Rather than calling it a city hall, it was more like a palace. Giant elephant tusks carved out of marble stood on both sides of the entrance of the city hall. Behind them were even more majestic buildings. The style of the entire building was European, but the layout was mixed with a hint of Arabic style.
An entire row of black guards stood in front of the door. The bolt-action sniper rifles in front of their chests were equipped with bayonets. It made people wonder why the guards on duty would carry a sniper rifle, and what was even more confusing was why there were bayonets on the sniper rifles.
All the guards were over two meters tall, which made people suspect that they were all burnt mutated humans. They probably injected genetic vaccines as they didn't wear any external equipment. They only had tiger or leopard fur coats on. Their faces were painted with dark green patterns, and they wore shiny black military boots.
To be able to assemble such a uniform set of equipment was enough to demonstrate the power of the chief.
"This way please." Lu Sang, who was wearing a wizard robe, invited Feng Yuan and his assistant into the city hall. The other people, including the NAC guards, were all left outside the city hall.
The four-meter-wide mahogany door opened. Behind it was a red carpet that covered the entire hall. On the table were all kinds of tropical fruits and barbecued meat sprinkled with spices.
Looking at the sumptuous food on the table, Feng Yuan and his assistant couldn't help but swallow. If this was placed on the table at the Sixth Street, it would cost thousands of credits. Even if they saved up for half a year, they would only be able to afford a table like this.
As for the fruits, don't even think about it …
Of course, in order to not be looked down upon by the natives, Feng Yuan didn't focus on the food. Instead, he resisted the alluring aroma and looked over the table full of food with a smile on his face at Chief Du Amang sitting at the head of the table.
He wasn't particularly muscular, only 1.8 meters tall. There weren't many wrinkles on his face, and he looked like he was in his forties. He leaned back on the tiger-skin chair, his right hand supporting his chin lazily. His eyes were very lethal, as fierce as a vulture's.
He didn't dare to say how strong he was, but just based on his gaze, the number of people he killed was in the hundreds.
Feng Yuan silently evaluated in his heart.
Legend has it that it was this person who united the chaotic tribes and formed the current African Union, driving the Southern African Union into the sea. Then he took his tribe and his slaves and migrated from the barren North Africa to the rich South.
Tens of thousands of slaves from India, South Asia, and even distant East Asia were working for him. There were also thousands of soldiers who had fled from all over Europe. On this road, slaves meant strength. Whether they were used as cannon fodder or serfs, only a large number of slaves could sustain a tribe's economy.
After hearing NAC's proposal, Chief Duamang immediately became interested in this new cooperation model. He had about a hundred thousand slaves from South Asia under his command, but he had only cultivated more than two million acres of farmland. On average, one person could not even plant twenty acres.
It was not that these slaves did not want to work, but the efficiency was too low. There was no factory that produced farming tools, so naturally, there was no mechanized planting equipment. The dozen harvesters in the warehouse were ordered from the Pan-Asian Cooperation before the war. Although they had promised a warranty, the agricultural machinery company had already closed down many years ago.
"Dear Chief Duamang, I'm Feng Yuan from the New Pan-Asia Cooperation. This is my assistant, Yuan Liwei. On behalf of all the soldiers and civilians of NAC, and the supreme General, I offer my friendship and respect to you." Feng Yuan pounded his chest with his right fist and performed a standard NAC military salute to the chief sitting at the head of the table. Then, he took a contract from his assistant and handed it to the tribal warrior walking toward him. He nodded and smiled. "We are here to abide by the agreement, for the common prosperity of the African continent."
"Please sit down, Mr. Feng Yuan." Chief Duamang gestured to the long table full of food and said in French, "We can talk while we eat."
The banquet began.
Women wearing golden accessories stepped forward with golden utensils and poured wine into Feng Yuan's glass. Most of these maids were dark-skinned, and a few were white. Sitting on both sides of the long table were the nobles of the Gangya Tribe. Feng Yuan carefully observed that the nobles who sat closer to the chief had more teeth hanging on their necks. As for Chief Duamang who sat at the head of the table, his neck was almost full of golden fangs.
Although gold wasn't rare in Wanghai, it wasn't abundant to this extent.
Chief Zaria was not included in this list. His status was probably similar to Chief Duamang's vassal rather than his courtier. Feng Yuan still did not fully understand what the political system of the African Union was all about.
The nobles feasted on the meat, while Feng Yuan and his assistant Yuan Liwei constantly reached for the plate full of fruit. Du Amang noticed this, so he waved to the maidservant closest to him and whispered a few words in her ear.
Very quickly, a whole plate of sliced dragon fruits was brought out.
Even if he tried to suppress the shock in his mind, Feng Yuan's eyelids still couldn't help but twitch.
Not to mention eating it, he hadn't even seen it since he woke up from the hibernation cabin. However, these African "natives" actually put one plate after another on the table. This could no longer be described as extravagant.
"I suggest you try our roasted venison. I bet it's better than fruit." Chief Duamang grinned. "In our tribe, the strongest warrior can eat a whole stag! As for fruit, those are just things to quench our thirst. "
"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately, I'm full." Wiping the corner of his mouth with the towel handed to him by the maid, Feng Yuan put down his knife and fork, looked at Chief Duamang, and said with a smile, "Before I go to the frontier, I have something I don't know if I can ask of the honorable chief."
"Speak."
"We hope to buy some slaves, preferably from East Asia," Feng Yuan said.
"No problem." Chief Duamang stared at Feng Yuan and said, "But what are you going to use in exchange?"
"Rifles, bullets, all the firearms we can produce, even power armors …" Feng Yuan noticed that the moment Chief Duamang heard about power armors, his eyes immediately changed from lack of interest to passion.
It could be seen that these African natives had an almost fanatical reverence for power armors.
"No problem! As long as it's firearms, we want it! " Chief Duamang laughed and raised a golden glass filled with wine. "Let's put business aside for now. Let's drink to our long-term friendship!"
"Cheers!"
Just like the other tribal nobles, Feng Yuan raised his wine glass high.
No one noticed that the corners of his mouth, which was reflected in the wine, gradually curled up into a complacent smile ….
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