Of course, the main reason is that our requirements are really low. When normal companies rent a place, they consider details such as water, electricity, various wiring, and internet... but we don't consider any of that. We just need to get by for half a day.
I bought a large quantity of secondhand office appliances from the flea market, including computers, desks, fax machines, copiers, and so on. I found that some machines were completely broken and unusable, just empty shells. I had someone carefully clean the shells with cleaning agents until they shone like new.
As for interior decoration, there wasn't enough time. Luckily, a batch of equipment for filming sets was airlifted from the US the next day. We covered the walls and floors with a kind of paper. It looked like we had wallpaper and flooring, saving us the trouble of painting.
A reception desk was set up at the company entrance, with a huge, brand-new "East Africa United Airlines" company logo that had been hastily made overnight hanging above it. Two young women who appeared to have a slightly better demeanor were then selected and dressed in clean office lady suits to stand behind the reception desk. The reason for choosing these two girls was not only that they didn't seem too flirtatious and were relatively clean, but more importantly, they claimed to speak English and French.
As for the others, I arranged for fifty young women to wear office lady suits and then distribute them in front of various desks in the company, pretending to be company employees.
Since the vast majority of the women didn't speak English or French, and only their native dialect, we borrowed someone from Ren Lei who spoke the dialect to act as a translator. As we spoke, the translator immediately translated aloud to the women.
Qiao Qiao temporarily took on the role of director and then did a rehearsal.
"Who among you speaks English or French?" Jojo asked, rolling up a newspaper to use as a microphone.
About half of the fifty women in the room raised their hands.
“Very good!” Jojo shouted, “In a little while, at the beginning, all of you who don’t speak English or French, don’t need to say anything. Just sit in your seats and pretend to flip through folders or use the computer… What? Translation? What did she say… Oh, she doesn’t know how to use the computer? It’s simple, see the keyboard? Just type randomly on it!” She paused, then shouted to the remaining ladies who raised their hands claiming to speak English and French, “As for you, in a little while, at the beginning, you’ll hold the phones on the table… Yes, I know these phones don’t actually have lines. You just need to hold the receivers and pretend to talk… Well, you can say anything, anything, as long as you speak English or French. Even casual conversation is fine! Just remember to speak softly!”
I gave Qiaoqiao an appreciative look.
When Qiaoqiao called out "Action," I led a few of my men out of the main entrance, pretending to be the target. The two ladies at the front desk immediately flashed professional smiles that they had practiced for over half an hour and gave a slight bow.
We then entered the company lobby, and as we walked into the offices, I was immediately pleased to see a very professional scene: just like any normal company, the open-plan offices were bustling with activity, with people flipping through documents, typing rapidly at their computers, and others on the phone…
Huh? Wait a minute!!
I suddenly stopped, my expression strange.
Because I clearly heard two young women sitting at a nearby desk, rapidly repeating the same English phrase on their phones...
Yes. That's right... I'm repeating the same thing over and over again!
"Stop!" I swallowed hard and pointed at them. "You...you two, what were you saying on the phone just now? Say it again!"
The two young ladies looked at me blankly, and I had a bad feeling. Immediately, the translator cleverly stepped forward and translated my question for them.
Then, the two young ladies spoke to me in fluent, perfect English:
"One hundred and fifty per session, two hundred for the whole night."
I:"………"
Suppressing the urge to punch someone, I said in a strained voice, "Is this all the English you know? Can't you say anything else?"
The two ladies replied, as the translator had told me, "That's the only sentence we know!"
"Why?"
Answer: Because we are prostitutes. Our job doesn't require much talking; we just need to know how to greet people. When serving foreign tourists, knowing just that one phrase is enough.
Qiaoqiao and I looked at each other and realized that we were both sweating.
Qiaoqiao took a deep breath and shouted at the ladies who claimed to speak English and French, "Is this all you can say?"
Dozens of women nodded at the same time.
Qiaoqiao and I didn't dare look at each other's faces...
...
"Damn it, rearrange it!" Qiao Qiao slammed her hand on the table.
We then made emergency adjustments. This time, we simply had all the ladies remain silent. Everyone in the office was assigned one of two tasks: either flipping through documents or pretending to type on a keyboard.
Then we rehearsed it again. Although the atmosphere was a little strange because no one was talking in the office, we couldn't really see anything wrong with it—that was all we could do.
Then Qiaoqiao slapped her forehead and arranged a few more details. For example, she placed a photocopier in the office next to the corridor. When someone walked by, she arranged for a lady inside to pretend to be photocopying documents. She also found someone to urgently go outside to print two company signboard advertisements and put them in the building's elevator.
"Do you think there's anything else wrong?" After doing all this, Qiaoqiao sighed.
Looking at Qiaoqiao, who was covered in sweat, I sincerely said, "I can't think of anything... Qiaoqiao, you've arranged everything so well. Thank you!"
We then went to the "airport" again, where more than a hundred women dressed as flight attendants were arranged.
It's worth mentioning that in the past two days, it seems that no one in the city will be able to enjoy flight attendant-style uniform seduction at any brothel in the city... because I've collected almost all the flight attendant uniforms from all the brothels in the city.
