I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

Unexpectedly, the fat policeman Anthony did not continue to talk to the restaurant owner, but said to the representative of Chansrail: "Show me your documents."

The certificate has been changed to a file, which means a big difference.

The Chansrail representative took out a business trip letter from his bag and handed it to the fat policeman.

The fat policeman squeezed the letter with his bloated fingers, looked at it pretendingly, and said, "It turns out to be a railway company. Why are there so many foreigners?"

"Police officer, ask the Minister of Transportation about this." Chansrail's representative said bluntly.

The restaurant owner had already put the fish in the kitchen and asked the chef to start cooking. He came out at this time and just heard this sentence and smiled: "The rally players are all foreigners. Who should I ask about this?"

The restaurant roared with laughter and the atmosphere was very lively.

"Go ask the president!"

"Anthony, you'd better check those drivers, they are all crazy foreigners!"

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The fat policeman, Anthony, with a sullen face, returned the letter to the representative of Chansrail, saying: "According to the content of the letter, you can only move along the railway."

The restaurant owner sneered: "It's ironic! Those who help us build railways and do practical things, you look so strict; to those who come to us to drive around, you respect and let yourself be free. What's the truth!"

Anthony seized the opportunity to fight back and said, "Let's talk about it when you become president. Maybe you can cancel the rally and drive your restaurant to the most central part of Dhaka by the way."

"Leave you, police officer!" said the restaurant owner, not wanting the fat policeman to stay in his restaurant, "Those people are going to cross the railway soon and are not going to wait? If something goes wrong, you can't wear this again. I'm subdued."

The hungry Bill sat on the very side, watching the restaurant owner and the fat policeman clashing, and couldn't help but say: "Hey! How far is the railway crossing point from here?"

The restaurant owner smiled coldly at the fat policeman and smiled at the guests, saying: "It's about a kilometer ahead of here. According to the plan, I will cross in an hour."

"Great! I'm going to see it. Francois, let's go together!"

The restaurant owner kindly reminded Bill: "Sir, watching the game is not included in the business trip work letter, right? Officer Anthony won't allow you to watch it."

The fat policeman, who was already about to leave, stopped, and neither did he leave, nor did he stay behind.

Bill ignored the restaurant owner’s "reminder" and said to the fat policeman, "Police officer, let me go with you..."

François sat next to Bill and gave Bill a light kick under the table.

Bill woke up with a smile on his face, and said to Chen Ling, "Mr. Chen..."

Chen Ling naturally wouldn't embarrass Bill for such trivial matters, and said, "Go, and come back after watching the game. We'll be on our way at dawn tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Mr. Chen!"

With permission, Bill jumped out of his seat and said to the fat policeman, "Sergeant Anthony, right? Let's go by car."

"I don't have a car..." The fat policeman was a little embarrassed. The police station in the town has only one police car, which is under maintenance all the year round.

In order to watch the game, Bill said openly: "I have a car, off-road, just to watch the game. You take the co-pilot and lead the way!"

François was careful that Bill was overplaying, came out from the restaurant, and told Bill: "As long as Mr. Chen is here, we are in working condition. Mr. Chen allows you to watch the car, you must remember, just watch the car, the end Just come back."

Bill said solemnly: "Of course, I don't want to lose half of my bonus."

Several people came out of the restaurant, they were from CR and Chansrail. When they saw Bill taking the lead to watch the car, they also took the opportunity to ask their leaders for leave, and went to watch the excitement when they were hungry.

"Mr Chen is not interested in racing?" He Chaoxu asked Chen Ling in the restaurant.

Chen Ling shook his head and said, "I don't want to eat ashes."

He Chaoxu asked, "Mr. Chen, how do you arrange the evening?"

"I didn't arrange. The engineers are tired, and they have to sort out the data collected during the day at night. Mr. He, you don't care about me, it's the business to take good care of them."

He Chaoxu smiled and said: "Don't worry, they all have rich experience, and this job is easy to do. They go to the hotel after dinner and work overtime first, and I will arrange supper for them later."

Chen Ling smiled and said, "Then they have worked hard. Bin, arrange the security personnel. Two people must be on duty at night."

François nodded and said yes, and said, "I went to see the hotel where I stayed today. The security measures are pretty good."

At this time, the national dishes were finally ready, and the restaurant owner personally served them plate by plate. The stewed fish dishes look like a domestic one-pot, with fish, vegetables and potatoes in it.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I wish you a good appetite!" said the restaurant owner.

Chen Ling smiled and said, "You must have a good appetite!"

The restaurant owner had already noticed that although the foreigner was young, he was the leader of the team. Seeing Chen Ling talking to himself, he quickly said: "This gentleman is really humorous. Are you a Chinese?"

"Yes, are there any Chinese in your town?"

The restaurant owner shook his head and smiled: "No. For the first time in my restaurant there are so many Chinese people."

"Boss, I think you are facing the policeman just now..."

"He, his name is Anthony, not in our town, but a foreigner. Don't worry, this town belongs to our Mrs. Volo."

Chen Ling asked curiously: "What does Mrs. Volo mean?"

When talking about this topic, the restaurant owner showed his face and said: "Mrs. Volo is a nation. Senegal originally belonged to Mrs. Volo. It was our land. Later, those Pall and Cheriers came to grab Our land. We are still the largest nation in Senegal."

"Our town is full of Mrs. Volo, and they belong to the descendants of the first class of Mrs. Volo, with noble blood!" The restaurant owner is obviously proud of his origin.

Chen Ling said a few nice words, and then asked: "The Dakar Rally is world-famous, but it seems you don't like Mrs. Volo. Why is that?"

"Of course we don't like it!" The restaurant owner's expression was very rich, and his triumphant expression instantly switched to indignant. "This rally has the name of Dakar, which is good for Dakar. Every time there is a demand for hotels in Dakar, the supply exceeds demand. . But it’s not good for people in other parts of Senegal. For example, what can we get here? Just see the car speeding by, leaving a bottom of dust, what can there be..."

After listening to the restaurant owner’s explanation, Chen Ling probably understood why he did not like rallying.

The Dakar Rally has never needed to invest in a track for the race. It is indeed of little benefit to the villages and small towns that the car passes through. It can only be said to be a nuisance to the people.

Chen Ling asked, "Then what do you think will you do to like this rally?"

"They have to do something. We all know that those who participate in this competition are rich people, rich companies, they come to us, to other countries along the way, they must leave something. They pay such an expensive registration fee , We can't see a penny! But we have contributed the land!"

"You want money?"

The restaurant owner shook his head and said: "We don't need money, we want them to do something, just like you are building a railway, they can build a well or repair a bridge."

He Chaoxu was eating and listening, and then interjected: "This kind of thing needs to be negotiated between the government and the organizer."

"Government?" The restaurant owner seemed to have a great deal of opinion with the government, saying: "We have already put forward our opinions. The councillors elected by Mrs. Volo have made many requests, but the government has never taken it seriously. These government civil servants. , Don’t do things for us, we do it ourselves!"

"Oh? What are you Mrs. Volo going to do?"

The restaurant owner said: "I can't tell you, this is our secret."

After speaking, the restaurant owner saw Chen Ling's disapproval look, as if to prove that there was a secret, he mysteriously said: "Our Lady Volo has a royal family!"

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