"Mr. Jiang, you finally arrived." Looking at Jiang Hai, Louis Cazade said with a smile.
One has to admit, these people were quite sincere. When he first met Jiang Hai, he couldn't speak Chinese, but now he could greet Jiang Hai in rather rough Mandarin, which certainly piqued Jiang Hai's interest.
"You also know that our Chinese New Year is very important." Shaking his hand, Jiang Hai said with a smile. Hearing Jiang Hai say this, Louis Cazade also smiled but didn't say anything, instead leading Jiang Hai directly into the hotel to check into their rooms. Perhaps because he had sold a piece of information for 10 million US dollars last time, he didn't make Jiang Hai pay for the rooms this time. He had already booked them: two suites, one presidential suite for Jiang Hai to stay in, and one regular suite for Jiang Hai's subordinates.
Of course, the only subordinates Jiang Hai needed to separate were Connerson Peters and Bell Lester.
After putting their things in the rooms, Aler-Sala and Wallis Shelley specifically stayed behind in the room. First, to sweep for bugs and the like, and second, to watch over their belongings; they didn't feel comfortable leaving the room empty.
If these CIA people messed with their weapons or clothes, that would be troublesome.
Louis Cazade didn't mind this and specifically ordered a meal to be sent to Jiang Hai's suite. Afterward, Jiang Hai took Bell Lester, Azalina, and Connerson Peters to the banquet hall that Louis Cazade had already prepared.
As for Little Yellow and Little White, they were lying in Jiang Hai's room. When outside, they would only eat what Jiang Hai fed them; even Azalina's food wouldn't work. Jiang Hai had specifically brought dried beef for them as their rations.
Ignoring the people left behind in the room, after Jiang Hai and his group arrived at the restaurant downstairs, they sat down as guests and hosts.
On Jiang Hai's side, there were those four: Jiang Hai, Azalina, Bell, and Connerson. On the CIA side, there were five people.
Just as Louis Cazade had said, they would bring a five-person team. Besides him, Jidard Mode, whom Jiang Hai had met today, was also one of them. According to Louis Cazade's introduction, this person was the CIA's contact in Buenos Aires, Argentina, and could be considered a local snake in this area. Since they were going to Antarctica this time, she naturally had to go along.
Apart from her, there were three men, but these three men were clearly combat personnel rather than agents.
Because they all looked quite rugged. Of course, it's not to say all agents have to look like 007; looking like that wouldn't actually make you a good agent. Agents are divided into headquarters agents, technical agents, field agents, and so on.
Most field agents look quite ordinary, just like Louis Cazade, who makes people subconsciously ignore his appearance. If it weren't for Jiang Hai's eidetic memory, he really wouldn't be able to remember what he looked like.
As for Jidard Mode, because she was in public relations, it didn't matter if she looked prettier.
And these three were pure killers, whose main role was combat. They were basically selected from special forces or Delta Force types, and their combat effectiveness was quite fierce.
According to Louis Cazade, among these three, one burly man with a beard named Habakkuk Hall was mainly responsible for demolition. There was one named Kies Leslie who, like Bell, was a sniper. And there was another named Isaac Williams who was an assault trooper. That was how the opponent's squad was composed.
Louis Cazade was the commander and also a jack-of-all-trades, filling in other positions. The remaining four included those responsible for storming, scouting, assaulting, and sniping. Needless to say, Jidard Mode was responsible for intelligence and positioning, the same as Wallis Shelley in Jiang Hai's team.
After everyone introduced themselves, they sat down with clear boundaries. Before long, the dishes he ordered were brought up.
Argentina is a world-famous producer of beef, so the dishes here were basically all meat.
Of course, the beef here is also very cheap, so you can see that the people in Argentina are different from those in Brazil.
Although Brazil has a high GDP, it's prone to chaos, so if you look on the streets, most people are a bit thin.
But the people in Argentina are all quite fat. Compare it with Maradona, and you will know what the people here look like.
Meat empanadas, beef tenderloin, South American barbecue... a dozen dishes in total, basically all meat.
There was only one vegetable dish, a vegetable salad, and that was it. However, for Jiang Hai, being able to eat meat was a very happy thing.
So after the dishes were served, he didn't stand on ceremony. He sat there, knife in the left hand and fork in the right, and began to feast.
Seeing Jiang Hai's eating manner, Cazade and the others didn't mind and just ate their own food. No one dared to manage Jiang Hai here.
Foreigners don't usually talk business while eating, so Jiang Hai ate very happily, and no one interrupted him.
After eating enough, he drank a glass of table fruit wine, and he felt quite good.
"Mr. Jiang, you've finished dinner, would you like to go out for a walk?" Looking at Jiang Hai placing his knife and fork horizontally on the plate, Louis Cazade asked him with a smile.
"Where to go for a walk?" After putting down the knife and fork, Jiang Hai also looked at him with some confusion. There was a reason he placed the knife and fork like that. Eating Western food actually involves specific etiquette for knife and fork placement. Placing the knife and fork in the middle of the plate like an 'eight' (eight) but not touching means you are tired of eating and are taking a break. If you place them in a cross on the plate, that is what people who order a set menu usually do, because it means they have ordered and are waiting for the next course.
If you have finished eating, placing the knife and fork like chopsticks, in an '11' shape on the plate, means you are finished and it can be cleared. Placing them horizontally in an '11' shape represents a good review. If you place the heads of the knife and fork together, like a 'person' (people) shape, that represents a bad review. This way, the waiter basically won't come over to ask for a tip because you didn't enjoy the meal. Jiang Hai didn't understand this when he first arrived, but now he basically understood it all.
Tonight's dishes were all meat, which Jiang Hai liked very much. He belonged to the type who would feel uncomfortable all over if he didn't eat meat for a meal.
With a large amount of meat for him to eat, he ate very satisfactorily, at least for now.
"That depends on how long Mr. Jiang wants to stay here. When we leave is up to you." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Louis Cazade said to him with a smile. Indeed, they had come here just to accompany Jiang Hai for fun.
"Then let's leave the day after tomorrow. Let's take a rest." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Hai said to Louis Cazade.
