Chapter 69 Robbers
According to Zhao Ziyang's estimation, Yahya should send two more groups of people to invite them before he will come out himself. He is a president, and no matter how small the country is, it is still a sovereign country. If the news of the president personally inviting mercenaries gets out, it will definitely be a huge joke.
But the development of the matter was beyond Zhao Ziyang's expectations. Gambian President Yahya actually came to invite them personally and asked them to help Gambia quell the civil unrest.
Yahya's exclusive honor guards formed two paths on the beach, looking very solemn and dignified. This is a must for Yahya when he travels. He likes such scenery. This kind of scene allows him to enjoy the supreme power of a president without caring about the opinions of any party or the public.
Yahya, wearing a white robe that covered his fat body, walked towards the direction of Zhao Ziyang and his group at the seaside with a smile on his face, accompanied by a naval officer. When the Gambians working at the seaside saw the president coming, they all bowed their heads and put their right hands on their chests to show respect to Yahya.
Yahya waved his right hand and walked slowly like a simple army, waving to his people kindly and amiably. Personal assistant Kayla walked at the end in a black professional dress, also with a satisfied smile on her face.
"Salute to the great leader!" Such a voice emerged from the sparse . The professional voice was obviously from a voice support specially arranged for the group.
Both are presidents and both are dictatorships, but Gaddafi is much more low-key than Yahya.
"Your head is full of shit!" Blade said this mercilessly, expressing his contempt for Yahya.
"Haha, if Yahya doesn't act like this, he won't be able to continue to be the president of Gambia." Zhao Ziyang smiled and continued, "The Americans want him to be like this. The United Nations Observer Group during the presidential election doesn't want an outstanding person to lead Gambia."
The United States, which can intervene in the sovereignty of many countries with the help of the United Nations, absolutely does not want any country to have an excellent head of state. If such a head of state appears, it means that the country will gradually get out of their control under the leadership of the head of state, thus hindering their strategic deployment. Guys like Yahya who claimed that a thousand Marines could stop the Taiwan Strait War are what they need, which is convenient for control. However, the United States is not very enthusiastic about Gambia because Gambia lacks the strategic resources they need.
"stand at attention!"
“Swish! Swish!”
Following the order from the commander of the honor guard, the honor guards who were saluting with guns put down their guns and completed their guard duty.
"Hahaha, welcome, my friends!" Yahya had a brilliant smile on his face and showed sincere friendliness to Zhao Ziyang.
As he spoke, Yahya took two quick steps forward. The fluttering hem of his robe gave him an air of elegance that befitted a superior.
"Boss, Gun Ghost has sent a message that the soldiers sent by Senegal to protect Yahya have withdrawn." Swart behind him whispered the latest news to Zhao Ziyang.
Zhao Ziyang nodded slightly and greeted Ye Haiya with a smile on his face.
"Mr. President, how can you come here in person? The sea breeze is strong. What if you get hurt? That would be really regretful for us lurkers." Zhao Ziyang greeted Yahya in English, with a wider smile on his face.
The guys behind him tried hard to hold back their smiles and tried to look serious. Shit, the special forces soldier was obviously being sarcastic, so sarcastic that it was too obvious.
After staying with Zhao Ziyang for a long time, these guys already know that Chinese is indeed profound and can curse you without using any dirty words. At first, Zhao Ziyang would greet their mothers when he saw them, which made them think that the special forces were very polite, but later they learned that greeting someone's mother in China is an insult, and the special forces scolded them for nothing.
“Hahaha, this little sea breeze can’t do anything to me.” Yahya waved his hands and said nonchalantly, “I’m a soldier too, hahaha…”
"You are also a soldier? A fighter?" Zhao Ziyang asked Yahya in surprise, then he put away his surprise and said to Yahya solemnly with admiration: "I didn't expect you are also a fighter. I think you must be the best fighter because you are the head of the great Gambia."
"Hahahaha..." Yahya laughed very happily. He was very satisfied and very satisfied with others flattering him.
Yahya never gets enough of flattery. He likes it. If you are a politician in Gambia and you can't flatter the president, you will never be promoted, and you may even be killed.
The control of the news media is very strict here. Ordinary people only know one Gambia radio station, which talks about how powerful Gambia is and how wise and powerful President Yahya is 18 hours out of 24. This is a closed-minded control of thought, but it is very effective. If it weren't for the multi-ethnic groups, it would be like North Korea: loyalty is not to the country, but to a person who will be great no matter what.
With a "bang", Zhao Ziyang saluted Ye Haiya.
Suddenly seeing Zhao Ziyang saluting him, Ya Haiya slowly raised his right hand and returned a not-so-standard military salute to Zhao Ziyang.
At the moment of saluting, Zhao Ziyang clearly saw the arrogance and disdain in Ye Haiya's eyes, and he immediately understood what was going on.
Yahya did serve in the army. On April 24, 1970, Gambia declared itself a republic, with Jawara, leader of the People's Progressive Party, as president. On July 22, 1994, some junior officers launched a mutiny, and Jawara and the People's Progressive Party, which had been in power for nearly 30 years, were overthrown by a military coup.
In the military coup, Lieutenant Yahya Jammeh, then chairman of the Provisional Ruling Committee of the Armed Forces, seized power, overthrew Jawara's government and became the head of state. This was a typical coup carried out by young and middle-level officers. Yahya, who became president was only 29 years old and was the most ruthless and outstanding soldier at the time.
