Wang Furong was only being polite.
Because he knew that someone like Zhang Yang would definitely have people specially assigned to pick him up when he came to the Gangge Republic. There was naturally no need for him to worry about it.
The two chatted casually on the plane for a while, then endured the long flight.
Finally, the plane landed.
This was the destination of their trip—the Kinshasa International Airport in the capital of the Gangge Republic.
After stepping out of the cabin, Zhang Yang looked around and frowned slightly.
The humid heat that hit him in the face, the visible chaos... This was supposed to be Gangge's capital airport, yet any airport in a third- or fourth-tier city back home could utterly crush this place.
Sure enough, it was Africa's poorest and most chaotic country.
The poor were truly impoverished, while the rich were filthy rich...
"Brother Zhang, when we go through customs later, you'll need to prepare a little tip. The Gangge Republic is rotten to the core, rotten from top to bottom," Wang Furong mentioned as he stood beside Zhang Yang. "Everything requires money to clear the way, but you can't flaunt your wealth either. Be careful not to get targeted."
While chatting on the plane, Wang Furong had mentioned a kidnapping case targeting Chinese nationals in the Gangge Republic a couple of years ago. Apparently, everyone from soldiers to hotel doormen to drivers had been involved, and the victim had only narrowly escaped with his life.
"It's fine. No one can target me," Zhang Yang said with a casual smile.
A moment later, the two followed the exit passage to complete the entry procedures.
At customs, a dark-skinned staff member rattled off a string of words.
The implication was clear: give him some money as