Infinite Scenery

Zhang Yang glanced at the police officers peeking out from a distance and waved.

Several local police officers rushed over, looking as if they were about to receive a lecture.

A moment later, the group understood and busied themselves dragging the corpses away and cleaning the ground. In no time, everything vanished as if nothing had happened.

Wang Furong and the others watched as Zhang Yang ordered the local military and police around as if they were his servants, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, their hearts racing.

Just who is this Brother Zhang?

This isn't something that can be achieved simply by having connections...

It's absolutely... absolutely shocking.

A moment later, Wang Furong, along with Zhou Tong Zhou Keying, stood before Zhang Yang, expressing their deepest gratitude.

Zhou Tong, in particular, treated Zhang Yang as if he were facing his own parents.

"Mr. Zhang, please do come to our hotel so we can express our gratitude," Zhou Tong pleaded repeatedly. "If it weren't for you, I would definitely be dead here today... I heard this man say with my own ears that he planned to kill me after getting the money."

"When we're traveling, we're all family, no need to be so polite," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Maybe next time."

"Yes, please." Zhou Keying suddenly and subconsciously tugged at Zhang Yang's arm, her eyes pleading, "Please, have a seat. Let us do our part, otherwise we'll feel really bad."

Zhang Yang glanced casually at the curvaceous and charming young woman and nodded.

So be it.

In this foreign land, going for a visit is like supporting a fellow countryman.

A moment later, the group returned to the hotel. The military vehicle stopped, and once again, all eyes turned to them.

"Mr. Zhang, this way please, this way please." Zhou Tong bowed and got out of the car to point the way.

Zhang Yang nodded, then turned and gave a few instructions to his elite colonel.

"Brother..." Zhou Tong asked instinctively.

"He has his own things to do, he'll come pick me up later," Zhang Yang said casually.

Zhou Tong was secretly astonished.

This... Mr. Zhang actually mistook a colonel for his driver?

This was Zhang Yang's first time entering this hotel.

From the outside, it appears to be a building entirely made of glass curtain walls. Stepping inside, the interior is also decorated in a magnificent and opulent style, exuding grandeur and magnificence.

The security checkpoints at the entrance are fully equipped.

"This way, Mr. Zhang, please have some tea here first." Zhou Tong led the way and invited Zhang Yang to the tea bar.

Zhang Yang glanced at the antique-style tea bar.

Hmm? That's quite interesting.

Inside the tea bar, there were young Black girls dressed in Chinese clothing making tea, their movements quite skillful and practiced.

It's clear that the brother and sister really put a lot of thought into this hotel.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm a bit rough around the edges. My sister personally taught me all the tea ceremony skills," Zhou Tong said with a forced smile, then looked at Zhou Keying. "Well... Keying, you, as the teacher... why don't you go and let Mr. Zhang guide you?"

The little Black girl obediently moved aside.

Zhou Keying sat down in the tea bar, a gentle smile on her face. With her slender fingers, she picked up the teapot and demonstrated her tea ceremony to everyone.

Zhang Yang sipped his tea and chatted idly with Zhou Tong and Wang Furong.

After all, they were fellow countrymen from China, so there was a sense of kinship. In addition, with Zhou Keying, a young married woman, personally demonstrating the tea ceremony, it was quite pleasant to taste her skills.

"Salito Province has been plagued by constant armed conflict lately; it's so chaotic," Zhou Tong said, his voice tinged with lingering fear. "Making a living in Africa is indeed extremely difficult. We Chinese can only stick together for warmth, and sometimes we can only rely on ourselves."

"Conflicts? There shouldn't be any more in the future." Zhang Yang smiled as he sipped his tea. "But if you're asking how peaceful this place is, the security is definitely not comparable to that in China. If you encounter any problems in the future, just contact me."

Zhou Tong was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly gave his younger sister a wink.

Zhou Keying understood, raised her teacup to Zhang Yang, and said softly, "Keying and my brother thank you for your care, Mr. Zhang."

Later that evening, Zhou Tong earnestly invited Zhang Yang to stay for dinner, and Wang Furong naturally stayed to keep him company as well.

The hotel's dishes were all prepared by chefs from China who had come to Africa to work, and the taste was surprisingly authentic. In addition, Zhou Tong brought out his long-treasured fine wine to specially entertain Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang has been in Africa for several months now, so he's naturally eating very well—and by "very well," I simply mean the quality of the food.

