Although Li Moyang didn't mean to discriminate against workers in entertainment venues at all, he still had an inappropriate thought when he heard Song Yiming say this, "I said, then you haven't been there for several years, why don't you just go there suddenly?" Well, maybe they are busy with business and don’t have time to meet you... Why don’t you call them and tell them after you get off the plane?"

Song Yiming grinned and waved his hand, "No, no, this time, we are going to patronize her business. There is no need to call in advance, otherwise you are afraid that she won't open the door."

With a lot of doubts, Li Moyang followed Song Yiming off the plane. Since Kenya was a U.S. dollar circulation area, they went to the bank after getting off the plane and exchanged tens of thousands of dollars in cash. Then the two of them bought two more movies together. For the mobile phone, I changed it to a local mobile phone card.

After finishing these things, Song Yiming called a taxi on the roadside. The two of them got into the back seat. The car started slowly. Li Moyang asked Song Yiming in a low voice, "Hmm, where should we go next?" Song Yiming took out the mobile phone he just bought, dialed a number, put the phone on his face, and replied to Li Moyang: "Go directly to my friend's place."

Li Moyang was a little confused, "Didn't you say you didn't need to call her?" Ming continued without looking back, "Who told you that I called him... This is whether we can save you this time. The most important person in the little beauty is, if you can get him, half of the matter will be solved..."

Li Moyang, a former agent, now sits next to Song Yiming and has completely become a country bumpkin. From the moment he was on the plane to now, Li Moyang's doubts have been rising in a straight line and have never diminished.

The call was connected, and Song Yiming began to speak enthusiastically into the phone: "Da, Alakitru, dula dula~~Hasa absorb oh, Kulu da..."

No need to ask, this must be the local dialect of Kenya... Li Moyang's head was pounding when he heard it. Song Yiming chatted for a while, and then he spoke Chinese again: "Hello, hello, hello, I'm Super Song Yiming, the manager of the Mechanic Tuned Car Club... Oh, that's great. You still remember me. I'm so honored, Mr. Jiang... That's it. I'm on vacation in Kenya. We haven't seen each other for a long time. I'd like to ask you to do some health care. How about it? No problem, no problem. Don't worry. You are the most involved in our club's activities in China. Don't you believe me... Okay, then I will pick you up at home later. What is the address? Okay Yes, I've written it down, um, see you later..."

After hanging up the phone, Song Yiming turned to look at Li Moyang who looked confused, and said with a smile, "Okay, now we have half of him taken care of..."

Li Moyang rolled his eyes at him and said angrily: "What do you mean, it's half done. You've been babbling for a long time, but I didn't even understand what you were talking about... I finally understood it. Now you are talking to me again." We chatted with a big person for a long time, but I still only understand the sound but not the meaning..."

"Okay, okay, let me explain it to you," Song Yiming patted Li Moyang on the back with a playful smile.

"The person I was talking to on the phone just now was a senior member of my club. He was a businessman from Huizhou who was worth hundreds of millions 12 years ago. He liked playing with cars. He came to my club every holiday and we became acquainted with him later. , I don’t charge him membership fees, and he has already been introduced to me by his friends...

However, last year he was assigned to the Africa branch as the chief communications editor by the company, and we basically had no contact with him since then. I found out his office phone number before we set off, and I just invited him out to my friend's place... …"

Before Song Yiming could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Li Moyang extending a hand, "Wait a minute, wait a minute...Chief Communications Editor, which company does he belong to..."

Song Yiming twitched his eyebrows, mysteriously leaned into Li Moyang's ear, and said three words: "Xin, Hua, She,"

Next, Song Yiming told Li Moyang, who was scared to death, that this guy was getting along like a duck in water in this politically turbulent area where everyone was mixed up (if you just said he was not a good guy, it would be over==), almost all the battlefield reports we saw in the country They were all specially appointed by him. With him, basically all domestic media reporters could enter the core area of ​​the military turmoil for interviews.

Of course, the risks encountered have not been reduced. If a missile accidentally hits the head, the editor-in-chief cannot be blamed.

"Then according to what you say, we only need to persuade the editor-in-chief to come forward, and we can get those militants to release them,"

Li Moyang asked excitedly, but Song Yiming once again poured cold water on him.

"This is really not possible. Let's not talk about whether people are willing to come forward and communicate with the militants. After all, the militants are different from the underworld. The underworld at most only robs women, kills, and sets fires. Those armed elements are like death squads. They only want the political power of this country, and they don't care how big a role you are. Maybe he will be detained as a large hostage as soon as he goes there. The militants must be eager to have a heavyweight hostage in their hands... …

Not to mention this, even if he can negotiate and the negotiation is successful, you think it is enough to ask him for a health care. If he risks his life to help you, how can we afford to repay this debt of gratitude? How much can you get? Only money can make people willing to do this kind of thing for you,"

Li Moyang was left speechless again. He leaned back a little frustrated and closed his eyes. Seeing that he had completely lost his confidence, Song Yiming changed the topic and said, "But, let's please Please please him and ask him to tell us where the militants' base is, and then we can think of ways to save people..."

Li Moyang immediately opened his eyes, sat up straight, and regained his confidence and asked: "Hey, isn't the headquarters of those militants in the Asamir area? I have seen reports on TV..."

Song Yiming knocked Li Moyang on the head and said angrily and funnyly, "It would be best for them to set up the headquarters downstairs of your house, and then set up a government affairs disclosure column at the gate to disclose to the outside world how many more they kidnapped today. How many senior officers did the hostages kill and how many weapons and ammunition did they buy...

I really don’t know what to say to you. Their nature is almost the same as that of terrorists. You expect them to honestly disclose their exact location to the outside world. It’s a good idea..."

Li Moyang made a gesture of zipping up his mouth and stopped asking questions.
Chapter completed!