Chapter 1833 (1/2)

Gold.

Silver.

In the system.

It can mortgage the issuance of Asian dollars, so as long as it is a high-quality silver mine, once found, it will fully mine, and other precious metals, unless necessary, will not be too much hoarded.

Below.

The estimated value of silver reserves is about 30 billion Asian dollars.

Not much.

But as long as there is enough mining value, it will not let go. What is enough? That's more than five billion yuan, less than that. Let's keep it underground. Don't bother.

”Go!”

Turn around.

Get in the car.

Follow the rough road, leave the valley and go south again.

。。。

Kemu town.

West Street.

”Bang!”

A gunshot attracted people's attention. Then, after a glance, they left slowly. After years of war, though the weapons here were not in flood, they were almost the same.

So.

The streets were ablaze.

Small things.

As long as no one is insane and sweeps around, he will not live long. If he is in a hurry, God knows where a pile of peanuts will emerge and end him.

Overall.

It's not to the point where people are in danger.

Now.

I'm used to it.

The streets.

A pickup drove by.

Copilot.

”I really don't want to come to this place.” Looking out of the window, Zhao Qiao was helpless. It takes courage to open a shop in Africa. If you are a little careless, you may have to go after your ancestors.

In Sudan.

There are many Chinese.

Tens of thousands.

They are mainly distributed in major cities. The Chinese who dare to rush and fight are also scattered in small and medium-sized towns as long as they can make money. Zhao Qiao's father is one of them. He opened a hardware store here.

And he.

I'm here to have a look. I'll leave in a week.

Main driver.

”Don't walk around, usually stay in the shop,” he said with a smile

”All right.”

Zhaoqiao doesn't matter.

Come here.

It's mainly to see his parents. After a year, however, it was only closed in the thirties and the first days of the lunar new year. Today, it opened. He and his father just went to a freight point to pick up the goods. The business is still good.

All year round.

There is also a hundred thousand yuan.

Otherwise.

How can I come here to do business in this chaotic place. As one of the least developed countries in the world, even food here can not be completely self-sufficient, let alone other countries. Fortunately, there is oil to support it.

Otherwise.

It must be poorer.

It was only in 2005 that the lengthy internal station ended. The whole territory was short of materials and infrastructure was destroyed. The reconstruction after the station made his father's small shop earn some money.

In a moment.

”Zizhi!”

The pickup stops at the door of the store.

Get out of the car.

Look at it.

A line of shops.

Most of them are driven by businessmen from other countries. Indians and Arabs, even in prosperous Europe, also have businessmen here. After all, even in developed countries, they are not afraid of danger.

Here it is.

They are all foreigners.

So.

The relationship is not bad. The time is long and the time is small. Zhao Qiao heard from his father that it was still in ruins a few years ago. Later, he and other people spent very little money and bought a lot of land.

Next.

Get up.

In a few years, it has become a big market. Their family bought nearly 300 square meters, divided into two parts. They opened a shop in front and lived in the back, avoiding the danger of going out early or at night.

Looting.

It's common here.

Moving goods.

Loading.

It took an hour to finish.

”Boom!”

Heaven.

There were thunders.

”It's going to rain.” Zhao Qiao looks up.

Thunderstorm.

The day before yesterday, today again.

”It seems that there won't be any business today. Close down.” Father looked at the sky and said, so large clouds, we have to go down to dark, simply close early.