Selling Arms Through Live Streaming: the Black Market in Somalia, Africa Started

7:30 Pm, Hengcheng City, Zhang Tong sat in the dressing room of the live broadcast room and was thoughtful. It has been more than twenty years since he traveled to this parallel world. It has been some time since I accepted the old cement factory left by my father. This rural private enterprise has been operating for more than 30 years. It's a baby bump left by his father. The tide of online e-commerce is sweeping across. His father didn't catch up, Limited to traditional channels and thinking, Business is not getting better year by year, My self-esteem has been severely damaged. In particular, the construction industry has entered a downward trend in the past two years. The previous dealers no longer come to pick up goods. Many of the outstanding payments in advance have become dead debts. His father, Zhang Wubao, was paralyzed in bed due to anger. Zhang Tong, who was a graduate student, had to be called back to inherit the family business. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.