Hahahahahaha

"..."

Two attendants behind the king, carrying a white robe and scepter, approached Kang De from both sides.

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The elders on both sides raised their arms and shouted Kang De's name.

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The cheers of the crowd outside the palace soared into the sky.

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The soft clicks of cameras and the shimmering lights came from all directions.

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Ah, chieftain, young chieftain, eagle of the Africa savanna, your sharp spear is coated with poison, and the wicked Europe howl under your merciless thrusts.

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My feelings are complicated.

Extremely complex.

Kang De glanced at the king, Comora gave him a genuine smile. This young king, who had studied in the West and had progressive ideas, could speak a lot of Chinese, but he didn't understand China internet culture or the new connotations of Africa chiefs on the Chinese internet.

I glanced at the ambassador behind me. The Chinese ambassador to Comora was clapping enthusiastically, his smile sincere and full of goodwill. The ambassador was old and didn't quite understand the world of young people. After all, he didn't have that much free time, nor did he realize that there was anything wrong with the title of chief.

Good things, all good things.

Finally, Kang De glanced at his father.

Kang Jinzhu tried to make his smile look more like the smug smile of someone who hopes their son will succeed.

But that long-suppressed slyness could not be suppressed no matter what.

The culprit has been found.

Kang--Jin--Zhu--

You schemed against me!

Needless to say, this outrageous proposal was most likely put forward by Papa Kang, and it received enthusiastic responses from all sides. This was because Kang De had discussed the idea of building a force in Comora with his father, and as an experienced Engineer Kang who had worked in Africa for more than ten years, Kang knew what his son needed most right now.

Chief.

Ancient names still exist in Africa today because Africa is the region with the slowest development of Civilization. It missed every revolution in human technological development. Africa countries transitioned from primitive tribal states to modern society overnight, and this was forcibly manipulated by external forces. Haste makes waste, and development without a step-by-step approach can only lead to distorted results... But this is exactly what the manipulators wanted.

This has led to the unique and chaotic social structures and national conditions that Africa countries now face.

There are two sets of systems. One is a modern administrative system, a management system composed of violent organs, judicial organs, and administrative organs, which is playing a diminished role. The other is a three-tiered system of chieftains below the local king. The locals, especially the rural population, trust and obey the latter more. Sometimes, the chieftain's words are even more effective than the governor's. That is the original system that the people are used to.

As times change and society evolves, just like the old aristocracy in Europe and the old money in United States, deeply rooted and long-standing vested interest groups are adapting to the changes of the times and seeking new positions for themselves. Chiefs are also constantly integrating into the modern national system in order to further consolidate their interests and status. They control the population, land, and wealth, and national governments have to cooperate with them, even recognize their various rights, and absorb them into the ruling class of the country.

Thus, the ancient title of chieftain has been revitalized in modern Africa.

With official recognition and popular support, the title of chief signifies privilege and approval, especially for foreigners, who can reap countless benefits from obtaining it.

For example, locals will respect you and will be less likely to lie, cheat, or cheat blatantly. Officials will also be more friendly to you and at least won't be too greedy or untrustworthy. Local laws will no longer apply to you, and the police will theoretically no longer have the power to enforce the law against you. You will even have legally recognized and protected fiefdoms and legitimate private armed guards—things that you wouldn't even dare to imagine in China.

In fact, there are precedents of China people receiving chieftain titles, both in recent years and in previous years. Some were middle-level managers of China civil engineering companies that provided aid to Africa, while others were businessmen who were among the first wave to go to Africa after the reform and opening up. They made great contributions to local development and were therefore awarded this honor.

This is a microcosm of the country's growing influence in Africa.

The youngest among them was only twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old when he was conferred the title.

Kang De also saw that news and laughed uncontrollably, saying that the title of "unlucky" was well-deserved, and after official confirmation, it seemed that gacha pulls would be impossible to play anymore.

Who would have thought that fortunes would turn around like this, and today it's my turn.

Damn it.

Well, how should I put it?

It's definitely a good thing.

But this title... it's so damn awkward!