If there was nothing to do, it wouldn't matter to hang out here, but now that there was something to do, Jiang Hai still had concerns in his heart. If he really wanted to play, it wouldn't matter to play here for a few more days after coming back. It was better to hurry up when going.
"Then I will take you around this area tomorrow. Tonight, we can go to the La Boca district to have some fun." Hearing Jiang Hai say they would leave the day after tomorrow, Louis Cazade also said with a smile. One has to admit, this guy was a qualified politician, always wearing a smile on his face while making suggestions to Jiang Hai.
"La Boca district? Didn't you say we couldn't go there?" Hearing his words, Jiang Hai blinked and looked at Jidard Mode, who had just told him not to go. Why did the CIA people say one thing and do another?
"That place, cough, is not very suitable for women to go, especially at night. It's fine to go during the day, but at night, only we can go." Giving Jiang Hai a look that every man understands, Louis Cazade said with a smile.
Hearing his laughter, Jidard Mode couldn't help but spit secretly; men really didn't have any good things.
As for the three CIA people there, they showed very satisfied smiles. As for Bell Lester, he was also very curious. Only Connerson Peters had no reaction, because in his mind, he might be a bit slow to react to this aspect of things.
"Oh, I see. However, I have some doubts. Don't we need to worry about the Italian Gray Gang if we go there?" Gently tapping the table, Jiang Hai listened to Louis Cazade's words and actually wanted to go and see, but he didn't want to cause any trouble. You know, he was going to Antarctica the day after tomorrow. If he caused any trouble now and affected his plan, it would be more than the gain. So he still felt it was better to ask clearly.
"Gray Gang? Haha, maybe Jidard and these people are more afraid of them. After all, they are just a branch. But with me and you here, it would be strange if those Gray Gang members dared to jump around!" Those Italian Gray Gangs are actually, to put it bluntly, just some organized Gray Gangs.
Giving these people a hundred guts, they wouldn't dare to contend with the CIA, which represents the dignity of the United States. It would be good if they didn't come to find trouble with these people; would they dare to come and find trouble with them instead? Louis Cazade, as a member of the power faction, was not to be trifled with.
"Alright, then let's go and see!" Since it was determined that there would be no danger, Jiang Hai said, raising his eyebrows.
Hearing Jiang Hai say they could go, the others naturally didn't care. After Azalina rolled her eyes at Jiang Hai, she returned to the room. Such a place was not for her to go. It would be boring for her to go, and it would be easy to cause trouble.
So let Jiang Hai and the others go and play. With Louis Cazade there, there shouldn't be any problems. (To be continued.)
Night Tour of La Boca
La Boca, or "boca" as it's known locally, is Buenos Aires' old port and historic district.
It's famous for three places: Tango Street, Bar and Coffee Street, and the Argentine football club, Boca Juniors, founded in 1905. Yes, most football fans know this team; they are a formidable force in South America.
After dinner, Jiang Hai and his group drove two MPVs to this district. Upon entering, the first thing that struck them were the colorful houses. To be honest, it's rare to see such vibrant houses. It would probably look even better during the day. Luis Cazard also explained to Jiang Hai why the area was like this.
Originally, this area was for dockworkers and sailors, most of whom came from Spain and later Italy, which is evident from the European-style houses they built.
To save money back then, ships had to be painted regularly to prevent the paint from peeling off and exposing the metal, which would be corroded by seawater. So, whether a ship was in use or not, it basically had to be repainted every few months to remain operational, especially in the early 20th century. However, paint always had to be bought in excess, never just enough to run out.
So, these dockworkers and sailors would take the leftover paint home and apply it to their houses and the streets. Gradually, the houses here became colorful: blue, pink, green, red, yellow, and even multi-colored. If you visited during the day, all the shops would be open.
In front of almost every shop, there would be vendors selling Boca Juniors cards, or postcards of football stars like Messi and Maradona, or other football-related merchandise.
And during the day, there would be many beautifully dressed dancers, wearing simple clothes, standing on the street.
These women weren't there to solicit customers, but specifically for photos and dancing. For twenty US dollars, you could touch their thighs and make some very... *cough*, gentlemanly? poses, then have your companions take pictures.
Of course, there were some no-go zones and certain unmentionable areas on their upper bodies that were off-limits.
Recently, Argentina's economic situation has been very bad, truly terrible. In 2012, 1 US dollar was equal to 4.4 Argentine pesos, but today it's 15.5, nearly quadrupling. Inflation and currency devaluation have caused Argentina's domestic economy to decline daily. Massive unemployment and rising prices mean that while Argentina isn't exactly in a state of destitution, life is quite difficult. The wealth gap is unusually large. The average monthly income in Buenos Aires is 20,000 Argentine pesos, which is about 9,000 RMB. From Jiang Hai's perspective, this is certainly more than enough.
Not many people in China can earn 10,000 RMB a month.
However, prices here are high, and the population is large. In a developing country, don't expect free education or healthcare. This isn't America or Europe, and pension incomes aren't high either.
Furthermore, there's no family planning here. Because the territory is not small, Argentine families typically have three or four children. Until these children grow up, the pressure of life is considerable.
However, the public security in Argentina has always been quite good, primarily due to the habits of its people.
Argentina is quite different from Brazil. Since it was colonized, life here has always been prosperous.
Argentina has long had a tradition of "hiding wealth among the people"; a hundred years ago, its economic strength was among the top three in the world.
It's like spring all year round here, so soybeans and other grains, as well as cattle and sheep, grow all year. The land is fertile, and mineral resources are abundant. It's truly a very good place. After Argentina gained independence, the Peronists in power were also willing to let the people prosper, collecting extremely low taxes, which greatly eased social conflicts at the time and invested more money into the public.
This is how Argentinians developed the habit of dancing when they're bored, playing football when they feel like it, and letting the day pass by.
It can be said that people here are rarely violent, unlike places like the Soviet Union where fights break out at the slightest disagreement. Such incidents are not common in Argentina, which is a very laid-back city.
So, even though money has inflated fourfold in just four years, social pressure isn't high, and people still enjoy earning money with a smile.
Similarly, like Brazil, Argentinians have two extreme views on gender relations.
