Go down the escalator.
From time to time, people from immigration offices on both sides stopped some people and took them to a small room on one side.
He Liang's group is obviously organized. Although they are likely to be very rich, they may also have a strong background. They are afraid of getting into trouble. Therefore, they all treat him as if they haven't seen him and specially select some "bullies".
Pull to the small room, check the passport, we all know the content, want money.
It's not far.
He Liang took his men to the place of health quarantine.
There is not much passenger flow here, so there are only two channels. He Liang chooses one channel to queue up, and the others follow behind. He is quiet, does not speak, and does not look around, so as not to offend others.
Looking at this line of Chinese in uniform costume.
The others looked at him curiously.
This kind of dress is rare here. The uniform camouflage backpack and straight body show that these people are strictly trained, even if they are not in active service, they are retired soldiers.
In front of He Liang is a Chinese boy.
In his twenties.
Look at the elegant dress, wearing short-sighted glasses, a bit like college students.
Seeing he Liang in his clothes, the Chinese was very enthusiastic.
"Hello, big brother. My name is Wang Bai. Do you work here, too?" There is not a large circle of overseas Chinese. In the future, Wang Bai may have a chance to see he Liang again.
"Hello, he Liang, come here to work." He Liang said with a polite smile.
"I'm an accountant of a mining company. What do so many of you come to do?" Wang Bai looked at a group of members behind he Liang and asked curiously. Even he had a big brain hole. He was wondering if these Chinese came here to be mercenaries.
"Security." He Liang answered concisely.
"Well, in Kinshasa?" Wang Bai asked again.
"No, in other provinces, but it's not convenient to disclose the reason for work." He Liang shakes his head. Of course, it's not a secret. He just doesn't want to say so much about it. His career decides that he doesn't like chatting with people everywhere.
See he Liang say so.
Wang Bai also found that he Liang didn't want to talk much. He was very witty and didn't ask much. He turned his head and looked at the slow-moving team in front of him.
Soon.
It's Wang Bai's turn.
The staff asked him to show the "yellow skin quarantine certificate", and Wang Bai quickly handed it over. His suitcase and articles were also under inspection. After a rough inspection of his articles, the quarantine officers turned over Wang Bai's suitcase.
Wang Bai frowned.
You can see what you want.
Besides, the black policeman checking the "yellow skin quarantine certificate" went over and over again, as if he could see some flowers, muttering something he didn't understand.
"Brother Wang, he Liang, who was checked by the customs, also gave him 500 yuan. He didn't even need to open the bag.
Get out of the airport.
"Captain, is that ok?" The young team member came up and asked in surprise, is this how the immigration inspection of a country has come? These policemen are too brave.
In broad daylight.
Heaven and earth.
These African policemen are really arrogant about such blatant corruption. The most important thing is that he Liang took the initiative to give the money. If he didn't give it, he wouldn't let it go?
He Liang was not angry and said: "why not, do as the Romans do. In this country, you have to take some money with you when you go out. It's mainly robbery. But it's safe near the mine. No one comes to blackmail. It's far away. If there are few people, it may be dangerous."
"I know. I don't like to run around. Just walk around the mine, but I'm still a little worried. What you said is that the mine is really so good?" The young man wondered.
He Liang used to listen to how interesting and harmonious he was in the mine. He believed it before, but he was a little shaken by what he saw and heard at the capital airport of the Democratic Republic of Congo.
"You'll know when you go." He Liang said with a mysterious smile.