My Italian

Kismayo is a port at the mouth of the Juba River. It was occupied by Italy in 1876, but Italy did not go far inland, but occupied this colonial point as a trading port, exporting to nearby tribes from Italy. In addition to purchasing some local livestock and other local specialties, it is good or bad, at least not losing money.

However, the atmosphere has changed recently, and the dusty Alar Mensa felt it first.

"How is this going?"

He pulled over an acquaintance he knew and asked.

"Mensah, you're back. You said that these soldiers were sent from China. Now Major Towani is no longer the commander of the city. I heard that a colonel named Crowley took over the army."

The acquaintance's answer made Mensa feel unusual, because there are too many troops. He just saw at least a hundred soldiers wandering around the city. He remembered that when he was chatting with Major Tovani, he personally said that with the more than 400 defenders in his hands, he could defend these local natives even if they came to tens of thousands.

As for why he knew Major Tovani and seemed to have a good relationship, he had to mention his gifted ability to communicate with the local indigenous people. He can communicate fluently with the locals in Somali, and in addition, he can easily gain the goodwill of the locals.

With such talent, one should make a fortune, so Mensa's caravan is the most profitable in Kismayo. Since it is the most profitable caravan, it must or involve local powerful figures, and as the commander of the garrison in Kismayo, Major Tovani, it makes sense to join forces. In addition, local civil affairs officials also have stakes.

With the participation of local military and political officials, Mensa's business has also grown bigger and bigger. He has become the largest businessman in Kismayo, and one-third of the local transaction volume is completed by him.

So he is not only famous in Kismayo, but also in all the strongholds in Italian Somalia.

However, this fame does not necessarily bring only benefits. Not only did he just return to his home, and he had not had time to rest, I saw that Major Tovani's adjutants were hurriedly looking for him.

"Hello, Lieutenant Kolo, what kind of wind brought you here?"

Seeing the second lieutenant who was brought in by the servant, Mensa immediately greeted him with a smile. As a businessman, he was very polite to everyone, especially Lieutenant Colo, who was also Major Tovani's adjutant, and he would not lose his courtesy.

However, compared to Mensa's smiling face, the adjutant's eyes were a little dodgy, and he said in a stiff tone. "Mr Mensah, the major is waiting for you at headquarters."

Second Lieutenant Kolo's words made Mensa stunned. It wasn't that he was afraid that he was in danger, but that he had a hunch that calling him this time would not be a good thing.

"Please wait a moment, I'll change clothes and come."

After Mensa returned to his room, feeling uneasy, he secretly called a confidant and stuffed him a note. "If I don't come back at night, go to this place immediately and find a man named Lille, and say I need his help."

This is a way out for Mensa, but hopefully it won't be used.

"Okay, sir."

Facing Mensa's instructions, the confidant who had been raised since childhood nodded vigorously.

After explaining the matter, Mensa immediately changed into clean clothes and followed Lieutenant Kolo out.

Lu Mensa from the headquarters was also familiar with it, and after a while, he came to the headquarters located in the military camp in the east of the city. This headquarters is obviously different from the previous one. Not to mention the change of guards, even the barracks are practicing sound bursts, which makes Mensa's heart even more heavy.

"Mr. Mensah, Colonel Crowley and Major Tovani are waiting for you inside."

Walking to the door, Second Lieutenant Kolo made a gesture of invitation.

Mensa could only bite the bullet and go in. As soon as he entered his house, he felt unusual, because compared with the messy headquarters in the past, it has been cleaned up now, and there is a large map of Somalia hanging on the wall, and there is also a large wooden table on it. The sand table that was put on was actually placed, and the two officers were pointing on the sand table.

"Report, Mr. Mensah has been brought."

Following Lieutenant Kolo's voice, the two officers raised their heads.

He knew Major Tovani, but he saw another officer with a serious face for the first time, and he had the rank of colonel. He believed that this was Colonel Crowley.

"Hello, Colonel Crowley, Major Tovani."

Facing Mensah's familiar greeting, the Colonel Crowley raised his brows. "you know me?"

"The whole of Kismayo knows the Colonel's deeds, and who can not know your Excellency."

Colonel Crowley didn't ask about Mensah's fooling words, but asked him about it. "I heard that you are the most successful businessman here?"

"Don't dare, it's everyone's humble words."

Although Mensa was polite, he did not deny it.

Since there is no denial, it is.

"So, Mr. Mensa should also be familiar with the surrounding tribes?"

"so so."

After getting Mensah's answer, Colonel Crowley immediately stated the reason for calling him this time. "Mr. Mensa, this time we have summoned you for a mission to ask for your help."

"This... I'm just a businessman, so I might not be able to do it."

In the face of Mensah's refusal, Colonel Crowley completely ignored it. "It's okay, it's easy to do, our military wants to ask you to be a guide and take us to those tribes."

Facing Colonel Crowley's words, Mensa waved his hands repeatedly. "It can't be done, I can't do it."

These tribes are his parents, and he asked him to bring the army to find these tribes. He didn't need to think about it to know what was going on. He would not agree at all.

"Don't be too busy rejecting Mr. Mensa."

Colonel Crowley clearly expected Mensah's reaction. Just let it pay without giving back~www.wuxiamtl.com~ How is this possible. I saw him take out a document and put it in front of Mensa.

"This is a Lanfang franchise license, as long as you can take us to those tribes. Then this license is yours."

The license provided by Colonel Crowley made Mensa jealous. He did not only know about doing business in Kismayo, but he was well informed. He knew that this frivolous document would cost at least 500,000 to 600,000 yuan in China. lira. Because the government issues the Lanfang franchise license very strictly, only such a license can buy all kinds of its special spices in Lanfang.

Although the spice business cannot make people rich like the last century, it is certain to make money. So now he is a little hesitant. After all, he is a businessman and not a politician. How can he just let go.

"Can you let me think about it?"

"Yes. But at most one night, we will find someone else tomorrow."

Faced with Colonel Crowley's words, Mensa left the barracks uneasy.

After a sleepless night, with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, he came to the military camp again.

"Colonel Crowley, can I take another look at that permit?"

Mensa's words made Colonel Crowley smile.

"Can."

The Mensa incident is not isolated, it is happening all over the Italian stronghold in Somalia. Many businessmen who had connections with local tribes were invited. When they faced the conditions set by the government, they did not hesitate to sell out the tribes they traded with. There are even greedy businessmen asking the military to let them bring people to conquer the local indigenous people.

And the Italian army is relying on these businessmen to find each tribe. When these natives face the modern Italian army, the outcome is already doomed.

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