"My friend, please let me know if you come to Europe!"
The old earl and the Xia Yu family waved.
"Yes, and I hope you can come to China."
Holding a box of cigars in his hand, Lao Xia also said goodbye to this new friend whom he had only known for a few days.
This is the old count's parting gift, a Cohiba Siglo VI. One stick is worth forty or fifty US dollars, equivalent to a whole carton of cigarettes in China, and it's still mid-range.
I have to say that he is a nobleman. In order to introduce his hobby to others, he gave away cigars worth thousands of dollars. Lao Xia had to refuse several times before he had to accept it.
"Okay, everyone's gone. Where should we go next?"
Lin Shuqin asked.
She and Lao Xia were very satisfied with the nine-day journey and did not feel the hardship of the journey. However, Xia Yu had said before that he would go back at the end of the month, and now there are still several days left.
"Go to Ghana (gold), I'm going to buy two gold mines."
Xia Yu spoke frankly without hiding anything.
The couple looked at each other in surprise.
"You don't have a fever, do you? You haven't mined enough online yet, and you still want to buy more mines in Africa?"
Bitcoin in 2017 was comparable to a gold mine, but mining online and offline is different, not to mention in Africa.
"Mom, Bitcoin is hot money. Trading in China is banned now. It's best not to tell anyone about this. So I thought I'd put the money on Dad and say he earned it."
Xia Yu explained that the reason was not very sufficient. The current ban on transactions did not mean that it was illegal before. There was no need to go through so much trouble, but parents always had unconditional trust in their children.
I shared my idea with my parents, and after a few discussions they quickly agreed.
What Xia Yu said sounded quite intimidating, but what he actually had to do was just to buy two abandoned mines in the name of Old Xia, without taking any risks.
After leaving the train station and taking a taxi to the airport, the family of three boarded a plane to Ghana.
Ghana is located in Central Africa, separated from Namibia by several countries, but it only takes more than two hours by plane.
After the plane landed, the driver who had been arranged in advance picked up Xia Yu and his family. Since the official language of the country is English, Xia Yu did not hire an interpreter.
"After all these years, this place is still the same. It hasn't changed at all."
Looking at the scenery outside the car window, Lao Xia sighed.
"If we're lucky, we might even see that."
"See which one?"
Seeing that his father spoke so mysteriously, Xia Yu asked curiously.
"Look, that's it!"
Old Xia rolled down the car window and pointed outside.
Xia Yu turned his head and saw people gathered in a corner of the street, surrounded by a group of black guys wearing black suits and moving in unison, and what seemed to be carrying a coffin on their shoulders?
That’s right, a coffin.
These people are all professional funeral teams from Ghana. However, compared with the wailing and screaming in China, the funerals here are obviously cheerful. If an uninformed foreigner accidentally rushes in, they might think it is a grand party!
"Interesting, let's get off the bus and take a look!"
Xia Yu became interested, asked the driver to pull over, picked up the camera, and walked over there with his parents.
The closer he got, the louder the music became. The cheerful rhythm made Xia Yu want to take out his suona and play a tune. It was a pity that he didn't bring his suona with him this time when he went abroad, otherwise it would have been very interesting.
Many people in the crowd took out their mobile phones to record the video. Xia Yu also turned on the camera and pointed the lens at the seven people carrying the coffin in the center position.
They were seen wearing sunglasses, carrying the coffin, and swaying their bodies expressionlessly to the cheerful beat. This almost extreme professionalism made the joyous funeral retain its original solemnity.
"Swish~~"
The leader wearing a bowler hat raised the scepter in his hand, and the six people carrying the coffin behind him changed their movements instantly. They tossed the coffin twice, put it back on their shoulders and started crawling.
The pure white gloves crawled forward step by step. The concentration and piety moved Xia Yu so much that he almost laughed out loud.
I really don't mean to be offensive, but it's just too damn funny.
Only Hei Ge is talented enough to send death off with laughter. No one, whether yellow or white, can do this.
Just seeing this, Xia Yu felt that the trip was worthwhile. He recorded the entire funeral process with a camera. He would edit it carefully when he got back, and after uploading the vlog, he would let everyone see this special culture.
"Dad, you saw this back then!"
Back in the car, Xia Yu asked Lao Xia, among the three of them who got off the car just now, his expression was the calmest.
"No, it was very popular in Ghana back then, but after so many years, it seems to have become more professional and has more variety."
Old Xia recalled seriously that he had attended many such funerals.
"Then why didn't you tell me at home?"
Lin Shuqin said that Old Xia had never told her this.
"You know, this is the kind that's hard to describe. You have to see it with your own eyes to feel it, so I just thought about it and didn't say it."
After hearing what Old Xia said, the mother and daughter thought about it and realized that it was indeed true. No matter how they described it, it was not as shocking as what they had just seen with their own eyes.
"Look, that's the building we built back then."
Old Xia suddenly pointed outside the window again. There was an office building with more than ten floors, which was very modern.
Such office buildings may be inconspicuous in China, but in Ghana, they can only be seen in the wealthy capital and a few large cities.
Due to their backward technology, they were unable to build such large buildings and could only exchange gold and various minerals for foreign aid.
When Lao Xia saw the place where he used to work, he was filled with emotion and talked a lot about the past with his wife and son.
This is the effort a father makes for his family. Xia Yu has always kept it in mind, so he is more filial than ordinary people. No matter what good things happen in Shanghai, he will think about his family.
Now as his assets continue to grow, Xia Yu plans to train Old Xia to become the richest man. This will not only allow his father to help share some of the pressure, but also allow him to see some scenery that he has never seen before.
Passing through the richest and most prosperous streets of the richest city, the car drove towards the rich mining area in the countryside.
Ghana's gold mines are divided into several large mining areas from west to east. Xia Yu and his team first went to a small mining area with proven reserves of about 1 million ounces.
It converts to 31 tons, not to mention the numerous mountains inside, which makes it even smaller after being fragmented.
But this is exactly what Xia Yu needs. Large-scale mineral veins with tens of millions of ounces can only be taken over by large mining companies. He should set up his business first and then talk about other things!
Before dark, the car arrived at a hotel run by a Chinese in the mining area. Xia Yu planned to stay there today and start the inspection tomorrow.
PS: You can go to Bilibili to watch the black coffin dance, which originated in Ghana, which is also a coincidence!
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