World's No. 1 Resort

Chapter 176

"Mr. Alang, this is the illegal account of Parilla. The Parilla Group was wiped out by the South African military joint at [-]:[-] in the morning." Half a year after the global conference ended, in a low-rise bungalow in Mozambique, South Africa, an indigenous boy spoke cautiously.

The display of the bungalow is simple, except for the steel wire bed and simple wooden table, the rest is a concrete open space.At this time, a Chinese man in his twenties was lying on the wire bed, and beside him was a big yellow dog with a smooth coat.

The native boy stood opposite the man, and behind him were five European and American men with fleshy tendons.

The boy's name is Biller.

Parilla is a well-known water pirate of the Somali generation. He is fierce and decisive and has a good relationship with the surrounding governments. He is a well-known local snake in the Somali Red Sea generation.Parilla is the uncrowned king of the water, and Biller couldn't figure it out. How could such a murderous leader fall from his horse and be arrested?

The outside world has been discussing Parilla's arrest. Some people say that he has offended the European Union forces, and some say that it is the local government.Everyone had different opinions, but Biller knew that it was not them who offended Parilla, but the Huaxia man in front of him.

The Huaxia man is 1.9 meters tall, has a small scar on his right cheek, has three-dimensional facial features, and is full of hormonal temperament as a whole.This is the third time Biller has seen a man, whom others call him Mr. Alang.

A weird name.

At this moment when Biller finished speaking, the whole bungalow became tense.

"Did Naerza command the arrest?" In the silence, the man asked.

"Yes. Narza will be there in person." Biller answered quickly.

Narza is the supreme commander of the South African military coalition.

"Understood, this is your reward." A Lang nodded, took out a wad of dollars from the bedside and threw it over.

According to Biller's visual estimation, it should be about five thousand dollars.

"Mr. Alang... Thank you!" Biller wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he still took it.He is a small character, so he just needs to do his job well.

Alang waved his hand.

Biller and the European and American big men left, and half a minute later, A Lang and the big yellow dog were left alone in the room.

"Wow——" A Lang flipped through the ledger, and Rhubarb groaned.

"The Parilla matter is settled. Now it's time to wrap up..." A Lang casually rolled his hands twice.After three years of development, he has been officially promoted to senior captain.With the improvement of his ability, Alang's ambition is getting bigger and bigger.

Somalia has been in war all year round. The world's best captains, ships, and crews gather here, and it also has the most dangerous sailing environment.80% of Solari's black market is controlled by Parrilla, who has been in business for decades and has many minions.

Alang has ambition and wrist.The moment he came to Somalia, he was attracted by the sea.Not having your own sailing market is failing you as a world-class skipper.

In this way, Alang and Parilla fought for a year, and finally took out Parilla's lair with the joint assistance of the South African military.Among them, the help of Phil company is indispensable.Now that Parilla has fallen, with the help of Phil, the Datang fleet led by Alang becomes the uncrowned king of Somalia.

Now Datang is a world-class holiday scenic spot.A Lang is lucky for the robbery.I'm not interested in poisonous things.But just to be on the safe side, he still changed the name of the Datang Fleet to 'tl'.

tl means Datang, the meaning of Alang.

Parilla fell, and after a month of planning, Alang gained control of the Somali underground.There are many difficulties in this, but after Alang's iron and blood, the entire Somali market has been reshuffled.

Alang is not a peace lover, but after reshuffling, the entire Somalia sailing environment is in order.After knowing the whole story, governments in Europe, America and the world turned a blind eye to Alang's actions.

With Alang's reshuffle, the entire navigation environment is much more peaceful, which promotes world trade.In this way, countries not only did not oppose A Lang's actions, but also silently supported many of them.

Alang's position in Somalia is extremely stable.Through word of mouth, 'tl' became synonymous with mystery.

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"It's almost Chinese New Year. Go back to Datang or go around again?" Three days later, on the renamed Datang No. [-], Alang played with a tablet, and then spoke to Dahuang.

Now that the market in Somalia is stable, Alang has no pursuit for the time being, and has become a little more relaxed.

Now in late January, there is still half a month before the Chinese New Year.

A Lang communicated with Tang Huai.Now Datang [Virtual Space] project is under construction, Datang is preparing to open in the New Year, and then hold some interactive activities such as lion dances.

Now Datang has more than 100 million daily tourists, and it is already a world-class resort.

Rhubarb showed a tangled face.One person and one dog went back to Datang last month. Datang has beautiful scenery and delicious fruits, but he still likes the thrilling and adventurous life.

Sad.

Rhubarb has a wild soul under his simple and honest appearance.

"Oh—" After struggling, Da Huang pointed to the tablet.

A Lang was switching the world region just now, and the graphic on the tablet is a small Chinese city named Fengcheng.

"Go here for a while, and go home at the end of the year?" A Lang understood what Rhubarb meant.

"Aww—" Da Huang nodded.

Alang made an 'ok' gesture.

He had no destination, since Rhubarb wanted to go, he went.

In this way, A Lang changed into a set of ordinary casual clothes, packed his luggage briefly, and headed to the airport with Da Huang.

Compared with Somalia's famous 'tl' leader, the image of Alang going to China is much lower-key.

A Lang looks 25 years old, tall, dusty, and outdated in clothes, a bit like a migrant worker entering the city in a movie...

Alang didn't care.

