After Chen Ze and his group arrived in the capital, a bespectacled man walked towards him.
"Mr. Chen."
Before others arrived, their voices preceded their arrival.
Chen Ze looked closely and saw that the person was a man wearing glasses. His face was calm and his eyes were sharp, giving people a sense of composure and competence.
Chen Ze was puzzled and asked, "Did the old man send you?"
It turned out that before coming to Beijing, Chen Ze had made a special call to the old man to ask if he had any connections to help him buy some weapons. The old man told Chen Ze on the phone that someone would naturally deliver them to him once he arrived in Beijing.
The bespectacled man glanced around before answering softly, "That's right, Mr. Chen. The old man asked me to bring you something." With that, he leisurely pulled a gold business card from his pocket and handed it to Chen Ze.
Chen Ze reached out and took the business card. Upon closer inspection, he saw that the card clearly bore the three large characters "Zhang Lifeng." Below the card was a string of numbers that resembled neither a Chinese mobile phone number nor a bank card number. Chen Ze guessed that it was a phone number from Africa.
Chen Ze carefully put the business card into his pocket, then looked up at the bespectacled man and asked, "Is there anything else the old man wants to say?"
The bespectacled man shook his head slightly and said calmly, "The old man didn't give any other instructions, he just told you to be careful over there."
Chen Ze nodded, indicating that he understood.
Just then, a tall flight attendant walked gracefully over. She had a slender figure, a beautiful face, and a professional smile.
She walked up to Chen Ze and asked softly, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Chen?"
"Yes, is there something you need?" Chen Ze heard the voice behind him, slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the flight attendant, and asked expressionlessly.
A flight attendant greeted him with a smile and said politely, "Hello, Mr. Chen, the captain asked me to come and tell you that your charter flight is ready and can take off at any time." Her voice was clear and pleasant, making it very comfortable to listen to.
Chen Ze nodded slightly to indicate that he understood, and then said to the bespectacled man standing to the side, "Okay, I understand. Thank you for making this trip. Please give my regards to the old man when you get back." His tone was flat, without the slightest hint of emotion.
The bespectacled man smiled and quickly replied, "Yes, Mr. Chen, I will certainly pass it on." After saying that, he bowed slightly to Chen Ze, then turned and left, his steps light and swift.
Chen Ze watched the bespectacled man's retreating figure, lost in thought. Then, he led a group of people, following the flight attendant, towards the chartered plane.
Once on board, everyone was awestruck by the luxuriousness of the cabin. The spacious and comfortable seats, exquisite decorations, and various advanced facilities all highlighted the high-end and luxurious nature of this chartered plane.
He was very satisfied; it seemed that spending a lot of money to charter the plane was well worth it.
The plane took off quickly and flew smoothly through the clouds. Chen Ze sat in his seat, toying with a business card in his hand, on which was printed an unfamiliar name and contact information.
His conversation with the old man kept replaying in his mind. The old man had only told him to find this person if he needed to buy weapons, but he had not revealed the person's specific identity or background.
Chen Ze stared at the business card in his hand, pondering to himself, "Is this person a gangster or a weapons broker?" The more he thought about it, the more suspicious things seemed, but since the old man had given such instructions, there must be a reason.
Chen Ze's gaze inadvertently fell on his secretary, Shen Xiyu, who was sitting next to him, and he slowly asked, "Secretary Shen, do you speak French?"
Shen Xiyu gently shook her head and explained to the shopkeeper with a helpless expression:
“Boss, I only speak English and I’m not very good at other languages. However, before I came here, I specifically looked up the situation in Cameroon and found that 70 percent of the people in the country speak French, while only 30 percent speak English.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Ze couldn't help but sigh, "Oh dear... what are we going to do? If we can't communicate, it will probably cause a lot of trouble for our trip."
After a moment's thought, he continued, "If all else fails, we'll have to hire a translator temporarily."
After speaking, Chen Ze paused slightly, his brows furrowed as if he were pondering something. After a while, as if suddenly remembering something, he continued, "Let's rest first, after all, it's still a long time before we reach Paris."
Upon hearing Chen Ze's words, Shen Xiyu nodded slightly in agreement. She softly responded with an "Mm," then quickly took out an eye mask from her bag and skillfully put it on.
The eye mask was very effective at blocking out light, plunging Chen Xiyu into darkness instantly.
She adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable, then slowly closed her eyes, ready to get some rest.
Seeing Chen Xiyu's actions, Chen Ze also took out an eye mask from his bag and put it on. The soft material of the eye mask made him feel very comfortable, as if the whole world was isolated from him.
Chen Ze adjusted his body position to allow himself to fully relax, and then slowly lay down. Soon, his breathing became steady and rhythmic, indicating he had fallen asleep.
Time slipped by unnoticed, and the plane flew smoothly through the clouds.
After an unknown amount of time, a clear and pleasant voice suddenly rang in Chen Ze's ears: "Mr. Chen, the plane has arrived at Paris Airport. Please prepare to disembark."
The voice was soft and gentle, like a fragrant breeze entering his nostrils. The flight attendant called him three times before Chen Ze slowly woke up.
He rubbed his eyes, still a little sleepy, stretched, and then slowly sat up.
After getting off the plane, Chen Ze and Shen Xiyu did not delay at all and rushed to the charter flight to Cameroon.
Shortly after the plane took off, a tall, blonde, blue-eyed French woman walked over with a smile and served Chen Ze a delicious meal.
"Honorable guest, please enjoy your meal."
After thanking him, Chen Ze looked at the simple meal, which included steak, cheese, mashed potatoes, and several other side dishes in the bowl.
He got up, went to the bathroom to wash up briefly, and then began to eat, because he was indeed hungry after sleeping for more than twenty hours.
Chen Ze ate while looking at basic information about the Republic of Cameroon.
The first document states that the current president of this country is Paul Bia, who has led the People's Democratic Union Party of Mellon to power for many years.
The second document states that the Minister of Mines and Industry is Emmanuel Bond.
The third source is John Ndi, the opposition leader of the Cameroon Social Democratic Party. He has long criticized Paul Bia's government for corruption, unfair elections, and suspected fraud, but unfortunately, he did not have any substantial evidence, and the matter was eventually dropped.
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