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

Bill felt like he had a dream.

In his dream, he went to a rally with a fat policeman.

Among the audiences from all over the world, he witnessed the pulling up of long earth dragons, the rally cars roaring by, the speeding motorcycles, and the imposing trucks.

One after another, there seems to be no end. The sound of the engine kept echoing in Bill's mind, and he felt that he had also entered the car, bumping up and down with the car.

He wanted to get out of the car and called the driver to stop, but he couldn't make a sound; he wanted to pat the driver's shoulder, but he felt his arm was tied up, and he couldn't raise it.

Someone spoke in his ear: "Follow, go forward."

He couldn't help walking forward, walking and walking, seeing cows, sheep, and a big tree.

When he saw a big tree, he shook his head.

Are you still in a dream?

"Bill!" someone was calling him.

"Mr. Chen?!" Bill felt his head see through from under the water, and finally stopped feeling bored. "Mr. Chen, is that you?"

"Bill, it's me. Don't move, listen and watch." said the voice.

"Has François come too?"

The voice only answered "coming" and stopped.

Bill felt that he could regain his freedom in his limbs, and he seemed to have regained his voice. It was just a feeling, he still couldn't move or talk.

However, Bill settled down and sat quietly waiting in place.

After a while, he heard someone speaking French.

He felt familiar, and after thinking for a while, the restaurant owner's face appeared in his mind.

"This is a fat police associate!" he said to himself in his heart.

Next, he heard speeches that were hard to hear in the presidential election in United States.

"This is the boss of the fat policeman!" He said to himself again in his heart.

The speaker was eloquent, making Bill feel impatient. As soon as his voice fell, he couldn't help but say: "How did you make a confession a speech?"

The words had been spoken, and Bill covered his mouth.

Made a mistake again! Mr. Chen explained not to move, just watch and listen quietly.

"Bill, don't interrupt him, but he continues." Sure enough, Mr. Chen's voice rang again.

Bill felt the sound coming from all directions, unable to discern the direction.

The yak monster has entered a state where he is not disturbed by external forces, and he seems to have not heard any of Bill's strange words.

The yak monster continued: "I want to announce one thing now. Originally, all the drivers and spectators had to give a hand to Linger in exchange for the great power of Linger. But now I have changed my mind."

"They don’t know how many residents along the Dakar Rally were harmed after the Dakar Rally, so we can’t let them sacrifice. But since their wheels are on our land, they must do something for us. ."

The restaurant owner seemed impatient with the empty words of the yak monster, and said: "Priest, hurry up and say the point!"

"I propose that all the drivers, spectators, and our brothers and sisters of Wolof, all of them jointly sign a petition. The content of the petition is that the organizer of the Dakar Rally will charge the entry fee. The departments that generate revenue such as, advertising fees, etc. must give back 15% of the revenue to the people affected along the race. If the organizer disagrees, everyone will boycott the Dakar Rally!"

The restaurant owner asked: "How to give back?"

"This money is used to repair bridges, build schools, dig wells, set up health clinics, etc., which will help improve local living conditions." The yak monster said, "Do you agree?"

In the open space where the yak monster was performing one-man shows, I remembered the unanimous voice: "Agree!"

The restaurant owner applauded and laughed: "Okay! We will draw up the petition right away, and everyone will sign or press their fingerprints on the spot!"

The yak monster said: "This is a petition and a letter of undertaking. Anyone who signs or presses his fingerprints must not violate the content."

The answer to him was another sound of agreement.

None of these people saw it. There was a tall figure spinning on the edge of the clearing, holding a camera in his hand, and filming the entire process.

The yak monster continued: "As the representative and priest of the royal family of Madame Volo, I propose a second proposal. The Chinese from the East are working hard to build a railway from Dakar to Bamako, which is between Senegal and China. A concrete action of great friendship. I propose that the Republic of Senegal sever diplomatic relations with that island and establish diplomatic relations with China! Only China can truly represent the dragon of the East!"

"Agree!" With the sound of shaking the mountain, it seems that the tall baobab trees have been shaken, and vellus hair is sprinkled from the sky.

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He Chaoxu was restless in the Bambei Hotel.

After Chen Ling led the people, he was not idle, and immediately contacted Dakar in accordance with Chen Ling's instructions and asked for support.

The most important information is the GPS information of the vehicle. He asked the employees of CR company to go directly to the rental car company to stare at the GPS location signal and notify him immediately if there is a change.

However, after Chen Ling left Gurbele, soon the phone could no longer be connected.

He Chaoxu was very worried.

An accident happened to Bill and the others, and the car was abducted to that kind of remote place. Could Chen Ling, François and others also have an accident?

The information from Dakar told He Chaoxu that Chen Ling's car stopped a few kilometers away from Bill's car and never moved.

He Chaoxu almost collapsed, shooting the front desk of the Bambe Hotel with a loud noise.

If something happens to Chen Lingzhen, CR Company’s eight achievements in the railway project will not be completed. This is not only a loss for CR Company, but also a major loss for China’s railway industry. How can he not be able to bear this responsibility!

However, before the supporting team arrived, he could only guard the hotel.

Chen Ling and François took a man and a gun, and that François was also the person in charge of Chen Ling's security company, an expert. They couldn't cope with it. He Chaoxu took a few people over, and it didn't help.

After He Chaoxu finished filming the front desk, he began to call the support team one after another.

However, he knows that in the eyes of some people, it is not a problem for the sky to fall; in many countries, even if the president personally orders it, the efficiency is very low. This is especially true in so-called democracies in Africa.

The first to arrive was CR's own support team.

The lads are great, but they are all scholars who can write and count. To save people is like a sheep's mouth.

He Chaoxu arranged for them to guard the Bambe Hotel and sent an interpreter to the police station to inquire about the news.

After He Chaoxu's countless phone calls, the Bambe Hotel finally came to a team of military police.

Their resident is in Bambe, and they have just received an order from their superiors to come and guard the railway survey team of Chansrail.

The military police came on foot.

Their only two cars, one broke down, and the other was taken by the captain to escort the Dakar Rally. It is said that they have broken down halfway and the captain will not be able to return for a while.

He Chaoxu thanked the military police for coming and explained what happened.

The deputy leader of the military police shook his head and said, "We can't attack."

He Chaoxu didn't expect them to attack on foot, and asked: "Does Dakar still have support?"

The deputy captain did not answer yet, and a voice came from outside the door: "We don't need support anymore!"

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