I, a Chinese, Was Kidnapped and Brought to Africa to Be a Chief.

As soon as Gu Jingxing opened his eyes, he came to a completely unfamiliar place. As a result, my grandfather, who was an African chief, was kidnapped from Shanghai, China, to Africa. The old chief said, you are my grandson, and you will be the new chief from now on. He couldn't help but poke the arm of a guard next to him: "Uh, did I go to the wrong door?" "Is this a tribe, or... A seven-star hotel?" The guard grinned, showing two rows of white teeth, and spoke half-baked Chinese: "Master Gu, the chief said, we are a black African little Dubai. Look at this building -" "Grandpa... This... Is this true?" The old chief smiled with squinted eyes, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up like dried walnuts: "Fake? The piece you touched was just dug out of the mine yesterday. It's nugget gold, with a purity of nine to nine." He patted Gu Jingxing's shoulder, "The entire mine, from here to the other side of the mountain, belongs to our tribe." He came to Shanghai with funds to open a company and married Bai Fumei. They rejected the sky-high price cooperation from the Americans and dismissed the Japanese who said "the Chinese can only imitate". They only expressed their approval of the cooperation offered by their compatriots. He brought his mobile phone, clothing, and hot pot base ingredients to the tribe and started the "China-Africa Cultural Week." He sold the tribe's gold, handicrafts, and coffee through live broadcasts all over the Internet. Even the international media followed him: "The little African chief is actually from Shanghai, China. The live broadcast brought goods and ignited the tribal economy!" Domestic news also joined in the fun: "A young man from Shanghai turned an African tribe into a place for internet celebrities to check in.