T-3 power armor is already considered a quite old-fashioned power armor in NAC, but it is still used by troops at all levels because of its balanced capabilities. The fastest update is the n-100, which is modified based on the x-1 type produced from Shangjing Metro Line 0. It is currently the latest generation of NAC's power armor. Compared with the model, there is an epoch-making improvement in performance.
But for the black uncles in Africa, the T-3 power armor is completely enough. Powered armor itself is the strength of Pan-Asian cooperation. Those powered armors that flow into the African continent from Europe, the United States, and Russia are at best comparable to the T-3.
According to NAC's army strengthening plan, all troops will complete the comprehensive replacement of N-100 power armor within five years. As for the T-3 powered armor eliminated from the front line, Jiang Chen has already arranged their whereabouts.
The stupid black uncles who have "a lot of money" are undoubtedly good customers.
After the banquet, Feng Yuan accepted the invitation of Chief Duamang and took his assistant to stay overnight at the Mombasa City Hall, Chief Duamang's palace. In order to show his enthusiasm, the hospitable chief also arranged for two white female slaves to sleep with him.
Of course, I won’t say more about what happened that night. Early the next morning, Feng Yuan and his assistants said goodbye to Chief Duamang, followed the wizard named Lu Sambo, and headed with the convoy to the Lake Victoria Development Zone, which is more than 500 kilometers away.
It was said to be a development zone, but in fact it was just a large piece of land that the chief drew on the map. His men roughly calculated it to be about 20 million acres. As for who will cultivate this land and how to cultivate it, even Duamang himself has no idea at all.
The Gangya tribe does not have a minister of agriculture, and there are few farmers in the country who are willing to farm the land conscientiously. Becoming a soldier is far more prestigious than working hard. Since the establishment of this development zone, not a single family has moved in from Mombasa.
Fortunately, people from NAC are here now and have sent a company called Future People Development to help them farm the land. Chief Duamang is of course full of joy. He can harvest a large amount of food for nothing every year without doing anything. In exchange for precious power armor, no one would refuse such a good thing.
After the convoy arrived at the development zone, Feng Yuan first asked Lu Sangbo to be his guide and drove an off-road vehicle around the development zone. After determining the boundaries of the Future People Group, he finally moved to a higher hillside. The location of the development zone was chosen.
The reason why this place was chosen was, on the one hand, it was convenient for digging canals, and on the other hand, it was convenient for defense.
Yes, it's defense.
Although this was within the scope of the Gangya tribe, Feng Yuan would never forget that their convoy was attacked by armed men not far from the port. The law of the jungle is always followed on this continent. He doesn't think that Chief Duamang will send troops to protect them. They can only rely on themselves for safety.
Standing on the hillside, Feng Yuan took a telescope and looked at the surrounding environment. Then he stuffed the telescope into the car and walked next to the wizard in a robe.
"In the first phase of the project, we will reclaim one million acres of land, which will require about two thousand slaves. For each slave, we will pay a box of bullets as a ransom, or five rifles. This batch of arms will go to Africa at the beginning of next month. delivered together with the freighter. What about your side? How soon can the slaves we want be delivered here?"
"It will be delivered in three days," Lu Sambo nodded slightly and smiled, "We also hope that you can start as soon as possible."
"The infrastructure here is too backward. There is not even a decent aqueduct. We have to start from scratch. Are there any larger building materials companies in Mombasa? We need to order a batch of steel bars and cement." Looking at the withered yellow Feng Yuan frowned on the grassland.
He had heard that this was an abandoned farmland, but now looking at it from here, he even began to doubt whether there had ever been farmland here. The deer not far away are still chewing grass roots leisurely, and green short trees are crawling on the grassland. No matter how you look at it, this place looks like a pristine African prairie.
"About how many do you need?" Lu Sambo's expression was slightly stiff.
"Fifty thousand bags of cement, and five thousand bundles of steel bars..."
"Ahem!" Interrupting Feng Yuan's words, Lu Sangbo smiled and said with a slightly embarrassed expression, "If it is a small amount of building materials, I can help you solve it, but there are so many... I suggest you , it’s better to think of a solution elsewhere.”
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Well, you can't count on these black people.
Feng Yuan completely gave up the idea of seeking help from the Gangya tribe. After setting up a radio base station, he made contact with the NAC. Within a few days, a cargo ship docked at the port outside Mombasa, and batches of cement and steel bars were delivered to the development zone.
On the other side, more than two thousand slaves ordered by NAC were also sent to the development zone. Most of these people are from South Asia, and a small number are from East Asia. They are refugees who fled to this continent during or after the war. Africans obviously cannot distinguish the differences between Asians, just like Feng Yuan cannot distinguish black people from different tribes. Only a small part of the slaves sent are from East Asia, and some are even mixed with them. South Americans with yellowish skin.
In any case, the slave has been delivered and there is no possibility of returning it.
Feng Yuan arranged residence for these slaves, then found out the compatriots from the Pan-Asian East Region, applied for NAC household registration for them, and promised all the slaves that he would select one hundred of the most diligent people from among them every year. Release from slavery and re-enter employment contracts with them as employees.
In this way, Future People's business development in post-apocalyptic Africa is finally on the agenda.
Excavators dug out an isolation belt around the land for the first phase of development and introduced water from Lake Victoria. Then the NAC people started setting fires, letting the fires burn raging on the grassland, burning away the sharp grass in the isolation zone.
The fire burned for three days. A heavy rain three days later caused the ash on the ground to blend into the rainwater and then seep into the soil. These are excellent fertilizers, and the mineral elements needed by crops are basically all there.
When the weather cleared, a Taiwanese agricultural locomotive drove onto the bare land, plowed the flat land and planted seeds. On the other side, Feng Yuan's assistant Yuan Liwei organized an engineering team and began to dig small irrigation canals inward from the isolation zone dug on the outside.
Among them, 500,000 acres are planned to be planted with three crops of rice a year. The other half million acres are partly planted with cash crops such as sugar cane, coffee, and cocoa, and partly planted with fruit trees that Africans have never thought of growing.
In the present world, in the Future Man Building, Xiaorou reported to Jiang Chen the progress of Future Man's first business. Although the future development of people in this world is almost the same as that of a shell company, Jiang Chen still couldn't stand Xiaorou's insistence and arranged an office for her here.
"Our employees have established a stronghold on the east bank of Lake Victoria and transported approximately 100,000 bags of cement and 7,000 bundles of steel bars there. Fences, housing and other facilities have all been completed."
"We also discovered a medium-sized iron mine there. Although there are traces of mining, the mining was not deep. We used twenty power armors to buy the twenty-year mining rights of that iron mine. Now it is not just about food. , iron ore can also be imported from there.”
As she spoke, Xiaorou, who was wearing a purple dress, still had that dignified smile on her face, but Jiang Chen could still clearly see the excitement shining in her eyes.
It's obvious that she likes this job.
Although she didn't know how long this enthusiasm would last, Jiang Chen was still very happy that she could find a career she liked.
Given time, maybe she can really grow into a qualified entrepreneur and become his right-hand man like Xia Shiyu.
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