At the end of June, the ngo charity organization Friendly Africa, established by Seriosha and the American Farmers Alliance, officially entered the operation stage. In order to prevent the discovery of the ubiquitous US regulators, Seriosha instructed Glencore to register hundreds of shell companies in the Bermuda and Cayman Islands to provide assistance to the charity. Yuri participated in a big fanfare and made donations to Friendly Africa in the name of casinos and hotels under his name. Since investing in charity can avoid taxes, this alone left Seriosha with a lot of money.

Under the banner of rescuing the African famine, Fuei Africa openly purchased wheat and barley from the Ministry of Agriculture and the American Farmers Alliance, which were lower than the current market price. Then, it hired a fleet to transport it to Italy for the next step of handling. Fuei Africa's headquarters is located in the United States, and its employees are innocent ordinary citizens recruited from society, but this is not the case in Italy. It is all under Yakov's subordinates. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, Fuei Africa's headquarters and Italian branch have tried to minimize exchanges in addition to normal work arrangements. The US headquarters only needs to raise funds and purchase food, and the transfer and actual business of food are all arranged in Italy.

In early July, the first cargo ship from Italy to Somalia was finally here. Despite all the dissatisfaction, Chebishev still stepped on the cargo ship. Most of the ship loaded with old grains eliminated from Italy, and even if they were transported back to the Soviet Union, they were treated as feed. In addition, there were some corn and other grains that the Soviet people were not used to. Although the Soviet Union was causing a food shortage, the food shortage was not a famine. The Soviets would not stuff everything into their mouths. The hungry people in Africa were waiting for food to save their lives.

Chebishev felt a little ironic. He was obviously joining a gang organization, but now he is doing the work of a charitable organization. There are ten people who went to Mogadishu with Chebishev, and there were only two members from the Soviet Union, and the other Soviets were from Central Asia. Most of the other members came from Poland, Yugoslavia and Albania among Eastern European countries. Chebishev was their small leader among these people. The task everyone received was to distribute relief food on behalf of Friendly Africa in Mogadishu, and then take photos and send them to the headquarters of the United States.

After leaving Italy, the cargo ship headed east across the famous Suez Canal and crossed the Red Sea to Mogadishu. When Chebishev got off the cargo ship, the large slums in the capital of Somalia that could not see the end made Chebishev feel a little sad. His first thought at that time was where to go to buy vodka in the future.

The dock is actually controlled and occupied by the United Nations forces. There are military vehicles with the U logo everywhere. Chebishev is now the head of the African NGO in Somalia, so naturally he is indispensable for showing up. After learning that an unknown charity brought the whole ship of wheat, he rushed over immediately. After the translator communicated, Chebishev finally figured out the other party's purpose. It turned out that the other party asked him whether he would hand over the food ship to the United Nations for management. As for the reason, the United Nations officials also told Chebishev that if there was no armed force guard, the food ship would be transported out by the troops controlled by the warlords as long as it was transported out of the port. Chebishev did not want to cause trouble for himself, so he simply agreed to the other party's suggestion.

Since we have no offices in this place, Chebishev took a UN military vehicle, escorted food away from the dock and rushed to the UN material warehouse. There were garrisons and garrisons living areas, and the convoys were going to pass through the city of Mogadishu. Chebishev saw beggars chasing the convoy on the roadside, disabled people who were missing arms and legs, and almost everyone was carrying weapons. Chebishev's forehead unknowingly felt that he was staring at him with malicious eyes, and his eyes came from those watching on the roadside.

Chebishev's premonition was actually correct. As early as when they arrived at the port of Mogadishu, the news that someone brought a ship of food spread throughout the city of Mogadishu. When hundreds of people were starved to death every day in a city, the value of a ship of food was less than that of a ship of gold. The city is now controlled by hundreds of warlords of all sizes, and everyone knows the importance of this batch of food. Here, food is military pay, money, and weapons. On the black market, you can exchange food for all kinds of things you need.

Chebishev looked out of the countryside through the narrow window, and the window could not be opened at all. Both air conditioners in the car were not extremely hot. The heat and fear made Chebishev a little crazy. He cursed the Gorky Brotherhood, Nikola, Balanikov and others over and over again, and the people and organizations that caused him to fall into this place. At this moment, Chebishev wanted to sit in the air-conditioned cinema and have a cool beer or gawas!

After returning to the station, Chebishev arranged visas and accommodation for his subordinates. Most of the food shipped in the port was waiting to be unloaded. After all, the food returned from the truck was a minority. However, Chebishev no longer needs to worry about these, because he had entrusted the United Nations staff to handle the food. What Chebishev had to do now is to wait until the relief grain is distributed, take more photos and send it back to the headquarters in Friendly Africa to prove that he has indeed fulfilled his duties and obligations, and then contact the headquarters to transport the second batch of food.

After finally completing the procedures, Chebischev planned to take a break and go to the near the barracks to see if there was a suitable office location to rent. Chebischev did not go out until the sun was about to set. He brought several of his subordinates and hired trustworthy local security personnel introduced by the United Nations. This generation is close to the barracks and has high security, so many NGOs rented offices here. Not far from the streets of the office, you can see fully armed soldiers, as well as some local vendors who specialize in foreign business.
Chapter completed!