"I want to hire you to fight for me." Yahya's voice gave people a feeling of changing his face, which was because of Zhao Ziyang's actions.
Zhao Ziyang's deliberate flattery made Yahya think that the lurker mercenaries were nothing special, so his attitude immediately changed from being equal to being superior.
Zhao Ziyang saw Yahya's reaction, he just smiled and said nothing. He did it on purpose, the reason for doing it on purpose was to be cautious. He didn't know who Yahya was, and he only knew some superficial things.
Anyone who can successfully become president through a coup at the age of 29 is extremely scary. They are very scheming. If they don't have deep scheming, they will definitely become a stepping stone for others in the coup.
But Yahya now has only confidence. His more than ten years as president have made him arrogant. Just as he said: Whether you like it or not, no coup can overthrow me, no election can end my term. God has arranged for me to stay in power for as long as I want, and God has arranged for me to be able to freely choose someone to succeed me.
But often overconfidence turns into arrogance, and no one with real power can escape this final result.
Zhao Ziyang's face turned cold and he stretched out three fingers towards Ye Haiya.
"Three million?" Yahya looked wealthy.
"Thirty million US dollars, so you don't have to worry at all." Zhao Ziyang stared at Ye Haiya, and a ray of light suddenly burst out of his eyes.
Stared at by this gaze, Ye Haiya subconsciously took a step back slightly, but just after taking a step back, he felt something was very wrong, so he took a big step forward with his right foot and pushed towards Zhao Ziyang.
"30 million US dollars? No, no, no, you are asking for too much." Yahya clasped his hands in his wide sleeves, shook his head disdainfully and said, "This kind of civil strife is easy to resolve. I can give you a maximum of 5 million US dollars. You know, 5 million US dollars is already a big deal for you mercenaries. Many mercenaries will rush to take it."
In Zhao Ziyang's eyes, the bargaining Ye Haiya was just a fool. He was looking for lurkers when he had no confidence. After finding them, he immediately looked down on them and then bargained, just like a vendor in a vegetable market.
"Can you ask EO for help?" A smile broke out on Zhao Ziyang's cold face, and Ye Haiya's heart relaxed a little with this smile.
Yahya laughed when he heard this. He immediately understood from Zhao Ziyang's words why the EO mercenary group no longer accepted this mission, why some surrounding mercenary groups were also unwilling to accept this mission, and why Senegal suddenly withdrew its soldiers.
He was not stupid and immediately realized that a series of events were manipulated by this lurker mercenary group, and the Oriental man in front of him was the core of the lurkers.
"No, you are the most powerful mercenaries." Yahya's expression changed again, from arrogance and disdain to sincerity. He knew that he was being taken advantage of this time, and the strongest mercenary group in Mekale's mouth was really not that simple.
"Forty million!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out four fingers.
Yahya's expression changed again, and his eyes revealed a suppressed anger.
"Just now it was 30 million..."
"Fifty million!" Zhao Ziyang stretched out a hand and looked at Ye Haiya with a smile.
"You are robbing, you are bandits and robbers!" The veins on Yahya's forehead bulged and he let out a low roar.
"Sixty million!" Zhao Ziyang raised the price again with a smile.
"Deal!" Yahya gritted his teeth and agreed without hesitation.
"Smart!" Zhao Ziyang patted Ye Haiya on the shoulder and said to him with a smile: "I like to deal with smart people, because it makes me worry less. By the way, what you said just now is very right. In fact, we are robbers and bandits."
At this time, Yahya's face turned dark purple. He clearly felt that his high dignity was trampled on, and a sense of shame surged in his heart. But he couldn't do anything. The country was in chaos, Senegal suddenly gave up, and he couldn't ask the US government for help, otherwise he would be rejected by the United Nations Observer Group when the election came.
This is a critical moment. As long as he serves three consecutive terms as president, he will have the right to dissolve parliament and rule for life, and he can choose his own successor and become a true dictator.
"Mr. President." Zhao Ziyang smiled widely. He pinched his chin and said to Yahya in a bewitching voice, "Sixty million US dollars is not a loss for you at all. If you accepted thirty million at that time, you would definitely regret it."
"Huh?" Ye Haiya looked at Zhao Ziyang suspiciously.
"If you accept 30 million, we will only help you quell this rebellion. If you accept 60 million..."
"How about accepting 60 million?" Yahya seemed to smell something, and his dissatisfied expression turned into an extremely eager one.
Zhao Ziyang took a step forward and whispered in Yahya's ear: "The Lurker can guarantee that you will always be the president until you die. No one can overthrow your regime. From now on, you will no longer be restricted by Senegal, and you will no longer have to look at the faces of the UN Observer Group. You will become the unprecedented emperor of Gambia."
Suddenly, Yahya's body trembled violently, and he grabbed Zhao Ziyang's hand to get confirmation.
The other party's words were so tempting. If, if it were really possible...
No, how could there be mercenaries doing this kind of business? Going on missions one after another would bring much more profit than a seemingly large buyout. Could it be that these mercenaries were planning something else? Thinking of this, Ye Haiya let go of Zhao Ziyang's hands.
“Hahaha…” Zhao Ziyang patted Yahya on the shoulder and said to him with a big laugh: “Think about it carefully, opportunities are rare and will never come again. If we can keep all the mercenaries out of Gambia, we will be able to make Gambia under your rule forever, hahahaha…”
They were a group of bandits, Yahya thought, and the lurkers were forcing themselves to accept this seemingly good condition.
A group of robbers !
