After the military parade, the non-UAE ambassador Chief Zariya declined Jiang Chen's banquet and rushed back to Mombasa overnight by boat, and went to the palace to meet the chief in person.
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 in Lake Victoria Development Zone and to celebrate the almost bursting granary in Mombasa.
During the banquet, the nobles in the Steel-Take Tribe were fat and strong, which was a lot fatter than when they held the banquet last year.
From the pile of meat on them, it is not difficult to see that they have lived a very comfortable life over the past three years.
Why are you back so soon?Is the monkeys not delicious?Or are they not well-received?After taking a bite of the roasted venison, Chief Duaman hugged the blond and blue-eyed beauty, looked at Zaria who was kneeling on one knee at the door, and said happily, Come on, Turman, squeeze your fat meat to the side, and move some place for our Chief Zaria. The banquet has just begun, come and try this bottle of new wine... Damn, these Asians really know how to enjoy it. I don’t know what method I used, the new wine has no astringent taste at all.
No, not, Chief, they treated me courteously, but I have to come back early to report to you what I saw some time ago... Kneeling in front of Chief Du Amman on one knee, Chief Zaria brought all his celebration at the NAC and everything he saw at the military parade that day.
From the NAC's prosperity, Chief Zaria felt a hint of fear.
Now NAC and the Steel Teeth Tribe are in the honeymoon period, because what NAC gets from the Steel Teeth Tribe is enough to support the prosperity of NAC.
But what about ten years later?
What about twenty years later?
From Africa to plunder food and industrial raw materials and then dumping industrial finished products into Africa, the NAC industry is expanding at an incredible rate, completely liberating the labor force from mutant fruit farms and nutritional mixture factories.
One day, NAC's appetite will swell to the Steel-Tooth Tribe, and even the entire non-UAE can't satisfy it.
Zariya even regrets it now.
Perhaps the trade treaty I signed with the NAC was the wrong choice from the beginning.
...Their soldiers combined are less than half that of Mombasa, not to mention our great alliance.But all the soldiers were armed with exoskeletons to their teeth, and the steps they took from the square seemed to be carved from a mold.Compared to the sleepy lazy people in my tribe, they are not as strong as us or as fierce as us, but when I encounter such an army, I have no confidence at all...
As soon as he said something, Zaria lowered her head and stopped speaking.
Of course, he did not dare to use the elites under Chief Du Amang to compare with those people, but instead used the warriors of his tribe to compare with those people.
With Chief Du Amang's intelligence, he will definitely understand what he wants to express.
I understand. After walking so far, you should be tired. Come here and sit down first.
He raised his head and glanced at the chief in disappointment. Zaria buried his head and said heavily.
yes.
The banquet continued, and the atmosphere did not get heavy because of the previous words of Chief Zaria.
However, Chief Du Amang had a little distracted look in his eyes when he held the golden wine glass.
He was of course farther than those nobles in the tribe who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and those warriors corrupted by the wine pond and meat forest.
Over the years, with the expansion of NAC in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, land has expanded from the initial one million acres to five million acres.
The grain paid every year has also changed from more than 400,000 tons to more than 2 million tons now, and the granary of the Steel-Take Tribe is almost inflated.
Food prices are getting cheaper, and the arms that can be converted are less and less. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, Chief Duamang gradually began to realize the inequality of trade between non-industrial countries and industrial countries.
The contract signed at the beginning seemed to be very profitable to exchange food for power armor.
However, with the dumping of industrial finished products and the flood of arms have made wars in the non-UAE more and more intense, and the Southern Alliance is also ready to move. The prices of arms products have not dropped but increased. Originally, the grain from five containers could be replaced with a power armor, but now the grain from fifty containers is not necessarily enough for a leg of the power armor.
It was obvious that the other party had been working with them in a friendly manner, but Chief Du Amman always had the illusion that his family was patronized by robbers.
No, it cannot be said to be an illusion.
This is the real feeling.