One is traditional: in some traditional small towns, if you're married and seek out certain professional women, they won't do business with you. If you try to find a mistress, you won't be able to buy anything locally; this is outright scorn. But in some non-traditional areas, certain professions are particularly well-developed.
A few days ago, there was a viral news story about a father selling his twelve-year-old daughter into a special profession, and the court ruled that the sale was valid because it was made by a guardian—that's the reality.
In Brazil and Argentina, certain female special service groups are quite large. Not only are there all kinds of women, but more often, they are minors—twelve, fourteen, sixteen years old. As long as you're willing to pay, you can find any age.
Secondly, transvestites and transsexuals also have a considerable market here. So, if you want to play here, knowing what you're getting into is key. Don't wait until you're about to "mount your horse" only to find the other party also has a "long spear"; that would be awkward... Jiang Hai doesn't know if Luis Cazard and his group have such hobbies, but Jiang Hai certainly doesn't.
And Luis Cazard, knowing Jiang Hai's preferences, would certainly not take him to such places.
As he introduced the area to Jiang Hai, the two cars drove into the bar and coffee street of La Boca. Once inside, you'd find it somewhat resembled a certain street in Amsterdam, Netherlands. Scantily clad and alluring women, heavily made up, stood in two rows along the street—plump or slender, all kinds were there. According to Luis Cazard, these women were the lowest tier, a quickie for ten US dollars, and if you wanted to stay overnight, you'd negotiate, but it generally wouldn't exceed fifty US dollars.
Behind these women, in the display windows of some shops, there were also women standing or sitting, striking alluring poses. They were prettier than those on the street, and these were the high-end goods.
Basically, a session would start at fifty US dollars, with prices going much higher, hundreds, even thousands of US dollars.
Listening to Luis Cazard's introduction, Belle Leicester and the three CIA agents kept scanning their eyes outside. The three CIA agents mostly looked at those standing on the street, occasionally glancing at the ones in the display windows.
After all, American civil servants don't have too much money, and while they're spending their own money here, they can't go too wild.
However, Belle was looking at the display windows. Are you kidding? Jiang Hai pays him over a million a year. Besides giving some money to his parents, he doesn't have a wife or children now. He spends hundreds of dollars playing in Winthrop and Boston. How could he shortchange himself now that he's here? He knew he was coming here, so before leaving, he specifically withdrew five thousand US dollars in cash from an ATM. He intended to have a great time tonight.
Because the Argentine peso has been depreciating, US dollars are even more popular here than their local currency.
"We've arrived!" Just as these four guys were scanning around, Jiang Hai and his group arrived in front of a rather retro, giant building. These huge European-style buildings were also a product of Argentina's "sudden wealth."
But no matter what, they still look magnificent now, at least on the surface, immediately giving the impression of a high-class place. At this time, many people were queuing in front of this building.
Jiang Hai had been to nightclubs before, so he naturally knew this was also a nightclub rule, but it had nothing to do with him and his group.
After parking the car, Luis Cazard didn't queue. He directly led Jiang Hai and his group inside. The people at the entrance either had been notified or knew who Luis Cazard was, so they didn't dare to stop them.
And so, Luis Cazard, accompanied by Jiang Hai, his three subordinates, and his own three men—a total of seven people—entered the bar. Jiang Hai originally disliked nightclubs because they were too noisy, but after entering this time, he felt a bit confused. Although this seemingly large nightclub was quiet at the moment, there were some shouts and curses.
"Something happened?" Jiang Hai looked at Luis Cazard in confusion, and seeing no reaction from him, he slowly walked further inside. Before long, they entered the main hall. The layout of the hall was like a typical nightclub: a huge stage, and then a straight stage, a T-shaped stage, dividing the crowd into two sections.
In the gaze of these people, a huge television was placed directly in front of the stage, showing a football match. Everyone here wasn't playing; they were just watching the screen in front of them. Men and women, old and young, and even the waiters and strippers, were all holding towels and shouting loudly. Seeing this fervent scene, Jiang Hai couldn't help but curl his lip. Is a nightclub for you to watch a game? Are you kidding me? (To be continued.)
South American Specialty
"Oh, it's the match between Boca and River Plate. No wonder so many people are watching," Louis Cazade said with a smile after glancing at the screen. South America and Europe are truly the realms of football.
People in every region have different preferences for sports. For example, Chinese people love table tennis; it is our national sport. Of course, besides table tennis, there are plenty of people who like other sports too.
Basketball, football, and the like have quite a following back home, but when it comes to the national sport, it has to be table tennis.
In the United States, there is a serious polarization. Younger people who are a bit more violent, and Black people, prefer American football. One has to admit that watching American football can be even more blood-pumping than watching combat sports.
Meanwhile, some business elites prefer baseball. Originally, these business elites controlled the vast wealth of the United States.
That is why, at one point in time, the number one sport in the United States referred to baseball, not American football.
However, with the developments over the last few years, American football has taken a massive lead in the United States.
In terms of influence in the United States, American football is an existence that can barely be matched even if you add baseball, basketball, and ice hockey together.
In Europe and South America, it is naturally the world of football. The popularity of football in Europe is mainly because their leagues are popular. Although there are basketball leagues in Europe that have been gradually developing recently, when it comes to sports, football is their lifeblood. That is why they call football the world's number one sport. South America doesn't have such a great league atmosphere.
But football is their stepping stone to changing their destiny. Everyone here knows that as long as they have the talent to play football, they can leave South America, go to Europe, obtain other nationalities, and make a fortune. This temptation is undeniably huge.
Because in their eyes, this is their way out. They are not content with mediocrity, so they must achieve results.
Therefore, they will be like wolves, seizing every opportunity and every training session to reach their inner goals.
Precisely because of this, the sport of football is really popular in South America. Almost any uncle on the street can easily juggle a ball ten or eight times, and if Jiang Hai hadn't obtained the Dragon Ball, he probably would have topped out at three or four.
However, looking at these people's madness, Louis Cazade didn't care; he wasn't interested in these things.
So, the group just went upstairs and sat in a booth. The waiter who led them up said a few words to them before shifting his gaze to the TV in the distance; it was clear that watching TV was more important to him than earning tips.
