Chapter 335 Diamond City
In February 1949, in the waters of Madagascar in southern Africa, the Minerva was sneaking underwater at a speed of 20 knots.
In the rather quiet cabin, a clear system sound came to He Chi's ears.
"Obtain the French lost art "Daffodil". Use this item to increase your influence on the French government and exchange it for 3 million US dollars. (If you donate it for free, your influence will be doubled)"
"Acquired the strategic talent Hermann Oberth, and the speed of rocket science and technology research has increased."
"Djibouti local influence +3, contact station +1, control in North Africa: light."
"Mission: The Relic of War is partially completed. The total points will be increased by 5. When the points reach 50, the task settlement will begin."
He Chi nodded. Entering the dungeon this time should be the most procrastinating time in his past. Half a year later, he started to make some progress.
Looking at the changing task report in his right eye, he felt that the system was increasingly guiding him.
He casually took down the oil painting seized from Djibouti and looked up and down alone.
Van Gogh's works are still out of print, but it is still difficult for him to connect with the figure of 3 million US dollars.
Of course, this number is nothing compared to what he is going to get next.
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The Port of Cape Town, South Africa's largest port and second city, was the most important shipping transit station in Africa before the opening of the Suez Canal.
This city is one of the earliest white gathering areas in Africa. It has been ruled and colonized by the Dutch, British, German, French and other European countries for three hundred years.
Although the city has beautiful scenery and rich culture, what fascinates ladies the most is that it is also the largest diamond exporter in Africa.
In a cabin by the sea, Margaret looked at her face in the mirror and exclaimed, "Oh my God! Is this still me?"
Then the second princess questioned, "Why do I have to put on makeup to go out, but Gemma doesn't."
He Chi put down the cosmetic oil in his hand and explained patiently, "There is no way, this is a Commonwealth territory, and the managers here generally have aristocratic status. Maybe I have seen you at a ball, and maybe even danced with you."
Then the Oriental added, "Besides, we are going to deal with the government and banks this time, and I don't want your pretty face to get us into trouble."
It was a casual remark at first, but just saying "pretty face" made Margaret feel better.
Her eyebrows arched up when she smiled, and she said slightly excitedly, "Yeah! I'll listen to you!"
When there were only two people left in the room, Jima pulled Hechi's sleeve and said, "Boss, why do you have to let Margaret go this time? Her character can easily get into trouble."
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He spread his hands and said, "There is no way. This is South Africa, and racial discrimination is very serious. If you want to buy land here, you need someone with a certain status and aristocratic temperament. Christine is guarding the submarine, and the only person who meets the conditions is Ma Gretel.”
"Buy land? Didn't you say we are only here for a few days? What is the use of buying land?" Jima was confused at this time.
"You may not believe it," He Chi smiled mysteriously, "Diamonds can be grown on the land here."
ha? ! Facts have proved that He Chi's worries are very necessary. When they entered the city, the soldiers on guard stopped the three of them on the grounds that He Chi was a person of color.
"Madam, according to the current law, your entourage needs to go through another channel." The soldier blocking the road pointed at He Chi who was holding the luggage.
"Why is this?! I have never heard of such a law! Get out of the way, we are still in a hurry!" Margaret, who was wearing a dress, had a frosty look on her face, and her usual arrogant aura was at full strength, making people look at each other. He looks like a high-ranking figure who is used to bossing around.
The other party was so powerful that the soldier was unsure of the identity of the person in front of him, so he lowered his voice, "Madam, please understand that this is a decree passed by the Prime Minister. People of different skin colors need to..."
"Prime Minister? Who is the Prime Minister of such a small place?!" Margaret interrupted the other party without caring. "I have seen many presidents and governors, and no one has dared to restrict my servants with rules and regulations."
The people watching the excitement were whispering, and at this time He Chi came up just right.
"Sir, I am the translator hired temporarily by this lady. We are coming from the UK and have a big deal to do. Please do me a favor." After saying this, he took out a pound from his wallet and gave it to the other party.
The wallet was half open, and not only the soldiers, but also the people on the side could see the thick wad of banknotes inside.
The soldier was still hesitating at this time, but the team leader on the side pulled him and put on another face: "Since they are guests from afar, we can't interfere too much. Please do it, but please be careful inside." Your entourage ”
"You don't need to worry about this." Margaret raised her chin slightly, nodded arrogantly, snorted and walked over, followed closely by two people dressed as an entourage and a translator.
The soldier on the side scratched his head and said, "Boss, why don't you drive that Asian out?"
The white officer gave the soldier a look, "Idiot! Didn't you see? The buttons on that woman's clothes are made of agate stone. One button can equal your monthly salary. Her accent is that of a North London aristocrat, which makes her identity obvious." It’s not ordinary, why should we cause trouble for ourselves?”
Watching the other party's leaving figure, the officer was thoughtful. There was one sentence he had not yet said: "The servant's wallet is full of large amounts of pounds. I don't even look down on the Prime Minister, so what is the identity of this woman?" ”
A large estate owner from England? Countess? Or someone with a higher status?
At the Monte Nelson Hotel in the city, Margaret booked the most expensive suite amidst everyone's astonished gazes. When she casually handed the waiter a fifty-pound tip, everyone focused their attention. On this mysterious rich woman.
In the room, Margaret was lying on the soft velvet bed, asking excitedly, "Hey, how did I behave just now?"
"Perfect, there is no better acting than this. In probably less than a day, people will know that a super rich woman has arrived in Cape Town."
"What are we doing next?" Gemma asked from the side.
"Perhaps there is no need to do anything. Margaret behaves like a fat sheep who has little experience in the world but has a lot of money. Someone will probably come to her door soon."
Sure enough, before a few people could go out, the manager of a local bank in Cape Town came to the door excitedly.
Guys who smell money can't help but want to kill the fat sheep.
(End of chapter)