These flight attendant uniforms are excellent; they're all basically the same style. I specifically selected one hundred almost identical sets for the ladies to wear. Although none of the uniforms have the airline's logo, we had to make a batch and attach them temporarily…
Yes, that's right, they were pasted on! How could I have time to sew them one by one? I could only find a place to print the quickest adhesive stickers and then just stick a label on each flight attendant's chest... Anyway, you can't see the trace unless you look closely.
...
Even the most well-prepared students will inevitably feel nervous when the exam approaches, let alone with our hastily prepared preparations. I was really unsure... Could this almost farcical operation fool those Americans who were deliberately looking for trouble?
But no matter how tense we were, those damn Americans still arrived as scheduled.
That afternoon, I and several others, all dressed in formal suits, went to the airport to pick up these guests. It was a five-person investigation team, led by a special envoy from Lockheed Martin, and certainly including some U.S. government officials.
The chief representative's name was Henry. He was a middle-aged white man, somewhat obese, with gray hair, wearing a brown suit. As soon as he stepped out of the airport, he loudly complained about the heat in Africa, seemingly very unaccustomed to the climate.
After we met, both sides, each with their own ulterior motives, exchanged warm hugs and pleasantries for a long time. Then, as the chairman of "East Africa United Airlines" (the company's second-largest shareholder is nominally the government of Country G), I had a friendly but brief conversation with Mr. Henry, the representative. The conversation was pleasant, and we exchanged views on the cooperative development of both sides. We also conveyed the warm greetings of our respective peoples and made some insincere predictions about future development... Just when Henry and I were both getting tired from forcing our smiles, the car finally arrived at our "East Africa United Airlines'" directly-owned "airport"!
Standing before the spacious, imposing airport, I announced loudly, feigning pride: "Although our company is newly established, we already possess twenty-five aircraft for civil aviation purposes, and have signed route-sharing cooperation agreements with several major airlines in Africa and Europe… What you see here is our primary airport. These are our backup aircraft; of course, others have been deployed to airports in various East African countries and cities, commencing air transport operations! Um, please look at these four… um, three aircraft…"
As I said this, my tongue suddenly got tied, and I almost let it slip...
Because on the runway, I remember that Ren Lei and his team originally prepared four model airplanes... but now there are only three left.
"I just got a call on the way here. A strong gust of wind blew by and scattered the propellers of the oldest fox farm... The workers didn't have time to repair it, so they could only temporarily push it into the warehouse and cover it with tarpaulin," Qiaoqiao whispered quickly in my ear.
I nodded without saying a word.
Henry and his group stood not far away, watching the three lonely planes on the airport...
Although all three aircraft had just been painted and refinished, and the paint gleamed in the sunlight, their appearance and shape were undeniable.
"This..." Henry couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "These planes I see all seem to be converted military transport planes, right? Does your company not even have a single legitimate civilian aircraft?"
"Of course!" I said with an upright face, continuing my nonsense without changing my expression: "Mr. Henry, it's clearly written in the documents that our company owns six Airbus A320s and two Boeing 747s! It's just that those planes are all in operation outside... The planes you see are indeed converted from military transport planes... But please remember that this is East Africa, and our conditions are limited... In economically underdeveloped areas, it is quite normal to use retired military transport planes for civil aviation purposes."
The last few words made a lot of sense, so Henry just glanced at me twice and didn't say anything.
I then quickly led these guys off the runway and gave them a brief tour of our hangar... and the airport control console—this control console was something Ren Lei and his team bought from somewhere; it was just a frame, all polished to a new shine, but if you opened the cover from the back, you'd find that even the copper wires inside were rusted shut.
Henry and the others looked at us with some skepticism... but we had done a very good job, and they couldn't find any obvious faults. I generously allowed them to take pictures, but I sent people to follow them one by one, and in some sensitive areas, I prevented them from entering under the pretext of "trade secrets".
“Alright!” Henry finally spoke on behalf of their group: “We are satisfied with your company’s airport and capacity. Now I think we can visit your company’s headquarters.”
The third part, Chapter 42, will only have one sentence.
As we walked out of the control tower, at my arrangement, a group of girls in sky-blue flight attendant uniforms deliberately walked past these Americans. These girls, who had undergone hurried training, did a very good job. They all wore flight attendant hats, had pretty faces, and straight, strong legs under their short skirts. Each of them was pulling a small black suitcase, and their high heels made a crisp "thump-thump-thump" sound on the ground.
This "scenery" immediately caught the attention of these Americans... after all, they were all men.
Taking advantage of this moment, Qiaoqiao, who was standing in their blind spot, quickly made a gesture towards the "flight attendants." Immediately, several of the girls who had been arranged deliberately gave Henry and the others a few alluring winks.
Henry and the others couldn't help but look at each other with lustful eyes, watching the group of flight attendants walk by in high heels, leaving a trail of fragrance.
