This is more of a palace than a city hall. Giant marble-carved ivories stand on both sides of the entrance to the city hall, and behind them are even more magnificent buildings in Dali City. The style of the entire building is European, but the layout has a bit of Arabic style.
There was a whole row of black guards standing at the door. The bolt-action sniper rifles standing on their chests had bayonets stuck in them. It was hard to understand why the guards on duty had to carry sniper rifles. What was even more confusing was the reason why the sniper rifles had a bayonet on them. To insert a bayonet.
All the guards were over two meters tall, and one couldn't help but suspect that these people were burnt mutants. They were probably injected with genetic medicine, and they did not have any external equipment. They only wore a tiger or leopard skin coat, with dark green patterns on their faces, and shiny black military boots on their feet.
Being able to put together such a neat and uniform set of equipment is enough to demonstrate the strength of this great chief.
"Please come this way." Lu Sambo, who was wearing a wizard's robe, made an invitation gesture and led Feng Yuan and his assistant towards the city hall. As for other people, including the NAC guards, they were all left behind. Outside the city hall.
The four-meter-wide mahogany door opened, and behind it was a red carpet covering the entire hall. There were various tropical fruits on the table, as well as various barbecued meats sprinkled with spices.
Looking at the sumptuous food on the table, Feng Yuan and the assistant next to him swallowed involuntarily. Setting up a table with this thing in the Sixth District would cost thousands of credits. It would take more than half a year for the two of them to add up their salaries and save up, just to be able to put together such a table.
As for those fruits, don’t even think about it…
Of course, in order not to be looked down upon by these natives, Feng Yuan did not keep his eyes on the food. Instead, he endured the tempting fragrance, looked over the table full of sumptuous food, and looked at the person sitting at the top with a smile. The chief of Duamang.
He is not a tall man, only about 1.8 meters tall. He doesn't have many wrinkles on his face. He looks like he is in his forties. He reclined on the tiger leather chair with his right hand lazily supporting his chin. His eyes were very lethal, as fierce as a vulture.
I dare not say how powerful his methods are, but just looking at his eyes, I am afraid that the number of people he has killed is over a hundred.
Feng Yuan made a silent evaluation in his heart.
Legend has it that it was this man who united the chaotic tribes to form the current African Union and drove the South African Union into the sea. Then he took his tribe and his slaves and migrated from the barren North Africa to the rich south.
Tens of thousands of slaves from India, South Asia and even distant East Asia were working for him, and thousands of soldiers who fled from all over Europe joined his command. On this road, slaves mean strength. Whether they are cannon fodder or serfs, only huge slaves can maintain the economy of a tribe.
After hearing NAC's proposal, Chief Duamang immediately became interested in this new cooperation model. He had about hundreds of thousands of slaves who came from South Asia, but the cultivated farmland was only over two million acres. Evenly divided, one person could not cultivate more than 20 acres.
It's not that these slaves don't work, but the efficiency is too low. There is no factory that produces agricultural tools, so there is naturally no mechanized planting equipment. The dozen or so harvesters in the warehouse were ordered from Pan-Asia Cooperation before the war. Although they promised a warranty, the agricultural machinery company has been out of business for who knows how many years. .
"Dear Chief Duamang, I am Feng Yuan from the New Pan-Asian Cooperation. This is my assistant Yuan Liwei. On behalf of all the soldiers and civilians of the NAC, as well as His Majesty the Supreme Marshal, I would like to extend my friendship and respect to you," Right Fist After beating his chest and giving a standard NAC military salute to the chief sitting at the head, Feng Yuan took a contract from the assistant beside him and handed it to the tribal warrior walking towards him. He nodded and said with a smile, "We We are here to abide by our agreement and for the common prosperity of the African continent.”
"Please sit down, Mr. Feng Yuan." Chief Duamang extended his hand to the long table filled with food and made an invitation gesture, and said in French, "We can chat while eating."
The banquet began.
A woman wearing gold jewelry came forward with a gold vessel and poured wine into Feng Yuan's cup. Most of these maids are dark-skinned, with a few whites. Sitting on both sides of the long table were nobles from the Steel Teeth Tribe. Feng Yuan had carefully observed that the nobles who were closer to the chief had more teeth hanging around their necks. As for Chief Duamang sitting at the top, his neck is almost covered with golden fangs.
Although gold is not a rare thing in Wanghai City, it is not so abundant yet.
Chief Zaria is not included in this list. It is estimated that his status is similar to that of Chief Duamang's vassal rather than his courtier. Feng Yuan still doesn't fully understand what the political system of the United Arab Emirates is like.
The nobles feasted on the meat, while Feng Yuan and his assistant Yuan Liwei kept reaching for the plates filled with fruits. Duamang noticed this, so he waved to the maid closest to him and whispered a few words.
Soon, a whole plate of sliced dragon fruit was served.
Even though he tried hard to suppress the shock in his heart, Feng Yuan's eyelids still couldn't help but twitch.
Not to mention eating it, he had never even seen this thing after waking up from the hibernation cabin. However, these African "natives" actually put plate after plate on the table. This can no longer be described as luxury.
"I suggest you try our roasted venison. I bet it will taste better than fruit." Chief Duamang grinned. "In our tribe, the strongest warrior can eat a whole stag." !As for fruits, those are just thirst-quenching things.”
"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I'm full." Wiping the corners of his mouth with the towel handed by the maid, Feng Yuan put down his knife and fork, looked at Chief Duamang, and said with a smile, "Before heading to the pioneering land Before, I have something I don’t know if I can ask the distinguished chief.”
"explain."
"We hope to buy some slaves, preferably from East Asia." Feng Yuan said.
"No problem," Chief Duamang said, staring at Feng Yuan, "but what are you going to exchange for it?"
"Rifles, bullets, all the arms we can produce, even power armor..." Feng Yuan noticed that the moment after hearing about the power armor, Chief Duamang's eyes immediately changed from lack of interest to Hot.
It can be seen that these African natives have an almost fanatical admiration for power armor.
"No problem! As long as it's arms, we want it!" Chief Duamang laughed loudly and raised the golden goblet filled with wine. "Put the business aside for now, let's drink to our long-lasting friendship!"
"cheers!"
Like the other tribal nobles present, Feng Yuan raised the wine glass in his hand high.
No one noticed that the corner of his mouth reflected in the wine gradually evoked a proud smile...
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