Not only that, recently, several non-UAE tribes next to the Steel-Take Tribe have become increasingly restless, and have gradually stopped taking him as the chief, seriously and disobeyed his orders.
Chief Du Amman knew very well who gave them the courage.
Those Asians are not only doing business with him, but also doing business with other tribes in the non-UAE.
Just a while ago, the mammoth tribe in the north contracted the entire port to future people for development, because they had no cargo ships and could not take the initiative to do business at the port in Shanghai, so they could only invite those Asians in this way.
This won't work.After the banquet, the drunk Chief Du Aman found his Minister of Commerce Turman, the fat man who had previously moved the seat for Chief Zaria. The person who could not let the NAC continue to export arms to the non-UAE...
Chief, you have drunk too much, I will help you back.Seeing Du Aman about to fall, Turuman hurried forward and held him.
I'm not drunk.
After waving his hand to push away Turman, Chief Du Amang glared at the fat man fiercely, and looked at the latter's neck timidly, then cleared his throat and said.
The meeting of the non-UAE chiefs will be held next week. You will draw a contract for me. The general idea is that the arms of NAC will not be sold to African ports at will. They can only be unloaded at the port of Mombasa, otherwise it will be considered smuggling...
Will this cause the rebound of other chiefs... Looking at the gradually unkind sight of Chief Du Amman, Turuman quickly stopped the conversation, lowered his head and said nervously, "Yes, yes, I will do as I will."
snort.Du Amang hummed with his nose and waved his hand upset, "Get out."
Yes, yes!
When he returned home, the drunkenness on Turumen's face suddenly disappeared. He grabbed a handful of sobering medicine and poured it into his mouth, swallowed it with a sip of water, and rushed into the bedroom in a hurry.
Grasping the phone hidden under the pillow, he dialed the number with his trembling fingers and put the phone in his ear.
This phone number was given to him by a man and he could only dial the only number.
The phone rang three times.
It's done.
Without any nonsense, Turum smiled flatteringly and repeated what Chief Du Amang had just given him.
After the phone call, Turuman fell asleep.
However, even he himself did not expect that at dawn the next day, the smoke of the civil war burned the entire east coast of the non-UAE...
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 in Lake Victoria Development Zone and to celebrate the almost bursting granary in Mombasa.
During the banquet, the nobles in the Steel-Take Tribe were fat and strong, which was a lot fatter than when they held the banquet last year.
From the pile of meat on them, it is not difficult to see that they have lived a very comfortable life over the past three years.
Why are you back so soon?Is the monkeys not delicious?Or are they not well-received?After taking a bite of the roasted venison, Chief Duaman hugged the blond and blue-eyed beauty, looked at Zaria who was kneeling on one knee at the door, and said happily, Come on, Turman, squeeze your fat meat to the side, and move some place for our Chief Zaria. The banquet has just begun, come and try this bottle of new wine... Damn, these Asians really know how to enjoy it. I don’t know what method I used, the new wine has no astringent taste at all.
No, not, Chief, they treated me courteously, but I have to come back early to report to you what I saw some time ago... Kneeling in front of Chief Du Amman on one knee, Chief Zaria brought all his celebration at the NAC and everything he saw at the military parade that day.
From the NAC's prosperity, Chief Zaria felt a hint of fear.
Now NAC and the Steel Teeth Tribe are in the honeymoon period, because what NAC gets from the Steel Teeth Tribe is enough to support the prosperity of NAC.
But what about ten years later?
What about twenty years later?
From Africa to plunder food and industrial raw materials and then dumping industrial finished products into Africa, the NAC industry is expanding at an incredible rate, completely liberating the labor force from mutant fruit farms and nutritional mixture factories.
One day, NAC's appetite will swell to the Steel-Tooth Tribe, and even the entire non-UAE can't satisfy it.
Zariya even regrets it now.
Perhaps the trade treaty I signed with the NAC was the wrong choice from the beginning.
...Their soldiers combined are less than half that of Mombasa, not to mention our great alliance.But all the soldiers were armed with exoskeletons to their teeth, and the steps they took from the square seemed to be carved from a mold.Compared to the sleepy lazy people in my tribe, they are not as strong as us or as fierce as us, but when I encounter such an army, I have no confidence at all...
