I understand what Yunta means... Compared with the sale of technology by G country, this Kunta seems to care more about his private property, and he seems to value me, the guy who helps him launder money. And he, the oligarch who came to power in a coup in a small African country, the leader of a warlord, to be honest, he doesn't have any great skills.
This is a place where simple threats and bloody brutality work best. And that's probably the only thing he's good at. So he couldn't help but used threats against me... simple and stupid.
"I need to know how you will help me deal with every penny of my money flowing into your pocket." Yunta stared at me coldly. At this moment, I felt that he was like a miser.
"It's like this." I was prepared for a long time: "I think you must have read my information. I own a trading company in Vancouver, and besides... I also have a film company in the United States. The latest film company The box office of the movie shot is 700 million dollars! These companies need investment... What I can do for you is that every money you divert into my pocket, I can use it for investment, and then the money will become They will be clean if they benefit from the investment! In the end, they will lie obediently in your account in a bank in Switzerland, waiting for you to withdraw and use them at any time." I smiled slightly: "It's that simple, isn't it?"
"Investing in movies?" Yunta grinned, a little dazed: "This is a new topic... Well, my original investment consultant always told me about stocks and securities. I think he must be lying My money—no, he's taking my money, these damned Yankees!"
Then he stared at me: "Mr. Chen, you are my VIP, and I will treat my guests preferentially. But if you betray me in the future... Even if you live in Canada, I will definitely cut off your head... You understand Is it?"
A typical African warlord leader. The soil and environment here limited him, and the only thing he knew was blood and brutality. Because in this land, these two are the most effective. But he made a mistake by using these two things to scare me.
I had already defined him in my heart, and said calmly: "General Yunta, think about it carefully, do I and the forces behind me care about your private property? I can even say something very frank... I hope you don't mind."
"What?"
I deliberately took a little proud tone, and said: "If it wasn't for the airline company that is about to be established, and the technologies that need to be transferred... General Yunta, your annual benefits from this diamond mine, this little wealth, would not be worth it." It is not in my eyes. Therefore, you suspect that I will swallow your property, which is an impossible guess."
There was a hint of displeasure in Yunta's eyes, but then he understood what I said, and finally smiled: "Happy cooperation." He raised his glass.
"Happy cooperation." I smiled.
We quickly negotiated the price, or the spoils were divided.
I invested 20 million U.S. dollars to him and bought 40% of the shares in the diamond mine. Of course, the 20 million yuan will become the military expenses of the direct army of General Kunta. And after that, I can get 40% of the diamond mine's income every year!
Then, I have to give half of it to the sleepy tower every year!
I'm not worried that Yunta will embezzle my annual forty percent. Because he won't, because half of the money is his! That is to say, as much as he gave me, I will take out half and give it to him quietly behind my back. If he gives me less, then I will give him less behind my back, anyway, it is half of the agreement! The more he gives me, the more he can get behind his back.
Otherwise, I would not be in the mood to send a few brothers to stay in this desolate mine in Africa to help me check the accounts every day.
Taking advantage of the happy conversation, I carefully made a small request: "I hope you can slightly improve the treatment of these miners."
"What?" Yunta's eyes immediately widened: "Could it be that you support the Dekakara tribe? Then you will be the enemy of our Tutu tribe!"
"Relax! Relax, my general!" I smiled. "Of course I'm your friend. God... what do I have to do with those Decakaras? Before this, I had never even met them. "
Then I patiently explained: "These miners can mine for you! They are our property, abuse them, kill them... that might be fun. But for every miner missing, there is one less mining for us." The mine workforce…”
I tried to convince him in this way, but Yunta couldn't stand it: "Anyway, there are many other races in our territory! There are a lot of those damned guys. If all the Decakara are dead, I can catch other races." People come. There are a lot of these people, I am not afraid that they will all die."
I sighed, thought about it, and felt that it was useless to talk to this guy about the principles of economics, so I changed the way: "General Yunta, you are the head of state G and the ruler here, yes Bar?"