After all, the Africa continent is home to more than just delicacies; they can even get their hands on lions and elephants.

But in terms of taste and authenticity, it had been a long time since he had tasted the flavors of home. The flavors of home here weren't limited to Jiangzhe cuisine, Shandong cuisine, Cantonese cuisine, or any other regional cuisine. Any taste from home could satisfy his appetite at this moment.

At the dinner table, several people took turns toasting, their words filled with flattery and obsequiousness.

At this moment, in their eyes, Zhang Yang was not only a fellow townsman, but also a person with great influence in the local area, and handsome and dashing. Under the halo of these qualities, Zhang Yang's charm was simply off the charts, making him seem like a perfect person from another world.

Zhou Keying sat next to Zhang Yang, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at him, her eyes becoming even more alluring.

Zhou Tong observed this and kept it in mind. After downing a glass of wine, he tentatively suggested, "Mr. Zhang, why don't you stay here tonight instead of going home? What do you think?"

"Tonight?" Zhang Yang checked the time. "That works too."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Tong immediately smiled with relief.

After dinner, Zhou Tong and his sister showed Zhang Yang around the hotel.

This hotel may be small, but it has everything you need. In such a barren place, it's quite a game-changer. Both its concept and decor are positioned as high-end.

As for the rooms, they range from one hundred US dollars a night to several hundred US dollars a night.

The target customers were naturally not the local lower-class Gango people.

"Mr. Zhang, this is the room prepared for you. It's a bit shabby, isn't it?" Zhou Tong said somewhat apologetically as he led Zhang Yang to the best room in the hotel.

The room was large and the furnishings were new.

The large bathtub, the large bed, and the projection TV were all made in China.

Aside from being a bit small, this room would be considered a premium five-star hotel room in China, but here it's even more of a steal.

Gango is not without wealthy people.

On the contrary, a considerable amount of wealth has been concentrated in the hands of a few people.

There are certainly many people who can afford to spend money here.

"Mr. Zhang, please get some rest. We won't disturb you any longer."

After touring the room, Zhou Tong and his sister Zhou Keying said their goodbyes, leaving Zhang Yang alone in the room.

Zhang Yang glanced around casually, walked to the window, and drew back the curtains.

Through the window, one can see all the low, dilapidated buildings outside the tall hotel building.

Inside and outside the window, the lines are clearly drawn.

Zhang Yang drew the curtains again and looked at the room's decor. For a moment, he thought he had checked into a hotel in China.

Later, night fell completely.

Zhang Yang took a bath, wrapped himself in a towel, and came out. He casually connected with his businesses remotely, giving orders and such, when he heard a knock on the door.

The door opened, and a figure outside wore a silk nightgown, which couldn't conceal her curvaceous figure.

"Mr. Zhang," Zhou Keying asked softly, her cheeks flushed, "May I come in?"

Zhang Yang smiled and let her into the room.

Then, the door closed, and the room became quiet, with only the sound of breathing remaining.

Zhang Yang raised his hand and touched Zhou Keying's fair and beautiful face, then her delicate shoulders, and finally casually loosened her shoulder strap.

The shoulder strap slipped down, and suddenly everything in front of my eyes was a blur of white.

To be honest, after seeing so much dark, shiny skin in Africa, this skin tone is dazzlingly white at first glance, and incredibly alluring.

In this long night in a foreign land, everything is natural and needs no further questioning or explanation.

The two embraced without saying a word, then walked towards the bed.

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The next morning, at the crack of dawn.

As soon as Zhang Yang opened his eyes, he noticed that Zhou Keying seemed to have quietly sat down again and turned on the automatic mode.

He ignored her, simply resting his head on his arms, enjoying himself.

I don't know how much time passed, but I heard quiet footsteps, followed by the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Finally, there was the sound of the door closing.

When the sun was high in the sky, Zhang Yang got out of bed feeling refreshed.

Zhou Tong had been waiting downstairs for a while, and happily ran up to check on him.

"Mr. Zhang, how did you sleep last night?"

"It's nice, quite comfortable." Zhang Yang glanced at Zhou Keying next to Zhou Tong.

The young woman's fair and delicate face resembled a blooming flower, and in the early morning, she looked even more radiant.

"Then you must come often in the future," Zhou Keying said shyly in a low voice.

