Chapter 307

How much?

One hundred thousand dollars!

Holy shit, that much money.

I thought I’d have to pay, but I actually get paid? This is way too generous.

Fuck, crazy, crazy, sign up fast, sign up now.

666, Master Qin is awesome, so generous.

Master Qin just finished his livestream yesterday, and today he’s already picking names for the next one? Hahaha.

I’ve already submitted—I must be chosen!

Why are there only two spots in China? Too few.

It’s because of those foreign fans of Master Qin—they started a petition. I checked, there were tens of millions of signatures. Fuck.

…

After Qin Yun posted this message in both Chinese and English on domestic and international platforms, the entire internet erupted.

OMG, thank you, Qin—for giving three spots to foreigners!

Unbelievable, so generous—the lucky winners get one hundred thousand dollars!

Please choose me, Lord, you know I’m your faithful follower.

No, I’m Qin’s follower, so Qin, you must pick me—I’m willing to let you pick me!

After posting the message, Qin Yun soon entered Garissa County; security checkpoints increased along the way, and the number of people gradually grew.

According to the data, Garissa County has nearly one million people, while the town center—Garissa Town—has about 200,000.

Through the car window, he saw no high-rises in the town, only low, flat houses. There were plenty of vehicles, but no luxury cars—eight or nine out of ten were Japanese models; domestic cars were present but rare, occasionally spotting a Great Wall or BYD.

Qin Yun drove to the Tana Garden Hotel and checked in.

After giving the attendant a small tip, the man answered nearly every question Qin Yun asked.

“Mr. Qin, you can go anytime—just take our hotel shuttle. If you go on your own, you’ll need to pay fifty dollars per person.”

“Thanks. Please prepare for me—I plan to visit Bour-Algy tomorrow at nine a.m.”

“Got it, Mr. Qin. The car will be waiting at the door sharp at nine tomorrow morning.”

Qin Yun thanked him again and returned to his room.

The hotel was much better than he expected—cream-colored walls, dark wooden furniture, tiled floors, all clean.

The room was only about twenty square meters; aside from the slightly outdated facilities, everything else was fine.

The Tana Garden Hotel was about five kilometers from the protected area he intended to visit. After all, the rescue comment had specified Bour-Algy—he had to go see it.

The so-called protected area wasn’t like a big park back home.

This reserve was more like a pristine natural environment, primarily home to the endangered reticulated giraffe, along with gerenuk, zebra, wildebeest, crocodiles, and some waterfowl. The terrain matched what he’d seen along his journey—trees were mostly acacias.

He opened his phone, launched the app, typed the English username into the search bar, and hit search—but no results appeared.

Clearly, the account owner either hadn’t seen it or didn’t intend to sign up.

“I’ll just have to wait,” Qin Yun shook his head and called Su Huan.

“Hey, did you land?” Su Huan immediately corrected herself, “Wait—you haven’t even boarded yet?”

Qin Yun was also puzzled: “Yeah, I’m still in Kenya, got held up with something—I’ll be back in a few days. Didn’t you check my Weibo?”

“No, just finished a team-building event, didn’t touch my phone all day.”

She opened Weibo and was stunned by the trending topic.

“One hundred thousand dollars, five spots—you’re already preparing for your next livestream?”

Qin Yun smiled: “Not exactly. I’m just locking in participants early—it’ll make future arrangements easier.”

“Alright, do as you please. When will you be back?”

Qin Yun paused—he wasn’t sure of the exact date—so gave a vague answer: “About a week. I’ll try to get back to Hangzhou before month’s end.”

“What’s keeping you that long?” Su Huan asked curiously.

“Just a small matter. I’ll tell you when I get back.”

Su Huan didn’t press further; they chatted a bit more before hanging up.

As soon as the call ended, Su Huan’s expression turned serious. Knowing Qin Yun as she did, whatever was keeping him in Kenya—and making him reluctant to reveal the real reason—was likely no simple matter. It might even be dangerous.

But no matter how hard she thought, she couldn’t imagine what could possibly cause Qin Yun to be delayed so long.

“Please be careful—I’m still waiting for you.”

Qin Yun pulled back the curtain and looked outside. Beyond the hotel’s courtyard garden stretched a dusty main road, filled with tuk-tuks and old pickup trucks. Along both sides were small shops selling everything: groceries, hardware, restaurants, even mobile phone stores.

Overall, it looked extremely basic—a typical African town.

Further in the distance, he saw a dome of white and pale blue in the northwest—that must be the town’s landmark: the mosque.

And this was still Garissa Town. You could imagine how rundown the rest of Garissa County must be.

Rich places bloom with variety; poor places all look the same.

The clearest indicator? The roads. To tell if a place is poor, just look at its roads. Good roads mean wealth; bad roads mean even riches are limited.

It was 4:30 p.m. He left non-essential items in his room, slung his backpack on, and left the hotel again, heading out to find dinner.

…

“Hassan, what are you doing?” Abdhi slapped Hassan on the shoulder.

Hassan didn’t look up, still typing: “Qin just announced the lottery—I’m signing up. If I win, I get one hundred thousand dollars right away. More importantly, I get to livestream with Qin.”

Abdhi gasped: “One hundred thousand dollars? That Chinese guy you keep watching? Win and you get that much?”

Hassan looked up, grinning: “Interested? You should sign up too—but first, follow him on all four livestream platforms.”

Abdhi was tempted, but remembered what Hassan had said before and gave up.

“Nah, you said there are tens of millions of people—how could I possibly win? And this has to be rigged.”

Hassan shrugged: “It’s just one click. No effort.”

Abdhi said: “Better to just kidnap him—he’s so rich, we’d never have to worry about food or money again.”

Hassan stared at him like he’d seen a ghost: “If Qin appeared right now, I’d be the first to kneel and beg for mercy—I wouldn’t dare think of resisting.”

Abdhi was speechless: “Bro, we’re professionals. He’s just an outdoor streamer—everything’s scripted.”

“Hahaha,” Karim walked in from nearby, “Abdhi, you’re wrong. This Qin is terrifying—he faced seven or eight spotted hyenas alone in the wild and slaughtered them all without a scratch. Even with a gun, you or I couldn’t do that.”

Hassan gave a thumbs-up: “Karim knows his stuff.”

Abdhi shrugged: “If he shows up here, one gun’s enough to take him down.”

Hassan typed the final character, double-checked everything, then clicked submit.

Seeing the “Submission Successful” message, he nodded in satisfaction.

He clapped his hands and said to Abdhi: “I bet you couldn’t even last three seconds with your gun. I’m off to check on our lambs.”

Watching Hassan’s back, Abdhi asked Karim: “How many ransoms have we collected so far?”

“Not many—only three hundred thousand dollars,” Karim sighed. “What was Farah thinking? Why even consider kidnapping a Chinese person? They’ve helped us so much—if this causes trouble between China and Kenya, won’t that be bad?”

“Who knows what the boss thinks?” Abdhi didn’t want to think further. “He says do it, we do it.”

Meanwhile, Qin Yun was eating grilled meat at a restaurant.

The grilled meat here had a unique flavor, completely different from home.

Made mostly from male goat meat—lean, firm, with a sweet, milky tang, charred outside, tender inside, juicy, never greasy.

Put simply, it tasted wilder, simpler, more rugged.

One bite of grilled meat, then one bite of chilled salad—perfect.

“Qin!”

At that moment, a voice full of surprise rang out from the entrance. Hearing someone call his name in this foreign land, Qin Yun was momentarily stunned.

He looked up—and when he saw who had entered, his face lit up with delight.

“Emily!”