest corner of Cape Town's city center, was indeed a fishing port.

But times have changed, the dock has long since been moved, and it has become a large market, with shops of all sizes lined up one after another, and crowds of people coming and going.

Since South Africa is known as the land of gold, and Cape Town is a famous city of gold and a major diamond producer, it's only natural that the shops are adorned with jewels.

Wang Xiao spent a long time browsing with great interest, and finally chose a necklace carved from purple wood unique to South Africa, along with a copper bell inlaid with a map of Africa.

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao stared at it for a long time, but they still couldn't empathize with their boss's American business acumen.

Putting everything else aside, isn't this necklace a bit too big? Is the boss really sure he wants to wear it? And what's the bell for?

Wang Xiao had already asked the shopkeeper to pack it up, and casually said, "I'll send it back to Ivan tomorrow."

Oh, the two bodyguards were instantly speechless.

Look how enviable the people are when their boss wants to treat them well.

Even if he goes abroad, he can't wait to go back. If he sees something he likes, he'll buy it for him and send it back immediately.

Lyuba glanced at the boss's spoils, but showed little interest. She was only amazed by the bustling harbor, exclaiming, "The nights here are brighter than anywhere else."

The sun had indeed set and night had fallen, but the thousands of colorful lights on the harbor shore and the golden glitter in the water made it seem as if the sunlight had not yet left.

Wang Xiao laughed out loud and immediately promised, "We'll come back again in winter."

Xiao Gao deliberately mischievously grinned at Manager Zhang, saying, "Aren't you happy? The boss said we'll come back even in winter."

Manager Zhang almost knelt down on the spot; he was so angry he wanted to jump into the sea.

He followed him all the way, his heart pounding, until he escorted him back to the grand hotel. Only then did Wang Xiao finally seem to remember him, casually tossing out a sentence: "I'll go to the trade city tomorrow. Have the finance department work overtime these next couple of days to get the accounts sorted out as soon as possible."

Manager Zhang was stunned, hardly believing his ears, and wondered if his boss was being sarcastic.

Wang Xiao laughed and said, "I know you're all busy with work and probably don't have time to organize the accounts. I came in a hurry, so it's normal that you didn't have time to prepare."

Manager Zhang really wanted to kneel down, hug his boss's leg, and wail in gratitude, thanking his boss for sparing his life.

But considering that his boss was a woman, he was afraid that if he did that he would get beaten up by the bodyguards, so he could only nod frantically: "Okay, okay, we will definitely get the ledgers sorted out as soon as possible."

Wang Xiao smiled, waved to him, and went upstairs.

The so-called human weakness is a strength; a person without ambition can never become a general who expands territory or open up new markets.

But having ambition also means that they have their own agenda.

Wang Xiao didn't mind his subordinates making money on their own. "If the water is too clear, there will be no fish." If they didn't get some benefits, how could you expect them to work wholeheartedly for you? What are you thinking!

Doing business in South Africa, with this level of security, people are literally risking their lives. What are they after?

Is the goal to liberate all of humanity?

As long as the profit isn't excessive and can be guaranteed, she can turn a blind eye.

Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao exchanged a glance and laughed.

Mr. Ivanov is doing a fantastic job as Deputy Prime Minister.

With Russia and the KGB exerting pressure, even if the boss comes to investigate the local gangsters' accounts, it's easy for them to do so.

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[Let me see] Good morning. Regarding the dietary habits of South Africans at that time, the reference is the article "Sitting in South Africa, Eating Around the World" in the May 2000 issue of "Forest and Man" magazine, by Zhang Tiankan.