After the military parade, the Ambassador of the United Arab Emirates, Chief Zaria, declined Jiang Chen's banquet and rushed back to Mombasa by boat overnight, and went to the palace to meet with the chief in person.
When he arrived, a banquet was also being held in the palace.
However, this banquet was not to celebrate the New Year, but to celebrate the harvest in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, and to celebrate the almost full granary in Mombasa.
During the banquet, the nobles in the Gangya tribe got fatter and stronger one by one. Compared with last year when the banquet was held, the nobles had gained a lot of weight. From the pile of meat on their bodies, it is not difficult to see that they have lived a very prosperous life in the past three years.
"Why are you back so soon? Is the food of the monkeys not delicious? Or are they not treating them well?" After taking a bite of roasted venison, Chief Duamang hugged the blonde beauty with big boobs and looked at him kneeling at the door. Zaria, who was kneeling on his knees, said with a hearty smile, "Come on, Turman, push your fat to the side and make some room for our Chief Zaria. The banquet has just begun. Come and taste it." Try this new bottle of wine... Damn, these Asians really know how to enjoy it. I don’t know what method they used, but this new wine doesn’t have any astringency at all.”
"No, not at all, Chief. They treated me with courtesy, but I have to come back early to report to you what I saw some time ago..." Kneeling on one knee in front of Chief Duamang, Chief Zaria Tell me about the celebration at the NAC and everything I saw at the military parade that day.
From the NAC's prosperity, Chief Zaria felt a tinge of fear.
Now NAC and the Gangya Tribe are in the honeymoon period. That's because what NAC has now obtained from the Gangya Tribe is enough to support NAC's prosperity. But what about ten years from now? What about twenty years from now
Looting food and industrial raw materials from Africa, and then dumping industrial finished products to Africa, NAC's industry expanded at an incredible speed, completely liberating the labor force from mutant fruit farms and nutritional mixture factories.
One day, the NAC's appetite will swell to the point where the Steel Tooth Tribe and even the entire African Union cannot satisfy it.
Zaria even regrets it now.
Perhaps the trade treaty he signed with NAC was the wrong choice from the beginning.
“…their combined number of soldiers is less than half that of Mombasa, let alone our great alliance. But all the soldiers are armed to the teeth with exoskeletons, and they walk across the square as if they were carved from the same mold. Compared with the sleepy slackers in my tribe, they are not as strong as us, nor as fierce as us, but I have no confidence at all when encountering such an army... "
When the words came to an end, Zaria lowered her head and said no more.
Of course, he did not dare to compare the elites of Chief Duamang with those people. Instead, he euphemistically used the warriors of his own tribe to compare with that group of people. With Chief Duamang's intelligence, he would definitely be able to understand what he wanted to express.
"I understand. After walking such a long way, you should be tired. Come here and sit down first."
Raising his head and giving the chief a disappointed look, Zaria lowered his head and said seriously.
"yes."
The banquet continued, and the atmosphere did not become heavy because of the previous words of Chief Zaria.
Chief Duamang, on the other hand, had a more absent-minded look in his eyes while holding the gold wine glass.
Compared with the nobles in the tribe who only know how to eat, drink and have fun, and the "warriors" who have been corrupted by the wine ponds and meat forests, he certainly thinks further.
Over the years, with the expansion of NAC in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, the farmland has expanded from the initial one million acres to five million acres. The annual grain payment has also increased from more than 400,000 tons to more than 2 million tons now, and the Gangya tribe's granary is almost full.
The price of food is getting cheaper and cheaper, and the arms that can be converted are becoming less and less. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, Chief Duamang gradually began to realize that there is a gap between non-industrial countries and industrial countries. unequal status of trade.
In the original contract signed, exchanging food for power armor seemed very profitable. However, with the dumping of industrial products and the proliferation of arms, the war in the United Arab Emirates has become more and more intense. The Southern Alliance is also ready to move. The price of arms products has risen instead of falling. Five containers of food can be exchanged for For a power armor, the food in fifty containers may not be enough to support one leg of the power armor.
It was obvious that the other party had been cooperating with them in a friendly and low-profile manner, but Chief Duamang always had the illusion that his home was being visited by robbers.
No, it can’t be said to be an illusion.
This is what it really feels like.
Not only that, recently several large non-Emirati tribes around the Gangya tribe have become more and more restless, and they have gradually begun to ignore him as a great chief, and have followed his orders in secret.
Chief Duamant knew exactly who gave them courage.
Those Asians were not only doing business with him, but also with other tribes in the United Arab Emirates.
Some time ago, the Mammoth Tribe in the north contracted the entire port to future people for development. Because they did not have cargo ships, they could not take the initiative to do business at the port in Wanghai City. They could only use this method to invite those Asians over.
"This can't go on like this." After the banquet, the drunk Chief Duamang found his Minister of Commerce Turman, the fat man who had previously moved the seat for Chief Zaria. "We can't let NAC go." People continue to export arms to the United Arab Emirates... burp... "
"Great Chief, you have drunk too much. I will let you go back." Seeing that Duamang was about to fall, Turman hurriedly stepped forward and supported him.
"I'm not drunk."
After waving his hand and pushing Turman away, Chief Duamang glared at the fat man. Seeing the latter shrinking his neck in fear, he cleared his throat and said.
"The meeting of African Emirates chiefs will be held next week. You can draw up a contract for me. The general idea is that from now on, NAC's arms will not be sold to African ports at will. They can only be unloaded at the port of Mombasa. Otherwise, it will be regarded as Smuggling…”
"Will this cause a backlash from the other chiefs..." Seeing the increasingly unfriendly eyes of Chief Duamang, Turman quickly stopped talking, lowered his head and said nervously, "Yes, yes, I will do it as soon as I can."
"Hmph," Duamang snorted and waved his hands in annoyance, "Go away."
"Yes Yes!"
After returning home, the drunkenness on Truman's face was immediately wiped away. He poured a handful of sober medicine into his mouth, swallowed it with a gulp of water, and rushed into the bedroom in a hurry. He grabbed the phone hidden under the pillow, dialed the numbers with trembling fingers, and then put the phone to his ear.
The phone was given to him by a man and he could only dial one number.
The phone rang three times.
pass.
Without any nonsense, Truman smiled ingratiatingly and repeated exactly what Chief Duamang had just told him.
After the phone call, Turman fell asleep.
However, even he himself did not expect that at dawn the next day, the smoke of civil war would burn all over the east coast of the African Union...
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