Upon thinking of this, Kang De glanced sideways at his father, who was trying not to laugh. Only someone as modern as him would understand this kind of joke. Damn it, what a son of a bitch.

Seeing his gaze, Kang Jinzhu became even more emboldened. He put on a moved and gratified expression, pretending to wipe away tears, and said emotionally, "Kang De, why don't you kneel down and thank me?"

I'll kneel before you... damn it, it's my own father, no matter what I say, it doesn't feel right.

Kang Jinzhu's words reminded Chakat II. The king, who had been wondering why Kang De hadn't made a move, finally understood after hearing what the Jingzhu had said.

I see.

He had heard of China customs before.

They no longer kneel before monarchs.

Chakat II pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "According to ancient tradition, when a chieftain is granted a title, he must kneel before his king to show gratitude, loyalty, and commitment. You are China, Kang De, and I must respect your customs, but I must also follow our traditions, so..."

He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and said, "On behalf of the King of Comora, I express our gratitude, respect, and reverence to you. Is that alright?"

That's not the point!

But things have come to this; the king has already knelt. What more could be asked of him?

Kang De sighed and knelt before the king. Two attendants stepped forward, draped a white robe over him, straightened his clothes, and placed a laurel wreath on his shoulders. The king's scepter rested on his shoulder.

Upon seeing this, the elders and chiefs who were observing the ceremony also knelt on the ground.

The ambassador and several foreigners, including Kang Jinzhu, stepped aside. The camera worked faithfully, and the king uttered obscure whispers—language that was gradually disappearing, along with the ancient rituals, traditional clothing, and the dilapidated palace, all representing the process of preservation and loss under the impact of foreign Civilization.

"Kang De, the China, guardian eagle god, friend of Comora, warrior watched over by kings, I appoint you chieftain and accept you as one of us."

"Your glory and status will be second only to the king, enjoying the support of the people and the power of prestige."

"I bestow upon you fifty hectares of the richest land, planted with spices, cocoa, and coffee, allocated from the royal domains, to be passed down to your descendants along with your title."

"I grant you the power to form your own guard. You will have a private army of up to one hundred men as your protectors, warriors, and hounds, and the Comora government will be responsible for supporting them."

"However, all of this comes at a price. Power and responsibility often go hand in hand. This generous gift stems from Comora's gratitude. Although we are not wealthy, we are willing to do everything in our power to repay those who have contributed to Comora. We ask for nothing more than that you treat us as we treat you."

The king reclaimed the scepter, and an attendant knelt and raised his arms to receive the sacred scepter. Chakat II took another scepter from another attendant, held it with both hands, and presented it to Kang De.

"Please accept your scepter, accept your honor, power, and responsibility."

The surroundings were quiet. Although the ceremony was hasty, and because the palace was in ruins, the investiture ceremony had to be moved to the square in front of the palace. Although the scene could even be described as shabby, but...

Kang De and Chakat II locked eyes.

He looked at the scepter before him, reached out his hand, and grasped it.

Many years from now, you will know what today's decision means.

"I know, I know now."

The king smiled, then composed himself. He helped Kang De to his feet, raised his scepter high, looked around, and shouted to the elders and chieftains in attendance, "Nkuozu!"

Everyone raised their hands and shouted, "Nkuozu!"

Kang De asked, "What is that shouting about?"

"This is the title you were bestowed upon as chief. Every title originates from the deeds and achievements of the recipient, so I decided on this title for you. I originally intended to call you 'Guardian Eagle God,' but the love and respect the Comora People have for you is enough. What you need is not this, but awe."

Therefore, I bestow upon you the title of 'Nkuozu'.

Its meaning is...

He raised Kang De's hand high and proclaimed, "Warlord!"

These four words, shouted in Chinese, left the two China observers bewildered and confused, but the shouts had already reached outside the palace, and for a moment, the whole city was filled with enthusiastic cheers.

Let's take a picture together.

Surrounded by chiefs and elders, the royal photographer captured this precious photograph. In the photo, Kang De stands side by side with the King of Comora, dressed in a white robe. His fair complexion stands out among the group of tall, dark-skinned men. He holds a scepter, his robes swaying gently, and he stands tall with bright, star-like eyes.