However, Louis Cazade knew that people here were just like this, so he didn't mind and picked up the menu to order.
Coming here, one naturally had to drink. After ordering some foreign liquor and two dozen beers, he ordered some snacks and left it at that.
The waiter over there, after noting down these items, looked at Louis Cazade, signaling with his eyes: "Is that all?"
"Call Serona here. The rest of the money isn't for you to take." Seeing his expression, Louis Cazade smiled and waved his hand. The waiter immediately retreated. Since he could call out that name, these people were certainly not someone he could make money off of. Not long after he retreated, a big fat man walked in from outside.
This big fat man looked like a Jew; he didn't look like a pure Caucasian man, and naturally, he wasn't Black. If one had to describe it, his skin tone might be close to that of an Indian person. He wasn't tall, just over 1.6 meters, with a beard, deep-set eyes, and a protruding belly. He wore a large gold chain around his neck, and on his ten fingers, eight were wearing large gold rings. That large gold watch looked a circle thicker than Jiang Hai's Patek Philippe, though it was unclear what brand it was.
As soon as the big fat man walked in, he grinned and laughed out loud, revealing his several large gold teeth.
"Hahahaha, so it's Mr. Cazade who has come to play! Welcome, welcome! Tonight's drinks are on me. Everyone, have a good time!" looking at Louis Cazade in front of him, the big man said loudly.
"No need. We are just here to spend money. Calling you over is to have you pick out a few decent goods for us. You know what I mean." Unfortunately, Louis Cazade didn't pay him any mind, waving his hand and speaking quite grandly.
As a person in charge of a local power faction of the CIA, arriving in Argentina, he certainly didn't need to give anyone face.
"Uh, hahahaha, I understand. You gentlemen are here to spend money; that goes without saying. Whatever requests you big brothers have, just tell me directly, and I guarantee you'll be satisfied." Hearing Louis Cazade so bluntly slap his face, he didn't mind. It was clear this hadn't happened just once or twice. He still spoke with a wild laugh.
"This person is called Serona Ben Radic. He specializes in managing those professional women in this area. He is considered the middleman between the government and the Italians. All professional women have to pay taxes to him, so when coming here to play, finding him to pick people is the right move." Hearing his words, Louis Cazade didn't care; instead, he leaned over to Jiang Hai's side and introduced him to Jiang Hai.
Hearing his words, Jiang Hai also sized up the person in front of him. This guy really was a bastard...
"This big brother looks like today's honored guest. I wonder what your requirements are?" Seeing that Louis Cazade had to ask Jiang Hai first, Serona here was no fool and naturally knew that Jiang Hai was the VIP, so he first asked Jiang Hai with a smile.
"Hmm, introduce yourself first. This is my first time here." Hearing his words, Jiang Hai asked him.
"It is mainly divided into three categories: normal ones, which are women, you understand; there are also ladyboys and transgender people; animals are also possible, it just depends on your preferences..." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Serona said with a smile.
"Normal, normal..." However, before he could finish, Jiang Hai waved his hand directly. What the hell were those last three types?
"Normal women, there are plenty of those. You tell me, whatever kind you want, I can find. Up to sixty, down to twelve years old, wives, women, students, models, even minor celebrities—as long as you bosses give the word, anything is possible." Hearing Jiang Hai say "normal," Serona laughed. It seemed Jiang Hai and his group didn't look like people with such heavy tastes.
"Pretty ones will do, don't make them too old." After thinking for a moment, Jiang Hai really didn't know how to pick. He was just an ordinary person; he couldn't come up with any fancy requests. After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Louis Cazade smiled and gestured to Serona, then waved his hand, and Serona left with a smile.
"Mr. Jiang, arriving in Argentina, one naturally has to try the local specialties. You should know that some services here are illegal in your country, or in our country." As he spoke, Louis Cazade winked at Jiang Hai. Seeing his gaze, Jiang Hai felt a faint throb in his heart. It wouldn't be anything strange, would it...?
Specialty? He had said he wanted to find normal women. That guy wouldn't go and find him some ladyboys or something, would he? How disgusting. He wasn't gay, and even if a man looked just like a woman, he was still a man, wasn't he?
Fortunately, Serona didn't make Jiang Hai wait too long. Before long, the waiter brought the drinks up first, and then he brought a group of women up. When these people came up, Jiang Hai couldn't help but frown.
Sure enough, although he hadn't found any ladyboys or transgender people for Jiang Hai, what he brought up was a group of young girls. These young girls were really young, looking like they were only about fourteen or fifteen years old. They weren't wearing overly mature clothes; instead, they were basically all wearing football jerseys, from various teams. Their hair was a bit messy, but their faces were very clean. With big eyes wide open, they just stood there, looking at Jiang Hai and the others quietly.
There weren't many vulgar actions on them, and their eyes appeared very clear. Looking at these young girls, Jiang Hai was stunned.
"This is the specialty?" Pointing at these young girls, to be honest, Jiang Hai couldn't accept it now, and his tone turned a bit cold.
"Hehe, this gentleman, this is indeed considered a specialty of Argentina—oh no, the entire South America. You also know that the wealth gap here is quite large. Large cities like Buenos Aires are fine, but in some remote areas, people find it very difficult to support themselves. Added to the existence of the Silver Triangle, many remote areas, especially places bordering Peru and Brazil, have people living in great hardship. And in our country, people have children as they please; basically, every family has three or more children, so you understand..." Serona was naturally very good at reading people. Seeing that Jiang Hai was somewhat dissatisfied, he leaned over and said to Jiang Hai with a smile, while Louis Cazade also smiled and took a sip of his drink.
"Such things are very common in South America. After girls start their periods at twelve, some poor people will sell their children. The majority are sold into places like this, and some are sold into wealthy households. This way, they can receive a sum of money while the family has one less mouth to feed. And after they are sold, they get new clothes to wear, can eat delicious food, and can even subsidize their family with the money they earn. It can be said that they are all very willing to do this, and the government also protects them. They won't be easily beaten or scolded, and everything is based on willingness..." Looking at Jiang Hai, Louis Cazade said with a smile.
