"This wasn't the city center of Mogadishu, just a remote suburb. You could even call it the countryside. A hundred yuan was enough to cover a person's basic needs, so thirty thousand Somali shillings wasn't a small sum."
What Li Bai didn't say was that women in the area often had no income at all. For this young waitress, the offer was an enormous stroke of luck. She'd even have been willing to accept whatever shady strings might come attached.
A job meant an income that wasn't low by local standards. Income led to spending, which in turn set off a chain of economic activity. One shilling could create far more than one shilling's worth of value.
No wonder the native tribes had been crying and begging to cling to Li Bai's coattails. When the tribal Wizards saw the Black Wizards dare to get cocky and provoke him, their eyes nearly turned red. Without a moment's hesitation, they'd decided they'd rather die than back down, and slaughtered the Black Wizards until the ground ran red, wiping them all out.
People died for money, and birds died for food. That was life!
"Fine!~" Luan Zhengwei sighed. "I never imagined Somalia was this poor."
It wasn't merely that he hadn't imagined it. The poverty exceeded anything he could have pictured.
In China, three hundred yuan a month would only buy you steamed buns and keep you from starving.
"A thousand it is, then!"
As Zhao Aiguo said this, his mood was completely different from what it had been just moments earlier.
"Let's keep going!"
Li Bai led Zhao Aiguo and Luan Zhengwei on a tour of every post.
They went from the main hall to the bar, then the Finance Office, kitchen, storeroom, distillery, and all the other areas. At each stop,