United Kingdom journalist Alina was also taking pictures. She had been granted permission to film, mostly out of respect for Kang De. There was also a conspiracy by the Chinese Communist Party involved. China had finally managed to find a weakness in imperialism and was letting a United Kingdom journalist expose the dirty secrets of the American Empire and France. It was a case of white dogs biting each other, wasn't that wonderful?

She carefully took the photos, and once again thought of her partner Cole. This was supposed to be his job, but life is fragile, and everything changed overnight. She felt a pang of sadness and sorrow. Looking at Kang De, she thought of the day he saved her, and a flood of emotions overwhelmed her.

Looking at Kang De in front of her, and at Kang De on the screen, she wondered if it was just her imagination, but she felt that Kang De was different from others. Standing among these Africa, he stood out even more. His figure and expression, dressed in a long robe and holding a scepter, exuded an indescribable charm, a manifestation of strength and confidence.

A strange idea flashed through my mind.

He's different now.

"What an outstanding person!"

The ambassador stood to one side, not getting a chance to pose for a group photo with the Africa rulers. The next segment would focus on the long-standing friendship between China and the United States. He looked at Kang De, who was standing in the center of the room. As an ambassador, he had seen countless people and could tell who was putting on airs, who was bluffing, and who was just using someone else's power.

He whispered to Kang Jinzhu, "Congratulations, your son will achieve great things."

Kang Jinzhu gently shook his head.

As a father, he didn't want it to be such a great achievement.

Warlord...

In recent years, Africa rulers have bestowed titles upon several China chiefs, each title carrying profound meaning and origin, never without purpose. Kang Jinzhu glanced at the smiling ambassador, then at his son and the king standing in the room, and, considering the current delicate situation, he sighed silently.

Gambia is in deep trouble.

Here's another group photo showcasing the friendship between China and the United States. The King and Kang De arrived together in front of the palace to receive cheers from the crowd, followed by a parade and celebration. Although it was a special time and everything was kept simple, it still had to be held. Along the way, Kang De's smile became a little stiff, but he was still experienced.

The fervor on Goth's side was far greater than it is now.

The motorcade paraded, flanked by cheering crowds. The king took out his phone and gestured for Kang De to take a selfie. Kang De, with a completely fake smile, complied without hesitation. The background was the cheering crowd, the king's radiant smile and bright white teeth, and Kang De's awkward yet polite fake smile.

Along the way, Kang De saw many people carrying cameras, some were black, some were Asian, and some were white. Some reporters tried to approach, but were blocked by guards and the public. The ambassador had previously told him to refuse any interviews for the time being, and to wait until a unified statement was reached.

--Of course, we should talk to the Americans and the France.

Uh... I mean, if we reach an agreement, we'll lie together; if we don't, you'll regret it.

After a long and arduous journey, two hours later, they returned to the palace. Only then did the crowd disperse. Kang De breathed a sigh of relief and looked around. He saw his father behind him staring at his phone, grinning like a rooster.

"Hello!"

Kang De strode forward, intending to deepen the bond between father and son. Kang Jinzhu burst out laughing when he saw his son. Just then, Kang De's phone vibrated. After much effort, he added a bunch of people to his blacklist and changed some settings, finally getting his phone working properly. He took it out and saw a new WeChat message.

It was sent by Xiaoman.

Hahahahahahahaha!

It's just those few words.

A sense of foreboding crept into his heart. Meanwhile, the king, having closed the palace gates and completed the investiture ceremony, reverted to his true form. With the innate optimism and musical talent of a black man, he skipped and hopped towards Kang De, waving his phone. "Kang De! Jingzhu! I'm trending! I'm trending on Weibo!"

Kang De changed drastically.

--You beast! What did you do to me?!

He immediately opened Weibo, clicked on the trending topics, and saw that the number one trending topic had the word "explosive" on it.

Four brightly lit words.

"African Chief Kang De".

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PS1: Ugh, this normal guy is so bored being stuck at home...