When he saw Li Qin, he seemed to have a treasure, so Jing Jian laughed it off. For Jing Jian, he didn't take such advice in the end, and it didn't even matter whether Li Qin took it for himself. He just mentioned it casually and would not take the initiative to help, because Jing Jian's current purpose is to be low-key, and to be more low-key!

Finally the meeting ended, and with satisfaction or not, cadres from various departments left one after another. However, at this moment, President Shen Songsheng smiled at Jing Jian and waved: "Comrade Xiao Jing? Come here and have a few words."

"Hello, Dean Chen!"

"Okay, young and promising, our college has successors." After a smile, Shen Songsheng asked, "Are you still used to it?"

"fine."

“I heard you graduated from UCLA?”

"Yes, Dean Chen."

"That's good. Xiao Jing, can you give a lecture after school starts to introduce the situation in the United States, especially Hollywood? Give teachers and students an opportunity to understand the world's most advanced film industry?"

"Hmm?" Jing Jian was a little surprised, "Dean Chen, I am not studying in the film school, I am studying chemistry."

"Everyone is in the same university, you always have the influence of it? Don't feel pressured. If you understand, just say more. If you don't understand, talk about the customs and customs of the United States. It's just a lecture, regardless of grades, it's just a broader horizon. Just seek truth from facts. How about it?" In fact, Dean Shen Songsheng didn't have much intention at all. At this time, there were very few channels for external contact. In the Beijing Film Festival and even the Chinese film industry, Hollywood is still a very mysterious and sacred palace. Now with Jing Jian, a returning student, I certainly hope he can introduce some information.

Jing Jian thought about it a little, and felt that it was nothing, so he smiled and nodded: "I can only say something that I can see the simple impression. There may not be too much content about Hollywood. Dean Chen, I have been to Hong Kong, can I add some content from Hong Kong movies?"

"That's best!" President Chen smiled, "Be careful not to involve political or controversial topics. If you choose to return home, you must have been tested in politics. Don't affect your future because of a few wrong words."

"I understand, thank you, Dean!" Of course Jing Jian would not speak out loud, but he was still very grateful to Shen Songsheng for his concern. After this conversation, Jing Jian finally breathed a sigh of relief. The leaders of Jing Film should have no idea about their actual situation at all, and what they really know should be higher-level leaders.

This is actually very good, let yourself live a peaceful life quietly!

...

Jing Jian is preparing to live a peaceful life, but Jiang Wenyi and others who have just fallen into the footsteps of Fssoya in Africa seem to be destined to have no chance of a peaceful life...

"Bang bang, bang bang..."

Listening to the constant sound of gunfire outside the window, Jiang Wenyi and the others had already scattered in several warehouses, and took out the guns and ammunition buried in the corner of the warehouse, ready to fight at any time.

Jiang Wenyi and his friends came to Helan City in Fosoya, the third largest city in the country and the only port city besides the capital of Fosoya. Of course, it is said to be a port city, the pier is at most a Fisherman's Wharf. Jiang Wenyi and others also took a freighter that broke off the sea and sold fresh fruits and vegetables on the shore of the local fishing boat, which was quite open and open, and no one was in charge of it.

Unexpectedly, Helan City is not behind. It is also a cement jungle with many vehicles. It is completely different from the ignorant and backward Africa in the news, and its level of modernization is not low at all.

Jiang Wenyi and others are local clothing business, a Hong Kong man named Huang Shifu. He has been doing business here for many years, wholesale clothing, shoes and hats from Hong Kong and sold to locals. There are also several large warehouses behind the store and many local hires. It should be said that the business is quite good.

However, today Huang Shifu went out to discuss business and would not return in a few days, leaving only Jiang Wenyi and the others in the store. Unexpectedly, there were suddenly gunfire sounds in the peaceful city, which made the thirty or so people very nervous.

...

In the center of the warehouse, a young black man sat on an empty wooden box, eating the half-pot fried rice left over from Jiang Wenyi and the others, while relaxingly "appreciating the performances of these Chinese people."

Seeing the black young man watching a monkey show, Jiang Wenyi was so angry that he pulled him to the corner: "Yoruba, are you dead? Just facing the window?"

The Yoruba was one of the employees, an illiterate person, but had considerable language talent. He could speak Kuro (Kulo was a small European country, and Fssoya was one of the original colonies of Kuro, so Kuro was the official language of Fussoya, and the two countries still have close relationships to this day), English, French, Cantonese, and several local indigenous dialects. Therefore, Huang Shifu left this Yoruba as the translator of Jiang Wenyi and others.

And the Yoruba shrugged and just looked at the fried rice on the ground with regret: "Ghost Sheng, this is firing a gun at the air to drive away the poor. If you are right, another batch of relief grain should be transported to Helan City. Don't worry, the city is in good condition. Just... are you mercenaries?"

"Oh? Are you banning guns here?" Jiang Wenyi asked.

"Nono!" Yoruba smiled and shook his head, "No one cares about us here. Officials are busy making extra money. Even the police are concerned about the black market. If you are interested, you can go and check out the government buildings and police stations, where no one works."

"Ah?" Jiang Wenyi and the others did not expect that this place was so anarchic, and that the whole city could be orderly. Seeing that there was indeed no chaos outside, the residents on the street seemed very calm, Jiang Wenyi became curious, "Yoruba, can you introduce the situation here? The more detailed the better?"

"This..." Yoruba showed a embarrassed expression, but his eyes were quite cunning.

Jiang Wenyi was already familiar with the temper of this black guy and handed over a $20 bill with a smile: "Can you tell me now?"

"Of course!" Yoruba accepted it with a smile, "Then let me talk about it first. Africa has suffered a severe drought and there are refugees everywhere."

"Ah? Why aren't there here? I think it's normal, and the supply of materials on the market is quite complete." The army beside him was surprised and asked anxiously.

"Everyone said that this is because it's in the city." Yoruba smiled. "It was only terrible in the past few years. A large number of refugees poured into various cities, and there were starving people everywhere. It was difficult to control it. So now the government has experience and does not allow refugees to enter the city, but can only go to designated refugee camps. Also, the number of refugees is much smaller now."

"Why?" Dajun asked again.

"It's all dead." Yoruba looked at Dajun strangely, as if he thought this problem was too naive.

"Die? How many people died?" someone asked another side.

"I don't know, it's all over the mountains and fields, I heard it's hundreds of thousands!"
Chapter completed!