I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1574: Polite pillage

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After the military parade, Chief Zaria, the non-United Arab Emirates ambassador, declined Jiang Chen ’s banquet and rushed back to Mombasa by boat overnight. He personally went to the palace to meet the chieftain.

When he arrived, the palace was also holding a banquet.

However, this banquet was not to celebrate the New Year, but to celebrate the harvest of the Lake Victoria Development Zone and to celebrate the granary that was almost crowded in Mombasa.

During the banquet, the nobles of the Gangya tribe were eating two fat ones, which was fatter than when they had a banquet last year. From the pile of meat on them, it is not difficult to see that they have been quite moisturized in the past three years.

"How come back so quickly? Is it because the monkeys have bad food? Or are they poorly entertained?" A bite of roasted venison took place, and Chief Du Aman hugged the big blond blonde, looking at Zaria, who was kneeling on her knees at the door, said with a smile, "Come and come, Truman, squeeze your fat to the side, move some place for our Chief Zaria, the banquet has just begun Let ’s try this new bottle of wine ... Shit, these Asians will really enjoy it. I do n’t know what method was used. This new wine has no astringency. "

"No, it's not that, Chieftain, they treat me with courtesy, but I have to come back in advance and report to you my knowledge some time ago ..." Kneel on one knee in front of Chief Duamand, Chief Zaria brought his celebration at NAC and everything he saw during the military parade that day.

From the prosperity of NAC, Chief Zaria felt a trace of fear.

NAC and the Gangya tribe are now in the honeymoon period. That's because what NAC got from the Gangya tribe is enough to support the prosperity of NAC. But ten years later? Twenty years later?

The plundering of food and industrial raw materials from Africa and the dumping of industrial manufactured products to Africa. NAC ’s industry has expanded at an incredible rate, completely liberating labor from mutated fruit farms and nutrient mixture factories.

One day, NAC ’s appetite will swell to the Gangfang tribe, and even the entire non-UAE will not be satisfied.

Zaria even regrets it now.

Perhaps when you signed the trade treaty with NAC, it was the wrong choice from the beginning.

"... their soldiers add up to less than half of Mombasa, not to mention our great alliance. But all the soldiers are armed with exoskeletons to their teeth, and the pace stepped from the square seems to be a mold Engraved. Compared to the group of sleepy slackers in my tribe, they are not as strong as we are, nor as fierce as we are, but I have no confidence in encountering such an army ... "

Zaliya lowered her head and stopped speaking.

Of course he did not dare to use the elite of Chief Du Aman to compare with those people, but rather use the warriors of his own tribe to compare with the group of people. With the cleverness of Chief Du Aman, he can surely understand the meaning he wants to express.

"I know, after walking so far, you should be tired, come here and sit down first."

He raised his head and gave the chieftain a disappointed look. Zaria buried his head and said heavily.

"Yes."

The banquet continued, and the atmosphere did not become heavy because of Chief Zaria ’s previous remarks.

But Chief Duamand, when holding a golden wine glass, was a little distracted in his eyes.

Compared with those nobles who only know how to eat, drink, and play, and those “warriors” who were corrupted by the Jichi groves, he certainly considered further.

Over the years, with the expansion of NAC in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, field production has expanded from the original 1 million mu to 5 million mu. The annual grain payment has also changed from more than 400,000 tons to more than 2 million tons, and the grain bins of the Gangya tribe have almost exploded.

The price of food is getting cheaper and cheaper, but the arms that can be converted are getting less and less. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, Chief Duamand gradually began to realize that non-industrial countries and industries Unequal status of trade between countries.

The contract originally signed seemed to be very profitable to use grain for power armor. However, with the dumping of industrial manufactured goods, the proliferation of arms has made the war in the non-UAE more and more fierce. The southern alliance is also eager to move. The price of arms products does not fall but rises. With one power armor, the grains of the fifty containers are not necessarily enough for one leg of the power armor.

Obviously, the other party has been friendly and co-operative with them, but Chief Du Aman always has the illusion that his family has been patronized by robbers.

No, it cannot be said to be an illusion.

This is how it really feels.

Not only that, several large non-UAE tribes on the edge of the Gangya tribe have become increasingly restless, and they have even gradually disregarded his chieftain as a violation of his orders.

Chief Duaman knew who gave them courage.

The Asians are not only doing business with him, but also doing business with other tribes in the non-UAE.

For a while ago, the Mammoth Tribe in the north also contracted the entire port to future people for development, because they did not have freighters and could not take the initiative to go to the port of Wanghai City to do business. They could only invite Asians in this way. .

“It ’s not going to go like this,” after the banquet, the drunken chieftain Duamand found the Truman, his minister of commerce, who was the fat man who had given seat to Chief Zaria, People who ca n’t let NAC continue to export arms to the non-UAE ... hiccups ... "

"Great Chief, you have drunk too much, and I will convince you to go back." Seeing that Du Aman was about to fall, Truman hurried forward and helped him.

"I am not drunk."

Pushing the Truman open with a wave of hand, Chief Du Aman glared at the fat man fiercely, watching the latter shrink his neck fearfully, and then cleared his throat.

"Next week, a meeting of non-UAE chiefs will be held. You drafted a contract for me. The general idea is that the arms of NAC will not be sold to ports in Africa at random. They can only be unloaded at the port of Mombasa, otherwise, Will be considered smuggling ... "

"Will this cause a rebound from other chiefs ..." Looking at the beginning of the Duamang chief's gradually unsightly sight, Truman quickly stopped his words and lowered his head nervously, "Yes, yes, I will Just follow it. "

"Hum," Du Aman hummed with his nose and waved his hands in annoyance, "Go away."

"Yes, yes!"

After returning home, the drunkenness on Tulumen's face was swept away. He grabbed the sobering medicine in his mouth, swallowed it with water, and rushed into the bedroom anxiously. Grabbing the phone hidden under the pillow, he dialed the number with his trembling fingers, and then put the phone in his ear.

This phone was given to him by a man, and he could only dial a unique number.

The phone rang three times.

Passed.

There was no nonsense, and Truman smiled flatly on his face, repeating what he had just said to Chief Du Aman to him.

Trummen fell asleep after the phone call.

However, even he himself did not expect that the next day when it dawned, the smoke from the civil war burned the entire east coast of the non-UAE ...