Chieftain Zariya quickly agreed, fearing that Jiang Chen would go back on his word. He thought he had taken a big advantage, so he dragged Jiang Chen to draft a contract on the spot and happily wrote the previously agreed terms on the contract.
Unfortunately, he didn't notice that the moment the two parties signed, the general standing in front of him had a meaningful smile on his face.
T-3 power armor cost 200,000 credits per unit. Chief Zaria, on behalf of Chief Duamang, ordered 400 units in the name of non-Unique. The minimum delivery would be ten units per month. The payment would be settled on a monthly basis with no delay. For the food exported to the Sixth Street by non-Unique, NAC would not purchase it all. It would only impose a 10% tariff and open the food market to non-Unique.
Chief Zaria didn't even realize that in the agreement, he had already tacitly agreed to use NAC's currency credit as the settlement currency.
Although a kilogram of corn flour could be sold for 3 credits in the Sixth Street, once a large amount of food was exported to the Sixth Street market, even exceeding the speed at which the NAC population digested food, would food still be so valuable in the NAC market?
As long as the rapid devaluation of food and the price per kilogram of food was reduced to less than a decimal point, the black uncles would soon see the value of T-3 power armor increase from 66 tons to hundreds of tons, thousands of tons, or even tens of thousands of tons as they continued to export.
In the economic transactions between countries, as a supplier of raw materials, they would always be the target of exploitation by industrial countries.
Expecting Africans to build their own factories?
If they were that hardworking, they wouldn't have done something as stupid as "selling sugar cane to import sugar".
After signing the agreement, Zaria didn't immediately return to the African continent. It was obvious that he liked this place. Here, he used money … which was credits, to buy everything he wanted and enjoy the prosperity that he couldn't enjoy in his tribe.
This time, he brought ten containers of rice, a total of 100 tons, which directly dropped the price of NAC's agricultural products by almost 10%. However, the wealthy nouveau riche didn't realize there was anything wrong with this. His tribe was very wealthy with more than 20,000 slaves and more than a million acres of arable land. One hundred tons of rice was just a drop in the bucket for him.
With the two hundred thousand credits, he bought a T-3 power armor under his own name and rewarded it to the giant man who always followed him. For the warriors of the African tribes, the power armor was equivalent to the armor and horses of the medieval knights.
Although Jiang Chen didn't understand why it was necessary to let a simple-minded man operate the power armor …
"It's impossible to expect the Africans to abide by the spirit of the contract. They don't even have an accurate concept of what a contract is." After sending Chief Zaria to the Tulip Hotel on the Sixth Street, on the way back, Jiang Chen said to Chu Nan sitting next to him in the car, "We must station a force in Africa to protect our assets in Africa from being looted by the locals. The size of this force must be within the tolerance of Chieftain Douamand. At the very least, we cannot let him be wary of us from the start. I would like to hear your opinion. "
"Do you want to solve this problem through economic means or military means?" Chu Nan asked with a smile.
"Both," Jiang Chen said, "I would like to hear both opinions."
"A portion of the 20 million acres of land can be contracted out and publicly bid with the companies on the Sixth Street. Let them send mercenaries, hunting groups, and workers to develop the land. After deducting the food paid to the non-allied tribes, we will collect a certain percentage of food or credits from these companies based on the contracted area." Chu Nan smiled and said, "A lot of people will be happy to solve the security problem for us."
"In addition, we can also hire locals … or directly purchase slaves from the tribal chiefs." After a pause, Chu Nan continued, "Using firearms as an exchange, I believe the chiefs should be happy to exchange their slaves for our bullets, rifles, and even power armors."
"Isn't this the same as admitting the slave trade?" Jiang Chen asked.
"What does it matter?" Chu Nan shrugged and said, "Anyway, the African continent is not NAC's territory. As long as our merchants in Africa abide by the local laws, everything is legal."
…
With Sun Jiao and Xiaorou watching over the apocalypse, Jiang Chen was assured. Since the opening of Future Group's branch in Wanghai, Xiaorou immediately entered the role of CEO. Under the guidance of Xia Shiyu, the company was well organized.
The general manager of Future Development was an executive of an import and export company before the war. She was a beautiful woman in her thirties. She woke up from the fallout shelter two years ago and was brought to the Sixth Street. She worked in the inner circle for more than a year and barely survived with the help of her friends.
Because of this, she showed 120% enthusiasm for her new job from the very beginning. The 40-plus pages of the proposal covered all aspects of Future Development's Africa project. She had considered every aspect of the project.
When she saw the plan, even Sun Jiao couldn't help but appreciate the talent and wanted to take this talent from her sister to be her secretary.
"Now Xiaorou follows Xia Shiyu to Future Building all day, she doesn't even want me as her sister anymore." Lying on the beach chair, Sun Jiao leisurely took a sip of the cold watermelon juice and let out a long breath. Her bright eyes looked at Jiang Chen next to her. "Why don't you find another General's wife? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. "
A leisurely life could really cripple a person. Sun Jiao had completely turned into a cripple. She lay on the recliner all day with a straw in her mouth. She had completely forgotten her identity as the wife of the general. She even talked about finding another "wife of the general."
"Do I look like that kind of person?" Jiang Chen coughed and said righteously.
"Hmph."
What the hell?
Jiang Chen was completely helpless against Sun Jiao's attitude.
Although he had already expected such an outcome, after seeing the beauty of this world, unless it was someone who had a deep attachment to the apocalypse, no one would choose to live in that world.
Obviously, Sun Jiao was not that type of person.
She was born in a fallout shelter. Everything she knew about the world before the war stopped at children's books and her father's words. The moment she opened her eyes, the world was already destroyed. Before she met Jiang Chen, she saw too much death.
She admitted to Jiang Chen a long time ago that she was attracted to his temperament that didn't belong to "this world" and finally fell in love with him. Even in the apocalypse, it couldn't compare to being an ordinary person in this beautiful world, living an ordinary life … although she never had that kind of ordinary life.
"Also, if you think it's annoying, why don't you learn from Xiaorou?" Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and sat next to her. "Focus on the important things, delegate the small things, and set up the supervision mechanism. Even if you sit here and give commands, it's fine."
"That's right." Sun Jiao's eyes lit up. She bit the straw and thought seriously. "But who should be my secretary? Why don't you recommend someone for me? "
"I don't mind, as long as it's not a man." Jiang Chen smiled and sat next to Sun Jiao. "Don't just lie here every day. Come with me today, I'll take you to Penglai."
It was supposed to be something to be happy about, but Sun Jiao's eyes were filled with panic.
"Go, go far away? I, I'm not ready yet. Can I wait a few more days? Just stay here — "
"This is not a request, this is an order." At the same time, Jiang Chen picked Sun Jiao up from the beach chair. In the latter's scream, the naughty wild cat bit him on the shoulder. The pain made Jiang Chen gasp.
Seeing Jiang Chen grimacing in pain, Sun Jiao immediately let go and carefully looked at Jiang Chen.
"Did, did I hurt you?"
"No, I just feel heavy — AHHHH! Let go, are you a dog?! "
The silver teeth bit down again.
This time, she was serious.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
