"Dear General Jiang Chen of the New Pan-Asia Cooperation, I'm the messenger from the United Arab Emirates, Chief Zaria. Please allow me, on behalf of Chief Duamang, to send you the highest respect and a gift symbolizing friendship. "
His tone was neither humble nor arrogant. Zaria bowed slightly, and Jiang Chen could detect the arrogance in his eyes, although he carefully hid it behind the humble tone.
Strictly speaking, the situation facing the African continent was much better than the Pan-Asia region. Almost all the survivors in Europe, eastern North and South America, and parts of Central and South Asia fled to that continent.
These survivors not only brought technology, but also labor and equipment left behind from the battlefield. If it weren't for the laziness of Africans and the tradition of living in the moment, the African continent might have already become the most prosperous land since the war.
But what did they do?
The North African Union, now known as the African Union, fought with the Southern African Union. After the Southern African Union was driven to Madagascar, the large and small tribes in the African Union began to fight among themselves again. The Southern African Union was even stranger. After seeing their old enemy in a mess, their first reaction was not to endure and chase after them, but to breathe a sigh of relief. They began to fight over some trivial issues in the parliament.
So Chu Nan was right. They were now like a bloated and weak giant guarding a gold mine coveted by the whole world. If it weren't for the small population of NAC, they wouldn't be able to digest such a large piece of land. Now Jiang Chen didn't even need to see the messenger. He could just send a force to "explore".
In the meeting, Zaria repeated his request.
Including the demand for slaves and the price they were willing to offer for each slave.
"If you are not willing to cooperate, we can only choose to deal with the dictators in the South. Their price is slightly lower than yours, but we are very worried about their strength. What we need is a strong enough partner that can continuously provide us with slaves … "Zaria's saliva flew everywhere as he spoke, as if he was certain that Jiang Chen would sell his compatriots without hesitation.
This was everyone's habit of thinking. Many people would habitually bring their butts into the other person's role.
In Zariya's eyes, no tribal chief would reject such a good deal. However, what he didn't understand was that Jiang Chen, who came from a civilized society, disliked the inefficient and inhumane slave trade. Moreover, selling his "compatriots" as goods to Africa crossed his bottom line.
But Jiang Chen didn't immediately turn hostile.
Just now, as he listened to Chief Zariya describe how wealthy their tribe was, Jiang Chen suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile.
"How big is the land area you want to develop?"
"Twenty million acres, located along the coast of Lake Victoria." Chief Zariya said in a boastful tone, "This area has been abandoned since 50 years ago. Now we've decided to turn that wasteland into farmland."
It was the style of a chieftain.
Unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was not a tribe leader, but a merchant.
"What's your average yield per mu?" Jiang Chen smiled and continued to ask.
Zariya hesitated and looked at Jiang Chen with some confusion. Then, he exchanged glances with the wizard next to him and finally looked at Jiang Chen again.
"About seven hundred pounds. Is there a problem?"
Seven hundred pounds …
Hearing this number, Jiang Chen couldn't help but shake his head.
Sure enough, letting black people farm was a stupid choice. Letting a black person instruct a white person or an Asian person to farm was an even more foolish choice. He finally understood why these black people could have a good hand, but in the end, they played poorly.
Seven hundred pounds per mu!
One had to know that this was the 22nd century!
Not to mention the fact that the land had been reclaimed for many years, it was so fertile that it made one's hair stand on end. If one were to randomly sprinkle a handful of seeds, they would be able to grow a bunch of rice. Not to mention the fact that crops in the tropics matured quickly. It was common for rice and sugar cane to ripen three times a year.
"How about this, you want to buy slaves because you want to develop this twenty million acres of land, right?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.
"That's right." Chieftain Zariya was overjoyed. Seeing that there was a chance, he immediately said, "We need two hundred thousand slaves."
"Two hundred thousand slaves … is a bit difficult." Jiang Chen touched his chin and pretended to be in deep thought. "The total population of NAC is only one million. The two hundred thousand slaves you want is equivalent to one-fifth of our total population."
"There's no need to pay all at once. We can work together for a long time. I want all the slaves you catch. Based on the previous price … No, we're willing to pay one hundred kilograms of food for each slave as long as you can supply us with twenty thousand slaves per year," Chieftain Zariya said sincerely.
"How about this." Jiang Chen let out a sigh. "I thought of a better way to work together."
Chieftain Zariya paused for a moment and was slightly cautious.
"What way?"
"Eight hundred pounds."
"What do you mean?" Zariya frowned.
"Give us twenty million acres of land, and we'll develop it for you." Jiang Chen smiled. "For every acre of land developed, we'll pay nine hundred kilograms of food to your Chieftain Du Amang. We'll send engineers to help you build water conservancy projects for free. At the same time, we'll study ways to maximize the use of land to ensure that each acre of land is developed with the highest efficiency. "
Zariya was stunned. He didn't expect Jiang Chen to make such a request.
Instinctively, he wanted to reject.
But then he thought about it. Wouldn't it be the same as asking the entire NAC to serve him?
With that in mind, Zariya couldn't reject.
"Not only that, if you're interested, we can also pay with weapons. Rifles, bullets, and even power armors. I believe your Chieftain would be interested in these things, right? "
Zariya's expression changed slightly.
"You're planning to sell power armors?"
The production of power armors required a complete military production line. It was not impossible to use 3D printers to do DIY production, but the quality was often uneven. For example, Chieftain Du Amang's tribe, although they could also produce power armors, their productivity was the same as the Sixth Street before industrialization. They could only produce one or two units per month.
The number of power armors directly determined the combat power of a tribe and determined the status of a tribal chief.
"Mhmm, although producing power armors is not an easy task for us," Jiang Chen kept a straight face and made a reluctant expression. Jiang Chen kept a straight face and made a reluctant expression. "But for the sake of our long-term friendship, I think we need to make some concessions."
"I can't promise you, but I'll convey your proposal to the Chieftain." The arrogance and disdain in Zaria's eyes disappeared and was replaced with a hint of eagerness and even excitement. "I hope we can talk about this issue at this time next month."
"Mhmm, I hope by then, you can come back with a friendly proposal." Jiang Chen suppressed the laughter in his stomach and nodded. "As a return gift for the box of corn, I have a T-3 power armor made of titanium alloy. I hope you can accept it."
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