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Li Bai had already played the natural trump card of "girlfriend." Who could have guessed that this Black girl wouldn't care in the slightest?
As long as she could cling to the thick leg of some tall, rich, handsome man or wealthy tycoon, being a third wife, fourth wife, or even the hundredth wife wasn't unacceptable. After all, in Somalia, this poor land torn apart by war, producing a university graduate was like a golden phoenix flying out of a rat's nest—blindingly astonishing.
"I'm a master's graduate from Cambridge University in Britain, specializing in economics."
Black girl had her own Killer Move.
She hadn't been able to attend university because her family was wealthy, nor because the entire tribe had supported her. Instead, she had received charitable donations from a British couple since childhood.
With an opportunity before them, everyone was equal. It only depended on whether they could seize it. Fortunately, Black girl hadn't disappointed the British couple. She had studied hard, overcome one obstacle after another, and been admitted to Cambridge University in Britain. Now, she had become a master's graduate in economics.
However, in a place like the Fraobi Tribe, where could a master's graduate in economics put her skills to use? Even if the entire tribe sold everything they owned, they couldn't scrape together a hundred dollars. In other words, they couldn't even afford an AK. They were dirt-poor.
Moreover, because of Somalia's habitual contempt for women, it was practically impossible for Black girl to find a job where she could apply what she had learned. Here, they only wanted warriors, brokers, destruction, and death...
If she stayed in the tribe, her only fate was to become someone's wife, then work, raise children, work some more, and raise more children... Day after day, all that