Compared with the image of Captain Desai who is high-profile, proficient in everything, and detailed in everything, A Lang prefers this kind of behind-the-scenes sense of low-key observation.

A Lang and Da Huang walked out of the airport, looked around, and took a taxi to leave.

Fengcheng is located in the central and western part of China, surrounded by mountains and has more than 500 million permanent residents. It is a small inland city with a slow pace of life and beautiful scenery.

A Lang and Da Huang walked around Fengcheng, and then came to a small hotel called Orange Hotel.Orange Hotel costs 79 per night per person, which is cheap and pets are allowed.

"Take a bath, what's for dinner? Duck legs, roasted pork liver, braised pig's trotters?" A Lang asked Rhubarb while washing.Rhubarb has a good appetite and can eat anything.

"Aww—" When A Lang mentioned the braised pig's trotters, Rhubarb groaned visibly.

Alang understands.

Outside the hotel is a food street.Food is also a major feature of Fengcheng.

A Lang went outside to buy three catties of braised pig's trotters. After eating and drinking enough rhubarb, he fell asleep happily.Alang watched local TV for a while, at ten o'clock in the evening, he was a little bored.

A Lang looked at the time, and after thinking about it, he took the room card and walked out.

The moon is cool.

Half an hour later, Alang drove to a music bar named mg. mg is the largest local music bar in Fengcheng. Compared with the deserted outside, mg is lively like another world.

A Lang opened a Santai.

The dj beat the music on the stage, and the tourists danced enthusiastically in the audience.A Lang checked with his own eyes, and there are about 500 people in the entire mg.This is a city that never sleeps.

A Lang looked at it for a while, with a disappointed look on his face.The atmosphere was not as lively as South Africa, the stage was not as refined as New York, and as for the drinks... well, fake.

This year, Alang has visited many bars around the world. Alang likes to drink and has extremely high requirements for wine culture.After taking a look at the outer packaging of the red wine, A Lang returned and chose two glasses of draft beer again.The draft beer brewed with this kind of wheat is the most refreshing.

The dynamic music was hitting strongly, and Alang was very contented with his drink.

"President Qin, this is the bidding contract of Taicheng Infrastructure..."

While Alang was drinking leisurely, a man in his thirties was leisurely lighting a cigarette on the leather booth of mg, and next to him was a man in a suit with glasses who was fawning enthusiastically.

The man's name is Qin Fang, the helm of Qin's real estate.The elite figures of the era who often appear in Fengcheng Finance and Economics Magazine.

Qin's real estate mainly started with real estate business, such as supermarkets, and chain restaurants are also involved.Qin's Real Estate is the No.1 major taxpayer in Fengcheng, not only in Fengcheng, but also famous all over the world.

Half a minute later, the man with glasses finished speaking seriously.It took him a lot of effort to curry favor with the big Buddha of Qin's real estate. If Qin chose to cooperate, the grease between his nails would be enough for them to eat for a lifetime.

"Break time, don't talk about work." The man was looking forward to Qin Fang's answer, but what he brought was neither salty nor bland.

"Yes, Mr. Qin, do you want red wine? I'll open two more bottles?" The man with glasses immediately changed the subject.

Qin Fang nodded indifferently.

The man with glasses walked away.

"Boss Qin, Mr. Bai can't come over there anymore." The man with glasses left, and an assistant stepped forward to ask.The name of Mr. Bai in the assistant's mouth is Baicheng, the owner of the mg bar.

Qin Fang is 32 years old, strict personality, single.Qin Fang has no idea about getting married, but there are still needs to be resolved.Qin Fang is obsessed with cleanliness, and he had a little lover before.The little lover was well-behaved like a little rabbit when he was first raised, but after a long time, all kinds of comparisons became more careful.

The two met in the villa last week, and the little lover tried to turn the relationship from underground to underground.Qin Fang was unhappy, and gave the little lover a breakup fee, and the two broke up.

Qin released the ban.It's been half a month, and the ban is very angry.

It's just that his requirements for the other half are too high, and it will be difficult to find them in a while.Qin Fang and Baicheng are friends. Today Baicheng contacted him and said to introduce him to a good little fresh meat.Qin Fang agreed, but he didn't expect the partners to follow him chatteringly. Not only that, Baicheng even let him go!

"...Who is that person?"

Qin Fang pinches his cigarette and prepares to go back to take a bath to put out the fire.But when he saw Xia Fang Santai, his expression froze for a moment.

A young man in a gray coat sat on the stage six.The young man is well-proportioned and tall. It may be the first time he has come to the bar. At this time, he is holding the wine glass with some embarrassment.

The young man looks ordinary, but his facial features are three-dimensional, and there is a small scab on his cheek, which looks very simple.This is a state that has not been rendered by social rules.

"Go and ask." Qin Fang thought carefully.Sometimes if you are used to eating porridge and side dishes, you can also eat some steamed buns.

The assistant understands.

"Hi sir, the guests in the booth appreciate you very much. I wonder if you are interested tonight?" At one o'clock in the morning, A Lang was about to take a taxi back, when a man in a suit and leather shoes came.

The man handed over a piece of silver.line card.While speaking, he pointed in Qin Fang's direction.

Aaron looked up.

Qin Fang raised his glass to Mr. A Lang.

Deafening electronic sounds are striking.A Lang looked at the man, then at Yin.Xingka, this is... I have been photographed?

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A Lang: Am I going to be robbed by force? ╭(╯^╰)╮crying~