Zhou Tong had originally planned to have a proper Chinese breakfast prepared for breakfast, but Zhang Yang felt it was unnecessary to go through all that trouble and that a simple buffet breakfast would suffice.

The self-service breakfast restaurant was quite busy.

Some were white, some were clearly compatriots from China, and occasionally there were well-dressed Black men with their arms around Black women, living a comfortable upper-class life in the area.

Zhou Keying, wearing high heels and carrying a tray, followed Zhang Yang.

"You guys really cater to your customers' tastes here, you have everything?" Zhang Yang looked at the black man cooking noodles in the stall with surprise.

"Most of the domestic guests who come to this area stay here, so we definitely have to consider everyone's tastes," Zhou Keying said with a smile. "What would you like to eat?"

A moment later, the plate contained bread and yogurt, as well as noodles, steamed buns, and tea eggs.

Zhou Keying sat down next to Zhang Yang and carefully peeled the tea egg for him.

Zhang Yang didn't stand on ceremony; he ate while watching the local TV news broadcast on the television in front of him.

The news content mostly focuses on local current events.

The first news item is that all armed groups in Salito Province have been wiped out by government forces.

Secondly, there was the news that Zabol, a high-ranking official in Salito Province, announced his formal candidacy for the next presidential election.

Inside the restaurant, many Black people were clapping and gesturing wildly as they watched, their eyes filled with an undisguised fervent admiration.

Black people express their emotions in a simple and direct way.

At this time, General Zabol, who had wiped out the anti-government armed forces in the province in one fell swoop, was undoubtedly a combination of hero and savior in their hearts. To put it bluntly, he was deeply loved by the local people.

Zhang Yang watched with a smile as he saw Zabol's burly figure on TV, dressed in a military uniform, delivering a passionate speech on a public television program, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Mr. Zhang, I've heard that General Zabol wields immense power in the province and has a strong base of support among the people," Zhou Keying casually remarked. "Do you think he has a good chance of becoming president?"

"Whether he gets the position or not, it all comes down to who has the bigger fist," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "But regardless of whether he gets the position or not, Salito Province is his own territory, and ultimately, he's the one who calls the shots."

"That's true." Zhou Keying sighed softly. "No matter what, he is a powerful figure in the area. A single word from him can decide our life or death, and can make all our hard work over the years go down the drain."

Zhang Yang smiled, said nothing, and simply finished the last bite of noodles in his bowl.

To be honest, the noodles were quite chewy.

The hotel that the brother and sister stayed at was indeed remarkable in terms of details, showing that they had put a lot of effort into it.

After breakfast, Zhou Tong personally drove Zhang Yang home.

Zhang Yang didn't refuse, thinking it would be a good opportunity to show hospitality and invite them to come and visit.

And so, the four of them set off in one car to the mine.

Later, the vehicles passed through the heavily guarded mine and finally arrived at the huge, bustling, and noisy mine.

Zhou Tong and his sister, along with Wang Furong, got out of the car and gazed at the vast mine in front of them, all of them involuntarily gasping for breath.

"So, Brother Zhang is here! He must have a huge business opportunity." Wang Furong was incredibly shocked.

In Gango, things like running hotels and doing trade are all small-scale businesses.

Those who can truly make a fortune in this land are undoubtedly those who mine.

Mines come in all sizes.

The mine in front of us, which stretches as far as the eye can see, is undoubtedly a giant mine.

Look at the heavy trucks coming and going, the armed security personnel appearing every now and then, and the local Black employees coming and going... How can people like them, who run small businesses, compare to someone who owns such a huge mine?

"Come on in, feel free to wander around." Zhang Yang invited everyone in as guests.

The group followed with extreme restraint, watching the stationed military police who gave Zhang Yang humble smiles along the way, and listening to the greetings from various security personnel, employees, and managers inside the mine. Their heads were buzzing, and they became even more reserved.

This is a big deal, involving big shots!

They don't even need to think about how much power they have in mining.

In reality, they were also prejudiced, because what they saw and heard along the way made them overestimate the status of the mine owners here, thinking that everyone involved in mining was as successful as Zhang Yang.

In reality, the mine owners here are just easy prey, far from the glamorous life they imagine.

Zhang Yang's immense success is all because, damn it, not only this mine, but the entire Salito Province is now practically his private domain.

The army and the police were all at his command.

To outsiders, he had become Zabol's favorite and spokesperson; how could he not be glamorous?