Hearing his words, Jiang Hai didn't know how to refute it. This really was a "specialty"... (To be continued.)
Thanks for the Hospitality
Listening to Celona and Louis Cazade, Jiang Hai was momentarily at a loss for words.
Because he truly didn't know what to say. He wasn't some saint or a member of a child protection organization. This was a matter of one being willing to hit and the other willing to be hit, and it was even led by the local government. What power did he have to intervene?
In South America, the issue of underage... that sort of thing is rampant. Along some highways, you often see young girls flagging down cars. They offer special services. They get in the car, and while it's driving, they provide the service. After finishing, they take the money, get out, and walk back.
This is their job. Of course, accidents happen. For instance, drivers not paying, getting set up, or even some girls being killed. International media has reported this hundreds of times, but it's still useless. These people will still exist because, first, it's voluntary. If they don't do this, they'd starve or get beaten because they contribute nothing to their families. The government can't take them in, so they can only live at home. Living at home means contributing to the family. That's the mindset in South America.
So, over the years, many children have been sold into the cities. However, the imagined scenes of forced buying and selling, inhumane acts, are rare here. There's no forcing the good into prostitution; these people come willingly. They can leave their impoverished mountain areas, come to the city, rely on their bodies without needing any skills, earn a lot of money, wear beautiful new clothes, and even receive an education. They quite like this life. One has to admit, this value system is completely opposite to Jiang Hai's.
But think about it, wasn't it the same in ancient China?
Wives, concubines, maidservants for intimate service... there were naturally many intricacies. Suffering among the poor was worse than being sold as a concubine to a wealthy family. That was considered a happy outcome. One must admit, people's values are indeed quite different.
Hearing Louis Cazade and Celona, Jiang Hai fell silent. Since he couldn't change it, he couldn't be bothered to say anything.
"You two, come sit by Mr. Jiang and keep him good company." Seeing Jiang Hai fall silent, Louis Cazade smiled and spoke to the two girls who looked slightly older. Then, the two girls ran over with smiles, full of youthful vitality, and sat closely on either side of Jiang Hai, pressing against him.
Seeing Jiang Hai didn't object, the others also chose their favorites.
Once everyone had chosen, Celona over there also left. After he left, the atmosphere in the small private room grew increasingly lively. Originally, Jiang Hai was calmly drinking, but these two girls had no intention of being calm.
"Sir, your hands are so big!" "Sir, your muscles are so hard!" Whether it was their natural disposition or they were accustomed to this life, sitting beside Jiang Hai, they soon started using their hands all over him. They actively rubbed their underdeveloped certain parts against Jiang Hai's arms, and their hands roamed over his body. Even taking advantage of Jiang Hai's inattention, they sneakily attacked a certain indescribable area, leaving Jiang Hai stunned.
"Hey, how old are you two now?" Looking at the two girls beside him, Jiang Hai asked somewhat helplessly.
"I'm fifteen this year," hearing Jiang Hai's words, the girl on the left replied in slightly stiff English.
"I'm also fifteen this year," after organizing her words, the other girl said to Jiang Hai.
"Fifteen... third year of junior high, sigh, I can't bring myself to do it! Don't you want to go to school? Don't you miss your parents?" Hearing them, Jiang Hai sighed and asked somewhat puzzledly. According to Chinese law, fifteen would land you in jail.
"We are studying now. In Buenos Aires, there are many girls like us. It's like this all over the country; there's nothing anyone can do." The girl on the left, whose English was probably better, smiled and responded after Jiang Hai finished.
"As for parents, to be honest, I don't really miss them. My home is in Corrientes, bordering Paraguay. In Paraguay, the legal marriage age is fourteen. Someone my age in Paraguay is basically already married, sometimes even earlier. Luckily, I'm in Argentina, but my family isn't well-off either. I have four siblings, five including me. My eldest sister, two years ago at thirteen, was soliciting by the highway and never came back. I didn't want to end up like my sister, so when people from the brothel came to our village recruiting, I volunteered. The life here now is very happy for me." Looking at Jiang Hai, the girl on the left spoke cheerfully.
Hearing her words, Jiang Hai sighed. This was the social norm of this country; what more could he say?
Perhaps her family, the previous generation, the generation before that, and the one before that, all came this way. Anything Jiang Hai wanted to say would be useless. Just as Jiang Hai was sighing with emotion, he suddenly felt something soft in his hand.
Turning his head, he saw the other girl, whose English wasn't good, had already lifted her jersey and pressed Jiang Hai's palm against her just-developing, indescribable part.
Feeling the softness in his hand, Jiang Hai was completely stunned. Seeing Jiang Hai's dumbfounded expression, both girls laughed. For them, this was just their daily routine. Here, they could study, earn money, not fear hunger or cold. The only requirement was using their bodies to please men. For them, this wasn't difficult.
"Boss, let's go take a bath over there!" Seeing Jiang Hai stunned, the girl with better English said with a smile.
"Alright..." Seeing them so proactive and without a trace of coercion, Jiang Hai sighed. Since that was the case, he wouldn't play the villain. He had just heard that these girls earned money based on how much service they provided. Out of that money, a fixed 1,500 pesos, about 10 US dollars, had to be given to Celona.
The rest depended on their ability. Taking money for nothing wasn't allowed in this line of work. You had to do certain things to earn certain amounts because they also feared clients complaining afterward, which would cost them their jobs here. Jiang Hai could only chuckle wryly at this...
Following the two girls, Jiang Hai left the private room and went directly to a nearby elevator. The elevator went to the fourth floor. After getting off, they led Jiang Hai into a room resembling a bathhouse. Jiang Hai hadn't been a saint in the past.
Naturally, he had played around with this too, especially after the popularity of the movie 'Journey to the West,' many bathhouses in China started offering this.
After entering the room, the two girls immediately took off their clothes—jerseys, shorts, socks—and threw them on a nearby rack. Actually, they didn't usually dress like this; it was because there was a game today.
Seeing them undress, they turned to help Jiang Hai take off his clothes.
"Sir, can I lick you?" After taking off Jiang Hai's top, the girl with poorer English asked.
