Dark Currents Stirring

While Wang Ye and the bosses from the domestic delegation were exchanging toasts, dark currents had already begun to stir far away on the African continent, in Burkina Faso.

Ouagadougou was Burkina Faso's largest city and also its capital.

With a population of over a million, it was obviously far larger than the small town where Mumu's tribe lived.

Of course, due to the backward economy, even as the capital of a nation, it still looked run-down and shabby.

Apart from a few decent high-rise buildings in the most prosperous parts of downtown, most of the homes in the other districts looked like slums.

It was not easy to believe that, in the twenty-first century, one could still see large numbers of mud-brick houses in a nation's capital.

In the best area of downtown stood a massive estate, surrounded by towering walls and heavily guarded.

From outside, all one could see were dense, towering trees behind the walls, blocking the view within.

Several armed guards in military uniforms stood at the gate. The moment a stranger tried to approach, they would immediately fix them with wary stares.

They stopped any unrelated person from getting near the compound.

Burkina Faso's current President, Compaoré, lived here!

It was a little after seven in the evening. Having finished dinner, Compaoré was sitting on the living room sofa watching the news.

Though Burkina Faso was poor, it was still a fairly sizable country and had its own national television station.

The programs were all in French, because the country had once been a colony of France, and its official language was French...

Other than the major international events of the day, the domestic portion of the news was mostly about Compaoré.

Just as he was watching with great interest, his secretary hurried in.

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