In mid-April, Future Group's branch was officially established in Wanghai in the apocalypse.
The headquarters building was ready-made and located in the Pudong district of Wanghai. It occupied thirty acres of land and had a construction area of three hundred thousand square meters, including the underground area. It was less than one kilometer away from the "Crater" stadium in the city center.
The building originally belonged to Walker Technology, which was Du Yongkang's former employer who helped Jiang Chen develop the online game. As one of the top tech giants in Pan-Asia Cooperation, its status was similar to Hua's BAT in the modern world.
Although the area was heavily damaged by nuclear weapons, the main structure of the building was still intact, demonstrating the quality of the construction. With a little renovation, it could be restored to its former appearance. Using it as the headquarters of Future Group was the best choice.
Most of the survivors in Wanghai didn't have any opinions on the branch where they couldn't even find the location of the headquarters. Only a small number of Sixth Street businessmen like Zhao Chenwu vaguely caught wind of the news.
But even those who caught wind of the news only knew that the branch was the property of NAC General Jiang Chen. But for some reason, it wasn't under the NAC military government. Instead, the sister of the General's wife, Sun Xiaorou, was the CEO of the branch.
On the first day of the company's establishment, Xiaorou began to get busy. Xia Shiyu first transferred one hundred construction robots from Future Heavy Industries as the first batch of "employees" for the branch in the apocalypse. Then, Future Development's recruitment advertisement appeared on the Sixth Street.
The base salary was 60 credits per month, and it was only for ordinary employees.
Other than the mercenaries and hunters who risked their lives to earn money, for the ordinary people with an average salary of less than 30 credits, the salary was undoubtedly high. With Xia Shiyu's guidance, coupled with her experience as a secretary at the General's office, Xiaorou learned quickly and quickly mastered the essentials of running a company.
As to the more advanced knowledge, it could be learned through practice. And even if Xiaorou couldn't manage such a large company, it didn't matter. The Sixth Street had a large number of former executives and presidents who cried and begged to work for Future Group.
Although these elites were doing very well before the war, they also enjoyed a level of protection that far exceeded that of ordinary people during the war. However, precisely because of this, on the wasteland after the war, most of these people were not doing well. Even if the Sixth Street restored the prototype of a market economy under the leadership of the NAC, even if the NAC's "Fallout Shelter Protection Policy" prevented them from being slaughtered as soon as they showed up, only a small number of people managed to survive. Most of them ended up in the ghetto and lived by selling labor.
The moment Future Group posted the recruitment ads, resumes flew in like snowflakes. In the end, Sun Xiaorou had to flip a coin to decide which stack to put in the trash can.
As the first cross-dimensional subsidiary of Future Group, Future Development was born with a golden spoon in its mouth. Just as Xiaorou was struggling with the position of Future Development's general manager, Jiang Chen had already contacted her first business deal.
Du Amang, the chief of the African Union, would be the first customer of Future Development.
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Time quickly arrived at the end of April. Chief Zaliya's cargo ship arrived at the port of Wanghai as scheduled. It was even a week earlier than the scheduled time.
As soon as he got off the ship, he gave Jiang Chen a warm hug at the port.
"The great chief Du Amang is very pleased with your gift. We are willing to form an eternal alliance with you." Chief Zaliya said excitedly, "Just like you said, 20 million acres of land will be contracted to you. You only need to pay us 800 pounds of grain per mu of land each year! We accept rice, corn, and sugar cane, but we want you to grow corn! Cornmeal is our staple food. And your power armors, name a price. We'll buy all of them at any price! I hope you don't sell to other tribes. Our price will be higher than theirs. Our chief's tribe is definitely the most powerful among all the tribes! "
Okay.
Jiang Chen originally thought he would bargain, but it seemed that he overestimated the intelligence of these nouveau riches.
If they all planted improved rice without destroying the fertility of the land, the yield per mu would be no problem. However, what did this Zaria Chief say? He told him that he only needed to pay 800 pounds of grain per year.
Jiang Chen thought he heard it wrong.
To plant rice in the tropics, as long as the supporting irrigation facilities could keep up, it was not a problem to plant three seasons a year! Moreover, these 20 million mu of fertile land were near Lake Victoria, so they didn't need any sophisticated irrigation facilities at all. All they needed to do was to dig out the water channels.
The person was already this lazy, what else could he say?
Jiang Chen estimated that the 20 million acres of land, if left to the Africans to develop themselves, would not yield any results even after ten years of development. Not to mention it was the lowest efficiency slavery system. At most, they could develop a few hundred thousand acres of land.
By that time, if the future developed the land, it would be an exaggeration to develop all 20 million acres, but at least one or two million acres could be developed.
With the help of mechanized farming and genetic engineering, it would be more than enough to feed a population of one million in the NAC. The surplus land could even be used to plant cash crops such as sugar cane, tobacco, and cocoa. It would be shipped back to Asia to be manufactured into industrial products and then sold to the black people who didn't want to use their brains.
With the food problem solved, NAC could free up more labor from mutated fruit farms, mutant hunting groups, and other positions to further promote industrialization. They could produce arms and transport them to Africa in exchange for a large amount of raw materials.
As long as they carefully balanced the strength of several tribes and didn't let one tribe become the dominant force, it would be fine. When the engineering team of Future Development went to Africa, Jiang Chen's emissaries would immediately contact the chiefs of other tribes and promote their T-3 power armor.
As to whether this would offend the chief, Du Amang, Jiang Chen didn't care at all.
African Union was a place where power was paramount. If Chief Du Amang was stupid enough to fall out with the NAC arms dealer, NAC could immediately export a large amount of arms to allow another tribe to grow and weaken the strength of the chief.
"Right, how do you plan to sell the T-3 power armor?" Chief Zariya looked at Jiang Chen eagerly and couldn't wait to ask the question he was most concerned about. "We are willing to exchange with food, or you can directly use power armors to replace food and pay us land rent."
"The price of a T-3 power armor is 200,000 credits in the Sixth Street."
Although the power armor parts were still produced by a lot of private military factories, the final assembly and the production of some advanced parts had long been taken back to the hands of the military government. Therefore, Jiang Chen didn't hesitate to directly increase the price by more than ten times.
After hearing Jiang Chen's offer, Chief Zaliya immediately made a very simple calculation in his mind, and then his face was filled with joy.
One kilogram of flour could be exchanged for three credits, and 200,000 credits would be around 67 tons of cornmeal. Using 67 tons of cornmeal to exchange for a power armor, even if you used your toes to calculate, it was a great deal!
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