"Do as you please. I think you're quite pitiful too. Try to help me spend as much money as possible." Hearing the girl, Jiang Hai sighed. Perhaps all he could do was let these girls earn a bit more money.
Hearing Jiang Hai's words, both girls' eyes lit up. Then, that girl immediately kissed Jiang Hai's upper body. Whether Jiang Hai's upper body is allowed to be described or not, let's gloss over it here. The girl's inexperienced tongue kept sliding, the sensation indeed somewhat different. The other girl sped up removing Jiang Hai's lower garments.
Although Jiang Hai kept saying he couldn't bring himself to touch young girls, men being men, a little teasing inevitably leads to raising the flag.
When the girl with better English saw the flagpole, she couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Wow, that's amazing!" Hearing her exclamation, the girl who had been licking two indescribable areas on Jiang Hai's upper body also looked down and uttered a phrase. Then, she stopped with the upper part. Both knelt down, looking at the object before them, licking their lips. The girl with better English immediately lowered her head, taking it all in, while the other assisted, stimulating Jiang Hai's senses. Jiang Hai was quite experienced, after all, with so many women in established relationships.
But these two young girls before him gave him a different kind of stimulation. This time, it only lasted about twenty minutes before Jiang Hai finished, and the two girls didn't leave a drop, consuming all the protein.
"That was really amazing. We can use it for a long time." Seeing the flagpole still standing tall after the first encounter, both girls said with shining eyes. Hearing them, Jiang Hai smiled helplessly. Was he becoming more and more perverted?
But before he could start self-reflecting, the two girls had already pulled him over to a large Jacuzzi in the distance. The water they had started filling when they entered was now full. After having Jiang Hai lie down in it, the two girls also lay down on either side. As for their hands and eyes, they never left something resembling a flagpole. (To be continued.)
Tierra del Fuego
"Hmm, it's already this time..." Jiang Hai glanced groggily at the watch on the bedside table, patted his head, and sat up from the bed. Looking at the two naked girls curled up on either side of him, his large hand couldn't help but gently pat their bottoms. They had really been able to go at it last night.
It had to be admitted, young girls' stamina was indeed good. People said women in their thirties were like wolves, and in their forties like tigers. That was because in their teens, girls back home hadn't really awakened yet. In their twenties, there was still some shyness. By their thirties, no longer shy, the demand skyrocketed. But these girls here had no such process of shyness.
Although they weren't old hands at these things, they were very curious. They wanted to experience every position, every process. Plus, Jiang Hai had said not to worry about his wallet, so they had played wildly last night.
Mouth, front, back, hands, even tightly embracing each other—Jiang Hai had even managed to finish once using the outside of the two girls in ways that couldn't be described. They had tried pretty much every kind of play imaginable. Even with Jiang Hai's physical fitness, he had fallen asleep, let alone them. So now, even as Jiang Hai patted them, they showed no signs of waking.
Shaking his head, Jiang Hai went to take a shower, then left enough dollars behind before getting dressed and leaving.
By the time he left the room, the surroundings were already very quiet. Taking the elevator down to the first floor, he found it long deserted, with only a few workers cleaning up. Jiang Hai didn't mind and went straight to the parking lot.
Arriving there, he found Connerson Peters had already been waiting for a while.
Connerson really wasn't that interested in women, but he wasn't some clueless virgin either.
So he had also stayed here last night, though he woke up earlier. Seeing Jiang Hai come out, he stood up and followed by his side. Jiang Hai noticed the others hadn't emerged yet, so he wasn't in a hurry. He first went to a nearby shop for breakfast. While eating, Bell Lester, Louis Cazade, and the others came out one after another.
They say there are four bonds among men. Originally, Jiang Hai thought Louis Cazade was a pretty lousy guy. Even though he had specifically learned Chinese for him, Jiang Hai still disliked him. But now, his opinion had somewhat changed.
After all, having played together, they could be considered buddies. So this morning, Jiang Hai even specially treated him to breakfast.
As for last night's alcohol bill, naturally, Jiang Hai paid. As for what each person owed individually, they paid their own shares.
There was a custom about this. No matter how close the buddies, you didn't treat for this kind of thing. Of course, Jiang Hai wasn't sure who said it, but he believed it. As for why, he really wasn't too clear either.
After the six of them finished breakfast, they drove back to the hotel. Once at the hotel, things were naturally fine on Jiang Hai's end.
After all, Azalina and the others wouldn't bother Jiang Hai over this kind of thing.
After resting a bit at the hotel, Jiang Hai and the others went out for a spin today, properly touring Buenos Aires. In the evening, they had a good meal of beef and seafood at a recommended restaurant, rested overnight, and the next morning, they were all packed and ready to go. Louis Cazade and his group were leaving with them.
In the morning, the group arrived at the airport. This time, their target was Antarctica. Naturally, they couldn't go directly from Buenos Aires. Their destination this time was Tierra del Fuego.
Tierra del Fuego, known as the land closest to Antarctica, is located at the southernmost tip of South America, with an area of about 48,700 square kilometers.
To be honest, in the earliest times, this place wasn't very popular because the environment was terrible.
Apart from glaciers, there were swamps and such, making it almost uninhabitable. But since global awareness expanded, many countries had set their sights on this place, as it was the outpost to Antarctica.
In the 19th century, around the 1800s, during the Great Liberation of South America, most South American countries declared independence within that century. After liberation, the major powers scrambled for territory.
Although Tierra del Fuego had nothing and was unsuitable for human habitation, Chile and Argentina still fought several battles over it.
But in the end, they both felt it wasn't quite worth it. So in 1881, the two countries demarcated their borders here. The eastern part belonged to Argentina, the western part to Chile. Argentina got two-thirds.
Now, Chile was almost driven mad by that decision. Back then, it seemed like this place had nothing—just glacial lakes, swamps, small patches of grassland next to forests. It really wasn't a great place.
But now, the richness of resources here astonished everyone. Proven iron ore reserves were 65 billion tons, ranking second in the world. Don't be fooled by it being just an island; its resource abundance was outrageous!