I breathed a sigh of relief. Actually, these girls weren't particularly beautiful; real beauties are hard to find. But most men have some sexual fantasies, and even women of average looks become more "seductive" when they wear these uniforms. That's the idea behind uniform fetishism.
Under my arrangement, two more groups of flight attendants appeared from the control panel to the outside, pulling small suitcases. As a result, under the temptation of their beauty, the Americans' attention was greatly diverted, and they overlooked some of the weaknesses in their attire.
Then, taking advantage of the opportunity, I quickly led them out of the airport and into the car, speeding all the way to the city center, heading towards the headquarters of our "East Africa United Airlines".
Our headquarters is quite impressive! With the help of money, a glass wall has been installed on the first floor of the building, covered with a row of hastily made advertisements bearing the English abbreviation of "Donglian Airlines".
Just like in the rehearsal, when our group entered the company lobby, two black girls with chocolate-colored skin and delicate features, dressed in blue business attire, stood behind the brand-new company reception desk and bowed slightly to us.
What I noticed was that the two girls seemed to be doing it on purpose; the collars of their tops appeared to be deliberately pulled down a third of the way, and when they bent over, their full breasts, naturally sagging, immediately revealed an alluring cleavage... in addition to the two conspicuous black lace bras that seemed to be intentionally exposed...
Henry and the others stared wide-eyed... They didn't even notice that the "East Africa United Airlines" sign above where the receptionist was standing was hanging crookedly.
I watched those two girls deliberately flaunting their cleavage, then glanced at Qiaoqiao and gave her a meaningful look, as if to say, "Did you arrange this?"
Qiaoqiao smiled, and I put my hands behind my back in a hidden place and gave her a thumbs up.
What greeted the five representatives from the American company was a vibrant and energetic organization! Stepping into the large, open-plan office, they saw graceful figures moving about, a fragrant breeze wafting through the air. One after another, beautiful young women, dressed in impeccable business attire, were seen hurrying by with folders, some sitting at desks typing away with crisp, clear clicks, others flipping through documents. In the adjacent corridor's copy room, a female clerk was making copies…
This is almost perfect!!
I saw a look of disbelief in Henry and the others' eyes; they were clearly surprised! This deal was the product of a tacit understanding between the two parties. Everyone knew perfectly well that this so-called East Africa United Airlines was nothing more than a shell company… But now, what was presented to everyone was clearly a busy and legitimate company!
On the left wall hangs a motto in English: "Unity, Tension, Seriousness, Liveliness!"
On the right wall are large English words: "Take pride in contributing to the company, and be ashamed of harming the company's interests..."
I couldn't help but glance at Qiaoqiao again, and sure enough, she was winking at me. This was her doing again.
Hmm... although it's a bit of a mishmash, it's still somewhat presentable.
I secretly gave her a thumbs up again.
Henry finally raised a question: "Um... Mr. Chen, why are all the employees in your company women?"
"This..." I paused for a moment, then looked around... Indeed, all the men around me had been sent out to work, and it really was true that 99% of the people in the company were women.
Left with no other choice, I put on a "we're all men" expression and chuckled softly, "Well... hehe."
Sure enough, Henry gave an "understanding" look, smiled, and then stopped asking questions.
I immediately led them into the conference room.
In the conference room, all the company's documents were prepared in advance, and the one placed at the front was a resume of one of the company's pilots.
These credentials demonstrate that East Africa United Airlines is a legitimate, reputable, and capable company! It is also a major taxpayer recognized by the G country's government! (Although this company has only been established for a day and a half and has not paid a single penny in taxes).
The dozen or so pilot resumes above all prove that our company's pilots are top-notch pilots with thousands of hours of accident-free flight records! They can absolutely provide our clients with the most reliable service…
Of course, all these certificates are genuine! They are all absolutely authoritative certificates issued by the official government of Country G!
What? You suspect these documents are forged? Seriously! Do you want the signature of the great G country's head of state, the people's great leader, the army's invincible commander, General Kunta?
Looking at the thick stack of documents on the table, Henry and the others seemed to exchange glances. Although everyone knew that every word and every seal on these documents was genuine, the content was absolutely fake. However… these representatives still meticulously examined the documents.
Judging from the frustrated expressions on these Americans' faces, they were disappointed with everything they had seen—these guys had come with the intention of causing trouble. They wanted to deliberately see us make a fool of ourselves, then humiliate us with a smug and arrogant attitude, and finally gain some extra benefits.
No one expected that we could put such a respectable company in front of them in just two days!
However, I noticed that Henry's expression was relatively calm, and he even smiled at me in a friendly manner.
“Mr. Henry, we are very sincere about cooperating with Lockheed, as you can see now…” I spread my hands: “Our company is a completely civilian airline, and all the technology we acquire is for the benefit of ordinary people, with no military industry whatsoever… Shouldn’t that dispel your doubts?”
Ren Lei told me that Lockheed actually really wanted to complete the deal smoothly as soon as possible. It was just that some official bureaucrats were trying to cause us trouble. It seems that Henry's stance is Lockheed's; he doesn't seem to want to cause us trouble, but rather seems quite interested in ending this farce as soon as possible.