When Chen Xiaolian and the black minister walked in, the hall was filled with all kinds of black men, tall, short, fat, thin, old and weak. Some were suits and tied, while others were dressed like tribal chiefs.

Chen Xiaolian noticed that most people had serious expressions. Although there was a military band playing music in the corner, most guests did not have a smile on their faces.

It is easy to understand that these guys are forced to donate money tonight. I'm afraid that few people will be happy about this kind of thing.

A huge oil portrait of Zeid was hung on the walls of the hall.

The black minister showed off and told Chen Xiaolian proudly that the portrait also cost a lot of money and invited a very famous artist in Europe to draw it by himself.

The artist's works were sold at auction houses for millions of dollars.

Well, Chen Xiaolian finally understood how this country was so poor that it was ruined.

After entering the hall, the black minister looked arrogant and walked among the crowd with his head held high and his chest. Chen Xiaolian followed him like a follower.

Chen Xiaolian noticed that most of the eyes of people around him were very cold.

It seems that this black minister is very popular under Zeid, but it is probably unpopular.

To be precise, Zeid's rule is probably unpopular.

The guests at the banquet were well-dressed.

Outside the hall are guards with live ammunition.

This atmosphere made Chen Xiaolian feel very strange.

Everyone was talking in a low voice, and occasionally there were waiters in white suits walking by, carrying red wine, champagne and other things on the plate.

Chen Xiaolian took a glass of champagne casually, took a sip, and couldn't help but sigh.

Flower of Paris.

It's a good champagne.

But if you want to buy this kind of thing in Africa, you are afraid you will be sold at a sky-high price.

"The process tonight is roughly like this." The black minister took Chen Xiaolian to the front corner of the hall, looked at Chen Xiaolian's eyes, and said lightly: "It's seven:15 now. In fifteen minutes, the President will arrive, and then give a speech, and here to commend the soldiers who have made contributions in this battle..."

When Chen Xiaolian heard this, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Commendation and meritorious service?

It was obviously a defeat...

"...After commendation, it is the fundraising process. Don't you want to have the opportunity to meet with Your Excellency the President? This is an opportunity. Generally speaking, Your Excellency the President will invite the guests with the highest fundraising amount separately after the fundraising and hold talks in the president's office. So... if you want to meet with Your Excellency the President, it depends on your performance."

Chen Xiaolian stared at the other party's fat nose and resisted the urge to flatten the bastard's nose with one punch.
Chapter completed!