How to describe it? In 1999, China's total proven national iron ore reserves were 45.8 billion tons. This little island had 20 billion tons more than China's total. Moreover, of China's 45.8 billion tons, some deposits were too small to be viable for development; only 21.2 billion tons were exploitable. That's a difference of over 40 billion tons from this island.
You could say this island alone equaled one and a half times China's iron production. And that wasn't all. The reserves of uranium, bauxite, and manganese here ranked third in the world. Coal reserves were 23 billion tons, oil reserves 3.6 billion barrels, natural gas 133 billion cubic meters. Hydropower resources went without saying—surrounded by sea. There were also forest resources, grassland resources...
You could say, apart from being a bit cold, this place was a perfect treasure land.
Of course, Jiang Hai had no particular feelings about this place. For him, it was just a stopover.
Argentina's Tierra del Fuego Province is equivalent to a state. Its capital, Ushuaia, is a small city of only thirty thousand people.
It officially opened in 1960. And every year around this time, the Southern Hemisphere's summer, tourists from all over the world flock here, as people are quite interested in seeing Antarctica with their own eyes.
Jiang Hai and his group's target was also here. After arriving, they would take an icebreaker directly to Antarctica, land at the US monitoring station there, and then venture deep into the Antarctic interior.
Getting off the plane at Tierra del Fuego, Jiang Hai immediately felt the climate was completely different from Buenos Aires.
Because it was actually hotter here than in Buenos Aires. No helping it—it was Antarctica's summer, after all.
After disembarking, they checked into a fairly nice hotel in Ushuaia. Since this was the outpost to Antarctica, and those who could afford to go to Antarctica basically had money to spare, the hotel prices were high, and naturally, the Supporting facilities were also good. Jiang Hai and the others spent a night here without incident.
No one came to bother Jiang Hai and his group, and they didn't go out to play or anything. They simply spent a calm night. Early the next morning, Louis Cazade had already arranged the icebreaker, and they boarded the ship.
This icebreaker wasn't small, but its facilities certainly couldn't compare to those luxurious cruise ships.
Fortunately, Louis Cazade was competent enough. The ship he found was decent. The passenger cabins were divided into three sections.
One section was for the ship's own crew, captain, etc. There was also a large compartment with three rooms, prepared for the CIA people. Another large compartment, also with three rooms, was prepared for Jiang Hai and his group.
Once on board, since Jiang Hai owned a fishery, his people had no trouble adapting. But those who often went to sea knew that once out on the ocean, there was really nothing to see—it got quite boring.
It was the same on this ship. Because it was summer, there weren't even glaciers on the sea surface, so nothing much to look at.
So after staying out for a while, Jiang Hai and the others returned to their cabins. Naturally, once back, they checked their weapons. At lunchtime, they went to eat.
The distance from Tierra del Fuego to Antarctica was eight hundred kilometers. This ship was relatively fast, at 20 knots per hour, roughly 37 kilometers per hour. That meant even maintaining this speed, it would take twenty-two hours to arrive.
Moreover, the closer the ship got to Antarctica, the slower it would go because of floating ice or shallow reefs underwater.
So according to Louis Cazade, it would take about a day and a bit to reach Antarctica.
Jiang Hai and the others didn't mind. After having lunch and dinner on the ship, they returned to their respective rooms to sleep.
But early the next morning, Jiang Hai felt a piercingly cold wind blowing on him. Opening his eyes, he saw Azalina, Galina, and Wallis Shelley curled up together in his arms, shivering from the cold. Touching the edge of the bed, which had felt merely cool when they set out, it was now icy to the touch.
"Looks like we're almost there!" Picking up the thermometer on the table, the temperature had plummeted to around 2 degrees Celsius. Although still above freezing, it was quite cold. Seeing this, Jiang Hai first woke the three women and had them put on clothes to sleep in. Then he went out to wake Bell Lester and Connerson, as well as Little Yellow and Little White in another room, having prepared jackets for them in advance. Soon after everyone was fully geared up, the sky outside began to lighten with the first hint of dawn...(To be continued.)
Arriving at the South Pole
Twenty-some hours passed very quickly. After Jiang Hai and the others woke up, washed their faces, brushed their teeth, and had some breakfast, they went back out to see fragments of ice floating past on the distant sea level from time to time.
However, unlike the Antarctic 'winter,' it was summer here, so there wasn't much ice. Instead, there was a lot of exposed land and rock visible on some small islands in the distance.
Looking out with his sharp vision, Jiang Hai saw many sea birds, seals, and similar creatures on those barren islands.
Among them were many penguins. It was currently their breeding season. Besides the black and white penguins, there were also many grey-feathered ones; they looked quite interesting from a distance.
"Once you get ashore, you'll realize how annoying these guys are." Although the others didn't have Jiang Hai's eyesight, they were also watching through binoculars. Seeing Jiang Hai and his group's reactions, the captain nearby couldn't help but speak up with a laugh.
Although Jiang Hai and the others didn't understand what he meant yet, they could tell from his words that these penguins and seals were probably no good. As the ship drew closer to the Antarctic continent, Jiang Hai and the others felt the Antarctic winter.
Since they were currently by the sea, the temperature wasn't extremely cold, around two or three degrees below zero. However, the sea breeze was exceptionally chilling. Fortunately, Jiang Hai and his people were already used to the temperatures at his fishery, but the CIA people were starting to struggle.
The three team members were fine; they spent their days exposed to the elements and could handle it, wearing thick combat uniforms and tactical vests while holding their guns. However, Louis Cazade and Jidard Mode couldn't take it. After watching from outside for a while, they returned to the cabin first. Whether they went to get warm or how they did so, Jiang Hai and the others didn't know. Standing on the ship and feeling the biting north wind, the silhouette of a research station soon appeared in the distance. Almost all the world's major powers have scientific research stations in Antarctica.
Among them, Soviet Russia has the most, which is a result of the Cold War era. Back then, Soviet Russia was constantly competing with the United States for the position of global leader; whatever you did, I would do something to counter it. Soviet Russia was truly powerful at that time.
Unfortunately, while Soviet Russia's heavy industry was extremely developed, its light industry was truly lacking, almost non-existent.