"Yes!"
"Everything here belongs to you, the land here, the mountains here, the jungle here, the people here, the army here, the towns here, every blade of grass here belongs to you, right? "
"Of course!" There was a light in Yunta's eyes.
"Okay, let's talk about these filthy slaves... I definitely think you're right, these filthy Decacaras are damned, they deserve to be slaves...their lives are worthless."
"That's right! It's worthless!" Kunta shouted loudly, "A grown man is worth at most two yuan... No, it's worth at most one yuan! I can feed a slave with only one yuan!"
I knew a dollar was an exaggeration, but I let him go.
"Yes, their lives are only worth a dollar... but General Kunta." I reminded him: "Even if it is a dollar, it is your money! Isn't it? This land is yours, and this country is yours. Then, these lowly slaves are also yours! Even if their lives are only worth one dollar per person, this dollar is still yours! Right?"
"... um... yes." He was a little confused by what I said.
"Okay... then let's look at it again." I smiled and said, "Even if a lowly slave is worth one yuan, it is still money... There is a saying in China that although a mosquito's legs are small, it is still meat! This is very simple, right? In a word, if this slave is alive, his life belongs to you, general, and you have an extra dollar in your pocket! If he is dead... then it is not worth a penny! That is zero! Nothing! That is explain… "
General Yunta was completely surrounded by me, and he couldn't help but said: "That is to say, every time a slave is killed, I lose a dollar in my pocket! Right?"
"Yes." I sighed: "Although the price of a slave is very low, how many will die today, how many will die tomorrow, and how many will die the day after tomorrow... so that in the end, the wealth in your pocket will also continue to grow." Lost! And these slaves are not cows, sheep, or horses... Cows, horses and sheep can be born in one year, and then they can be used in one or two years... But what about people? Even these humble Deka The guys of the Kara clan are desperately trying to give birth... but it will take more than ten years for the child born to grow up to become an adult slave, right? Every time you kill one, you will lose a little wealth!"
Suddenly, Yunta's expression changed. The warlord leader stared at me for a long time. The expression on his face changed back and forth, but he kept his mouth shut and did not speak. His eyes seemed to be weighing deeply...
Finally, he suddenly slammed the table hard!
Snapped! !
I felt a sudden... Did I annoy him
Soon, the door of the restaurant was pushed open, and several black soldiers rushed in quickly, holding submachine guns in their hands. Without hesitation, several guns were pointed at my head at the same time.
To be honest, my heart almost stopped at that time... because I knew very well that this guy in front of me was different from anyone I had ever met before! Even when facing the Gambino family, I knew that the other party would not dare to kill me casually. But the warlord leader in front of him is different! Human life is nothing to him, and my body is nothing more than an outsider to him. If you kill me, you will kill him. He doesn't have to worry about my background!
"Idiot, what are you doing, you scared my distinguished guest!" Kunta laughed, sticking out his scarlet tongue and licking his lips, only then did the soldiers around me put down their submachine guns.
"I'm sorry to scare you. It's my subordinates who figured out the situation." Yunta said lightly, and then called out: "Ku'an!!"
A guy as tough as a leopard stood up and puffed out his chest. He seemed to be a leader of General Kunta's subordinates.
"Starting tomorrow, the miners outside will each add a plate of beans every day... Well, add half a piece of bread." Kunta thought for a while, and then grinned again: "Also, from tomorrow on, the miners are not allowed to be shot casually." Yes. Lazy and cunning guys can be taught a lesson, but they are not allowed to be killed or disabled. This is my order, and it will be carried out tomorrow morning."
I kept my face calm, and deliberately said lightly: "General, this approach is very wise!"
Alas, for those poor souls out there, that's the only thing I can do. Although I am a villain, I grew up in a civilized society after all. This kind of situation like slavery is still unacceptable to me.
I can do a little bit, I can only do so much.