As soon as he said something, Zaria lowered her head and stopped speaking.
Of course, he did not dare to use the elites under Chief Du Amang to compare with those people, but instead used the warriors of his tribe to compare with those people.
With Chief Du Amang's intelligence, he will definitely understand what he wants to express.
I understand. After walking so far, you should be tired. Come here and sit down first.
He raised his head and glanced at the chief in disappointment. Zaria buried his head and said heavily.
yes.
The banquet continued, and the atmosphere did not get heavy because of the previous words of Chief Zaria.
However, Chief Du Amang had a little distracted look in his eyes when he held the golden wine glass.
He was of course farther than those nobles in the tribe who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, and those warriors corrupted by the wine pond and meat forest.
Over the years, with the expansion of NAC in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, land has expanded from the initial one million acres to five million acres.
The grain paid every year has also changed from more than 400,000 tons to more than 2 million tons now, and the granary of the Steel-Take Tribe is almost inflated.
Food prices are getting cheaper, and the arms that can be converted are less and less. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, Chief Duamang gradually began to realize the inequality of trade between non-industrial countries and industrial countries.
The contract signed at the beginning seemed to be very profitable to exchange food for power armor.
However, with the dumping of industrial finished products and the flood of arms have made wars in the non-UAE more and more intense, and the Southern Alliance is also ready to move. The prices of arms products have not dropped but increased. Originally, the grain from five containers could be replaced with a power armor, but now the grain from fifty containers is not necessarily enough for a leg of the power armor.
It was obvious that the other party had been working with them in a friendly manner, but Chief Du Amman always had the illusion that his family was patronized by robbers.
No, it cannot be said to be an illusion.
This is the real feeling.
Not only that, recently, several non-UAE tribes next to the Steel-Take Tribe have become increasingly restless, and have gradually stopped taking him as the chief, seriously and disobeyed his orders.
Chief Du Amman knew very well who gave them the courage.
Those Asians are not only doing business with him, but also doing business with other tribes in the non-UAE.
Just a while ago, the mammoth tribe in the north contracted the entire port to future people for development, because they had no cargo ships and could not take the initiative to do business at the port in Shanghai, so they could only invite those Asians in this way.
This won't work.After the banquet, the drunk Chief Du Aman found his Minister of Commerce Turman, the fat man who had previously moved the seat for Chief Zaria. The person who could not let the NAC continue to export arms to the non-UAE...
Chief, you have drunk too much, I will help you back.Seeing Du Aman about to fall, Turuman hurried forward and held him.
I'm not drunk.
After waving his hand to push away Turman, Chief Du Amang glared at the fat man fiercely, and looked at the latter's neck timidly, then cleared his throat and said.
The meeting of the non-UAE chiefs will be held next week. You will draw a contract for me. The general idea is that the arms of NAC will not be sold to African ports at will. They can only be unloaded at the port of Mombasa, otherwise it will be considered smuggling...
Will this cause the rebound of other chiefs... Looking at the gradually unkind sight of Chief Du Amman, Turuman quickly stopped the conversation, lowered his head and said nervously, "Yes, yes, I will do as I will."
snort.Du Amang hummed with his nose and waved his hand upset, "Get out."
Yes, yes!
When he returned home, the drunkenness on Turumen's face suddenly disappeared. He grabbed a handful of sobering medicine and poured it into his mouth, swallowed it with a sip of water, and rushed into the bedroom in a hurry.
Grasping the phone hidden under the pillow, he dialed the number with his trembling fingers and put the phone in his ear.
This phone number was given to him by a man and he could only dial the only number.
The phone rang three times.
It's done.
Without any nonsense, Turum smiled flatteringly and repeated what Chief Du Amang had just given him.
After the phone call, Turuman fell asleep.
However, even he himself did not expect that at dawn the next day, the smoke of the civil war burned the entire east coast of the non-UAE...
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