At that time, almost all light industrial products were imported from China. In the Far East of Soviet Russia, specifically the Siberia region, people of Jiang Hai's generation have heard stories of their parents' generation often taking trains to the border to trade Chinese light industrial products for gold or other valuables.
A relative of Fu Yuan's was in that business back then. Once, after finishing a trade, he happened to see someone selling Caucasian Shepherd Dog puppies. At that time, such a dog was worth several hundred yuan in China. So, he used a piece of clothing worth fifty yuan to trade for two pups. He sold one and gave the other to Fu Yuan's family to raise.
Jiang Hai and the others all knew about this. It was precisely because they only developed heavy industry and neglected light industry that as the world gradually became more peaceful, the primary products of Soviet Russia's heavy industry—weapons and such—couldn't be sold anymore.
Then, after being set up by the United States, Soviet Russia was finished and subsequently collapsed. However, the things inherited from that previous era are still quite impressive. Currently, Soviet Russia has eight research stations in Antarctica, the most of any nation.
Next is the United States with five, followed by China with four. Generally speaking, the first place Antarctic tourists land is Half Moon Island, where Argentina's Camara Base is located. However, Jiang Hai wasn't here for tourism, so they went directly to the American research station. The large ship slowly docked at the bridge outside the station, and Jiang Hai and the others prepared to disembark. As they did, the crew of the ship was also preparing to get off.
"Are you going to wait for us here?" Jiang Hai asked with some confusion, looking at them.
"Of course. That CIA official paid for the round trip. There aren't many fish right now anyway, so it's better if I wait for you. Besides, there's plenty of entertainment here." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, the captain gave a lewd laugh. Seeing his smile, Jiang Hai was puzzled; what kind of entertainment could there be in this world of ice and snow?
He shook his head. Since these people weren't leaving, it saved Jiang Hai some trouble later. Carrying his belongings, Jiang Hai stepped off the ship. Between the ship and the research station was an area of exposed ground where large groups of penguins and seals resided.
The seals were somewhat more alert; seeing the ship approach from a distance, most of them huddled together and dove into the freezing seawater. Although they didn't swim away, they watched the people on the ship from the shoreline. If these people showed any intent to attack, they would immediately dive and escape. The penguins, however, were much stupider. In truth, no one really hunts penguins anyway.
Firstly, because there are so many of them, and secondly, because they truly have no value to speak of.
Penguin skin is really not suitable for making clothes or similar items because, despite their appearance, the 'fur' on their skin is actually feathers... and not necessarily better than duck or goose feathers. Who would go through all the trouble of coming to Antarctica just to kill these creatures?
Secondly, there's the meat. Perhaps to withstand the cold, they are entirely made of fat. In ancient times, these mobile blocks of fat might have been very popular with commoners, but who would eat them now?
This is the reality. So, in Antarctica alone, there are 120 million of them; they have absolutely nothing to do with being endangered or at high risk. A single seal in Antarctica can eat fifteen penguins a day, so there really aren't that many of them. After getting off the ship, Jiang Hai learned the first reason why penguins are annoying... because they stink! When they were on the ship, they were far away, and the wind was blowing from south to north since it was summer, so Jiang Hai hadn't smelled it yet. The moment he stepped off the ship, he felt like he had entered a chicken farm... Like most birds, penguins have no fixed place to defecate; they just go wherever they want. From a distance, you couldn't see it clearly, but up close, there was bird droppings everywhere... That stench, combined with the fishy smell of the sea, almost made Jiang Hai gag. Even his subordinates were struggling to hold it in.
Fortunately, these people were all battle-hardened veterans. Whether it was Azalina or Bell, they were quite strong. Connerson Peters used to be an underground fighter; he could handle the smell of human waste mixed with blood in the ring, let alone bird droppings, so he didn't react much. Among the CIA people, the three soldiers naturally didn't care, but the woman Jidard Mode and Louis Cazade were hit by the breeze and immediately began to vomit.
Once they had adapted slightly, the group finally covered their noses and walked out of that area, entering the American research station in the distance. As they walked in, they saw a fat man holding a beer, looking at Jiang Hai and the others with a smile.
His eyes lit up particularly when he saw the four women accompanying the team.
"Welcome, welcome! Come in, please," the man said with a beaming face, smiling at Jiang Hai and the others.
"This is Dr. Westan Karl, the head of this research station." Seeing how enthusiastic the man was, Louis Cazade, who had just recovered in the back, took a deep breath, walked forward, and introduced him to Jiang Hai.
"Hello, Doctor." Hearing that he was the person in charge here, Jiang Hai frowned. His sixth sense told him this guy definitely had no good intentions, especially given how he had just looked at the three girls beside him. But since this was his territory, Jiang Hai still reached out and shook his hand.
"This is Mr. Jiang Hai. He's the one who wants to take a look inside Antarctica. We'll be staying here for one night and leaving tomorrow morning." As Jiang Hai shook hands, Louis Cazade also introduced him.
Hearing this, the doctor also smiled. In truth, how could he know Jiang Hai? But that didn't stop him from saying something about having heard of him for a long time. However, his gaze kept drifting toward Azalina and the others. Seeing his behavior, Azalina and the others also frowned; this guy seemed to be quite blatantly lecherous.
"Please, come inside. I'll introduce you to our situation here." He might have noticed the disgust in Azalina's expression, but he didn't care. He smiled and led Jiang Hai and the others inside.
Before long, Jiang Hai and the others entered the research station. The station was divided into three main sections.
The living area, the research area, and the observation area. The so-called observation area was an open-air platform, though it was covered with glass to block the wind, used for observing and recording Antarctic weather phenomena. There were many machines in the research area that Jiang Hai didn't understand, while the living area was definitely one of the largest sections of the station.
Everyone had their own independent living space, and there were huge warehouses, a bar area, bathing facilities, a kitchen, a dining room, and so on.
However, Jiang Hai noticed that everyone in the research station, regardless of gender, looked at them with strange gazes. The men were staring wantonly at the women in Jiang Hai's team, while the women were looking at Jiang Hai...
Especially regarding the tall Connerson Peters, quite a few women were almost drooling at the sight of him. (To be continued.)