I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1563: Order on the prairie
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Jian Chen didn't even think of it, he just said it casually, and really let him give this crow mouth. After a quick lunch, Xiaorou took about five minutes to change into a warm clothing and walked through the portal to the end of the world.
As for what happened.
Let's adjust the time back to a day ago.
The last days, Africa, near Lake Victoria.
On the road across the prairie, trucks galloped on the road, raising dust behind them. The soldiers sitting on the truck with live ammunition, tons of materials are directly transported from the port to the NAC African Development Zone. This scene has almost become the most unique scenery on the prairie.
Not long ago, the future human development harvested the first season of crops since they arrived in Africa.
Almost 400,000 tons of rice, and hundreds of thousands of tons of sugar cane, cocoa, cotton and other economic crops, let the future development of the African manager Feng Yuan, excited and even could not help but kneel down and kiss the soil under his feet.
No way, people are hungry for a long time.
He has n’t seen it in a long time, the golden color that ca n’t be seen from the side.
According to the agreement, the future development and development of a million acres of land will pay one million acres of land tax to the chieftain every year. In order to ensure that the people of NAC did not work on the land area, the chieftain even sent his trusted wizard Lu Sangbo, who is resident in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, to supervise the NAC people to count the land area.
A hundred acres of rice or corn are paid every year on an acre of land, and not to mention the boxes of orange-yellow bullets that bribe the wizards, and the hundreds of thousands of acres of "disaster fields" that have been black spots. Will be silly to use "cheap" food to pay the bill.
Five hundred boxes of military supplies were sent to the palace of the chieftain, together with a few sets of power armor and a few boxes of specialties from North America, the chieftain was immediately delighted and patted Feng Yuan ’s shoulder to the Asian people. He is a good friend of the African people.
Feng Yuan was blushing embarrassedly.
In half a year, the development zone, which originally had only a dozen tents, has grown to the scale of the present day Woye.
A ten-meter-high concrete wall surrounds the settlement, and a Peugeot concrete apartment building rises from the ground. From a distance, it looks like a fortress standing on a hill. A series of artificial canals extend south from the shore of Lake Victoria, and outline a piece of squared farmland.
Every two hundred meters is a sentry tower with heavy machine guns or other fixed weapons on it, and a sentinel standing next to it.
More than 500 employees live within the fence, in addition to more than 4,000 slaves with different skin colors.
But even slaves, these people are definitely living much better than other slaves on the African continent. As long as you do n’t be lazy and complete tasks on time every day, people who will develop in the future wo n’t make them hungry.
In addition, there are special people who teach them how to use machinery, how to plant land, and how to fertilize the land. Compared with working under the hands of Africans, they do n’t have to carry a bucket with a **** and go down to the ground at least. They save a lot of labor. Besides, the efficiency is also many times higher than before.
The clever and diligent people also have the opportunity to break away from the status of slaves and become slaves ’supervisors. They are transformed from the proletariat into the accomplice of the exploitation of the proletariat in one fell swoop. Everyone was full of energy, but Feng Yuan felt that he was a lot more slack than when he first came here.
No way, this day is a bit more comfortable.
Either I drove a buggy around the field two times a day, or went out with a shotgun and played the game with Lu Sangbo, a native wizard. Occasionally the chieftain holds a court banquet, which is one of the few entertainments. Women do n’t have to worry about it. Not to mention that the big chief is occasionally happy and will reward him with “returns” that he does n’t have to bring back anyway. The slave market can also find some good goods.
The Asians are more aesthetically refined than the Africans. In African aesthetics, thick-mouthed and big-mouthed. Qiaoqiao are beautiful women. They are not very critical of facial features, and there is no standard concept at all. This also led to the poor but delicate facial features of the slaves always being picked, not only Feng Yuan likes to go to Mombasa's slave market to pick up leaks, many regular employees in the development zone also have this hobby.
Of course, this is not to say that Feng Yuan didn't do any serious business, his credit is still great.
For example, the highway from the Lake Victoria Development Zone to the port, and even the latest berths and cranes at the port, were developed by future people.
The Zhao Group made a fortune in the cement business, and some construction teams who went to Africa with the development of the future also made a lot of money. "Rules" of the Future Group did not allow them to make money at all.
The ghost will make them make money!
NAC people are not stupid.
The price of two bags of cement can be sold for one bag of cement. Zhao Group will bring the cement from Wanghai City at a low cost. And the supply of cement at that point makes people wonder how long their factories have not started and how long the local construction team has not picked up.
One thing Feng Yuan did not expect.
The African businessmen ... or the tribes who do business are mostly poorly managed, not because they are lazy, but because the business itself is just their sideline, and the bandits ’behavior is theirs main job.
Blood survival is eliminated, this is the norm on the prairie.
On the first Sunday of the completion of the harvest of the last acre of land in the development zone, Feng Yuan deeply realized this.
As usual, Feng Yuan threw his shotgun into the trunk of the off-road and pulled Lusangbo, a native wizard and two guards, ready to go back to the African savannah for some game. However, before the car drove out, they were forced back by the sound of the alarm sounded in the settlement.
"What happened."
Jumping off the car, Feng Yuan caught an officer running to the fence and asked quickly.
"Report! Our food delivery team was hijacked by unknown armed forces. Ten trucks and twenty employees on the vehicle were taken hostage. Ten bodyguards, eight of whom were unfortunately killed ..."
Feng Yuan groaned in his heart. He no longer cares about the dozens of tons of food on the car, but the lives of the twenty employees. If someone is killed, he, the development zone manager, must be responsible.
"What about those mercenaries?"
"They said that the tribe was a relative of the chieftain, and they dared not fight against them. Our people resisted to the end, but they couldn't stand up to them too much."
Not to mention that the officer was angry, Feng Yuan even scolded his mother.
Pay these cubs without getting less, but when they let them go to die, they are counseling one by one. If it is in Wanghai City, even if the mercenary regiment has a bad reputation, it will not say that if you leave the customer without a shot, you will run away. If the goods are not guaranteed, it ’s okay.
"Report! Two kilometers ahead, unknown armed forces are approaching!"
A shout came from the fence.
The officer looked at Feng Yuan anxiously.
Feng Yuan immediately understood and hurriedly said.
"Hurry up and go with you."
"Yes!" The officer paid a military salute and ran towards the stairs.
After gritting his teeth, Feng Yuan glared at Lu Sangbo with a calm face and called the native wizard on the fence. He took the telescope from the soldier next to him and looked towards the highway.
This look doesn't matter. After reading it, Feng Yuan's face suddenly changed.
It ’s not that there were no militants who had run around to find things, but the number of people was often only two or three trucks, and no more than twenty guns. The sentry on the sentry tower swept a shuttle of machine guns, and those people fled in the wild with birds and beasts.
But now, looking at the dust in the distance, Feng Yuan couldn't help but drum up.
Speaking from the opposite side, there are also thirty trucks. I do n’t know if there are heavy weapons on the truck, but according to his understanding of the African continent, the more tribes the truck has, the stronger the strength. And these people just chose the sensitive time point when the development zone just finished the first crop.
There is no doubt that the opposite is prepared.