I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 21: Drinking tea is to stop talking

Return to China?!
Hearing what Smith said, Cheng Mu was shocked.

Friends who often buy and sell arms know that this kind of business requires relationships.

Cheng Mu liked Smith's opinion of Nig, because the other party rarely dealt with Nig and sold fewer weapons to them.

If Smith left, what if the new commissioner started selling weapons everywhere?
Besides, Smith also said that the forces around him have begun to learn to buy weapons.

Cheng Mu felt that he had been gaining too much momentum recently and Ethiopia was about to be overturned.

To be honest, Cheng Mu was somewhat concerned about the forces around him going to Smith to buy arms, but not much.

In the current war in Black Africa, it is people who play a decisive role.

But he must minimize the risks he takes.

Cheng Mu took a puff of his cigar and said solemnly into the phone, "Is this matter already settled?"

He noticed that Smith had just mentioned that he might be transferred.

"Not yet, but the higher-ups will issue an official document in a few days."

"So do you want to be transferred back to your country?"

"Fuck! What are you talking about!" Smith was a little excited. "Of course I don't want to go back to my country! If I go back, it's like I'm retired!"

"Let me think of a solution. Maybe you don't have to go back to China. I'll come find you later and we can talk in person."

After the call was hung up, Wang Wen, who had listened to the entire process, immediately said, "Smith can't leave. We don't know what the new guy's personality is like, and we don't know if he will still sell us weapons."

Cheng Mu turned to look at Wang Wen, whose face was solemn, and asked, "What can you do?"

Wang Wen pondered for a moment before speaking: "There is a way, but I don't know if he has enough crops."

The two looked at each other and said no more.

Cheng Mu and Smith met in a hidden restaurant hundreds of kilometers away from the base.

When Cheng Mu and Wang Wen arrived, Smith was already in the box with a red face from drinking.

Seeing the two men, Smith stood up to greet them, his face showing undisguised anger and frustration.

Cheng Mu expressed his understanding of this.

He was assigned to a lucrative position not long ago, and just as he tasted a little bit of sweetness, he was transferred away before he could even get comfortable in the seat. Who can bear this?

Cheng Mu gave the sad man a strong hug, then patted his shoulder and said in a steady voice:
"Tell me what's going on first, and then we can work out a solution together."

Why does this scene feel like a godfather scolding his useless godson?
After listening to Smith's bitter description, Cheng Mu and Wang Wen also became depressed.

Smith has reached his current position by working hard and going through many hardships, as well as having Anglo-Saxon ancestry.

As a result, he received news from his superiors that his replacement was a young man who had just graduated from military school because he was the son of a congressman.

What can a kid like this who hasn't even fully grown his hair understand?
Chunchun is just here to improve his resume.

If this happened to someone else, Smith would just laugh and curse the damn system.

But when it was his turn, Smith, who had struggled for decades, was directly defeated.

After saying this, Smith slumped over the table in frustration, as if something in his heart was crushed.

Cheng Mu grabbed Smith by the collar and said angrily, "Listen! Now is not the time to cry. We are working together so happily, and I don't want you to leave here!"

At this moment, Smith, who was about to collapse, was shocked by Cheng Mu's vicious momentum. He stuttered and said, "Then what should we do?"

Cheng Mu took a deep breath and softened his tone, "Since he is here to gild himself, if some people died in this place, would he still choose this place?"

"You know, people die every day in Ethiopia, and Americans are no exception."

"You, you are going to attack my military camp?!" Smith understood what Cheng Mu meant and was instantly shocked. Cheng Mu loosened his collar, helped him straighten the wrinkles on his clothes, then sat back and lit a cigar.

When the smoke dispersed in the room, he spoke slowly and calmly, "Of course you can choose to go back, but what can you do with the little money you made? Is it enough to arrange everything for your children and grandchildren?"

"When you see the sons of those congressmen driving Ferraris and living in luxury houses, will you regret not being braver today?"

“Besides, have you ever thought that when you return home, the government and the oligarchs will squeeze the last coin out of your pocket?”

“Remember, if you’re not at the table, you’re on the menu.”

Cheng Mu paused after saying this, and Wang Wen picked up the exquisite wine glasses on the table at the right time, poured three cups of tea and placed them in front of each person.

Looking at the three cups on the table, Cheng Mu continued, "If you drink this cup of tea, you may still be the highest commander stationed in Arken State. If you don't drink it, we will pretend that what happened tonight never happened and part ways in peace."

After saying this, Cheng Mu stopped talking and the room fell into deathly silence.

Pain and confusion were reflected on Smith's face. Under the influence of alcohol, his flushed face looked like a monster.

"But."

Smith was about to speak when Cheng Mu interrupted him by waving his hand and making a gesture of invitation.

"Drinking tea is to stop talking."

The room fell silent again.

But what Cheng Mu had just said kept echoing in Smith's ears.

After a ferocious look flashed across his face, Smith grabbed the cup in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

Cheng Mu and Wang Wen also poured the tea in the cups in front of them into their throats.

The three of them looked at each other, and there was a tacit understanding in their eyes.

Cheng Mu took the opportunity to check Smith's loyalty.

Just now, his loyalty to him was just at the level of admiration, but now, Cheng Mu can regard him as his own.

After accomplishing this, Cheng Mu believed that his loyalty would increase again.

When it comes to maintaining a relationship, nothing beats a huge bundle of benefits.

If that is not enough, then add something that can be used to kill the other party.

"Tomorrow night, sleep away from the barracks, and I will do this beautifully." Cheng Mu patted Smith's shoulder and left the room.

The next day, night.

Due to the lack of industrial pollution, the moonlight in Arken is relatively bright.

A disguised team carrying rocket launchers sneaked into the vicinity of the US military camp.

As for the guards of the military camp?
The life of debauchery had long since broken the soldiers' will, which was not strong to begin with.

Ethiopia is their paradise.

A piece of chocolate can make a woman take off her clothes for you, and it’s the kind that she brings out from the warehouse, so you don’t have to buy it with your own money.

What if you want something exciting, like using force?
Those dozens of meters of swords can deal with the so-called local police station or leaders.

Not to mention the rampant use of alcohol and illegal drugs.

With a chirp.

Several flashes of fire pierced the darkness as rockets were fired at the military camp that Smith had specifically designated.

There are many people who like to seek excitement here.

(End of this chapter)