What do Chinese migrant workers like?

Of course, they like whatever they lack!

Food and drink are definitely not a problem, but most of them have never truly enjoyed the grasslands of Africa and the local culture.

Camping, hunting, setting up a small shooting range for them to play.

As long as they can manage with food and drink, once they are familiar with guns, take them for a stroll on the grasslands, let them hunt a gazelle or something, hire a chef to take care of them, as long as there is enough alcohol and safety is guaranteed, let the local girls sing and dance with them, there is no need to worry about anything else.

But this matter can only be discussed after the animal shelter is built. Otherwise, there won't even be guest rooms. Do we expect our compatriots to squeeze into the small hotels in Dama Jin?

Those rundown houses without even air conditioning can be left for the white people to "enjoy".

After sending Saimu away, Joja was about to go back to rest when Nis came over.

Recently, this girl would wake up early in the morning and practice shooting with Ayou, then follow Ayou to receive guests. Occasionally, when Saimu was too busy, Nis would fly a helicopter with tourists and take them for a ride in the sky. That's why Saimu had his eyes on her.

It should be her time to work with Ayou now. Joja curiously looked at Nis who was approaching and smiled, "What's the matter?"

Nis took out her phone and showed it to him, saying, "You forgot about the observation hand. She has already arrived at Khartoum Airport. Should we go to Khartoum to interview her or bring her here?"

Joja recalled the resume of the observation hand and smiled, "Of course, bring her here. Even if she is not a qualified observation hand, I have to keep her just based on her ability to speak six languages. She is talented no matter where she is."

Nis nodded and turned around to find the small antelope that was purchased first, with the words "Dama Jin Grassland Travel Company" printed on it. She drove away.

Now the travel company has proper procedures. Just inform the airport in advance and pay some fees afterwards, and the helicopter can be parked and refueled directly at Khartoum Airport.

Actually, any gas station would do, but parking at the airport would appear more upscale and formal.

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After Nis left, Joja changed out of his work clothes covered in oil, drove home to freshen up, ate a full meal, took a nap, changed into a clean training uniform, and drove back to the airport.

After waiting for less than half an hour, the helicopter piloted by Nis returned.

After circling around the airport for a while, the small antelope slowly landed in the open space in front of the hangar.

Joja stood at the door of the hangar without moving forward. After everyone got off the plane, he realized that there were not one but two people.

One was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, with a pair of black gloves. Because her face looked a bit haggard, her appearance could only be rated 70 out of 100.

There was also a chubby man with a full beard, walking in a fidgety manner.

Joja looked at Nis who was approaching and showed an inquiring expression.

Nis pursed her lips and shook her head, saying, "I don't know either. Let them speak for themselves."

The woman in jeans stood up straight, perhaps sensing Joja's doubt, she took a step forward and extended her hand, saying, "Hello, my name is Antar, and I am here to apply for the position of observation hand."

Antar pointed to the slightly sleazy chubby man next to her and said, "He is my friend, Erica."

Joja shook hands with Antar and immediately felt that her right thumb was missing. Then he looked at her left hand and found that her left thumb was also missing. Joja instantly understood why she said she could only be an observation hand...

A person has ten fingers, but the most important ones are the thumbs.

The loss of thumbs is a serious disability anywhere, not just a "disability" on the battlefield, but a complete disability.

Without thumbs, holding a gun becomes a problem, let alone combat?

Even if you are a top-notch observation hand, how can Joja take you to do high-risk work when you struggle to even hold a telescope?

Originally, Joja's expectations for Antar as an observation hand were not too high. He valued Antar's language skills more.

But now she came to apply and brought another person with her, and this man looked at him with unfriendly eyes, which made Joja very unhappy.

After letting go of Antar's hand, Joja took a step back, glanced at Erica, and said to Antar, "I think you may not meet the requirements of an observation hand, but..."

Joja hadn't finished speaking when Erica called out in a slightly sharp voice, "Anta, I told you not to come here. There won't be anyone here who appreciates you. Come back with me, I will help you find a suitable job. You are the best sniper, you shouldn't waste your life in this rotten place."

Antar smiled bitterly and shook her head, "Erica, can you please stop talking? This is my job, my life!"

Any normal person would have shut up at this point, but Erica seemed completely unaffected. He tightly clasped his hands to his chest and said to Joja in a chilling tone, "No, Anta, I can't watch you waste your talent like this. Let's go back. I can contact all the outstanding female snipers in the world, and I will definitely find someone who appreciates you."

Antar helplessly shook her head and said, "Erica, first of all, I need to be able to support myself and my family. I need a job."

"No, you used to be the best sniper. Wasting your talent is..."Joja was getting a bit fed up. He waved his hand to interrupt Erica, then turned to Antar and said, "Perhaps you were once an excellent sniper, but your situation is clear. However, it's okay. I've seen your resume. If you're not lying, then you're still a very talented individual."

Pointing at the logo on the helicopter, Joja continued, "As you can see, I own a travel company. If you're on your own, I can hire you to work in my company.

You don't necessarily have to be a spotter. There are many positions in my company that would suit you."

Joja's meaning was clear. He was only interested in Antar. If Erica also wanted to stay, they could leave.

Before Antar could respond, Erica, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumped up and shouted, "Do you know who Antar is? Do you know her past achievements? Do you know what she's been through?

How dare you, an ignorant fool, speak to her like that? How dare you speak to Antar with a tone of pity?

She is the best sniper. Even without her thumb, she's stronger than all of you."

Facing the shrewish Erica, Joja was losing his patience.

Ignoring Erica's face, Joja looked at Antar and said, "If you only want to be a spotter, then you might be disappointed."

Upon hearing this, Antar anxiously asked, "Why can't you give me a chance? I promise, I can handle the task of a spotter!"

Looking at Erica, Antar pleaded, "Erica, please, I need this job. I have a family to support."

Facing Antar's plea, Erica pouted and said, "That's not right. You need someone who appreciates you.

This guy is obviously Chinese. Many Chinese people have never even touched a gun in their lives. He doesn't understand your value at all."

Looking disdainfully at Joja in his training uniform, Erica said, "If we were at a shooting range, I could show him how ignorant he is right now."

Joja was amused by Erica's words. He glanced at the silent Nis, shook his head and said, "We're not doing anything anyway. Notify Zhabu and Nas to prepare the interview site.

I also want to know how ignorant I am..."