Even Jiang Chen himself didn't expect that his careless remark would be accurate. After a quick lunch, Rourou took about five minutes to change into a warm set of clothes and returned to the apocalypse through the Teleportation Portal.
As for what exactly happened.
Let's rewind the time to one day ago.
The apocalypse, Africa, near Lake Victoria.
On the highway across the grassland, trucks galloped on the road, stirring up clouds of dust behind them. Soldiers with live ammunition sat on the trucks. Tons of supplies were directly transported from the port to the NAC African Development Zone. This scene almost became the most unique scenery on the grassland.
Not long ago, Future Development harvested the first crop they planted since they arrived in Africa.
Nearly 400,000 tons of rice, as well as hundreds of thousands of tons of cash crops such as sugar cane, cocoa, and cotton, made Feng Yuan, the manager of Future Development in Africa, so excited that he couldn't help but kneel down and kiss the soil under his feet.
It couldn't be helped; people became like this after starving for a long time.
It had been a very, very long time since he had seen this kind of boundless golden color.
According to the agreement, Future Development developed one million acres of land and had to pay one million acres of land tax to the Great Chieftain every year. To ensure that NAC did not tamper with the land area, the Great Chieftain even sent his trusted wizard, Lusambo, to be stationed in the Lake Victoria Development Zone to supervise NAC's calculation of the land area.
One acre of land had to pay eight hundred pounds of rice or corn per year. Not to mention the boxes of yellow bullets bribed the wizard, and the hundreds of thousands of acres of "disaster land" that were blacklisted, Future Development certainly wouldn't be stupid enough to pay with "cheap" food.
Five hundred boxes of military supplies were sent to the Great Chieftain's palace, plus a few power armors and a few boxes of North American specialties. The Great Chieftain was overjoyed and patted Feng Yuan's shoulder, saying that the Asian people were the best friends of the African people.
Feng Yuan blushed in embarrassment.
In half a year, the development zone with only a dozen tents had developed to the scale of thousands of miles of fertile land.
A ten-meter-tall concrete wall surrounded the settlement, and beautiful concrete apartment buildings rose from the ground. From afar, it looked like a fortress standing on top of a hill. Man-made canals extended from the shore of Lake Victoria to the south, outlining square farmlands.
Every two hundred meters, there was a sentry tower. Heavy machine guns or other fixed weapons were placed on the sentry tower, and sentries stood beside them.
More than five hundred employees lived within the walls. In addition, there were more than four thousand slaves of different skin colors.
But even if they were slaves, their lives were definitely much better than the other slaves on the African continent. As long as they didn't slack off and completed their tasks on time, Future Development wouldn't let them go hungry.
In addition, there were professionals who taught them how to use machinery, how to farm, and how to fertilize the land. Compared to working under the hands of the Africans, at least they did not have to carry hoes and buckets to go to the field. Not only did they save a lot of labor, but their efficiency was also many times higher than before.
Those who were clever and diligent had the opportunity to break away from their status as slaves and become overseers of slaves, transforming from proletariat to accomplices of the exploitation of proletariat. Everyone was full of energy, but Feng Yuan felt that he had slacked off a lot compared to when he first came here.
It couldn't be helped, but his life was more comfortable.
Every day, he would either drive the off-road vehicle around the field or hunt some game with the native shaman, Lu Sambo, with a shotgun. The occasional royal banquet hosted by the chief was one of the few social engagements. He didn't have to worry about women. Not to mention that the chief would occasionally reward him with some "gifts" that he didn't need to bring back, he could also pick up some good stuff from the slave market.
Asians were more refined than Africans in terms of aesthetics. In the aesthetic concept of Africans, a thick mouth, a big chest, and a perky butt were beauties. They weren't picky about facial features, and they didn't even have a standard concept. This also led to slaves with thin bodies but exquisite facial features being left behind. Not only did Feng Yuan like to go to the slave market in Mombasa to pick up leftovers, but a lot of official employees in the development zone also had this hobby.
Of course, this didn't mean that Feng Yuan didn't do anything important. His credit was still significant.
For example, the road from the Lake Victoria development zone to the port, and even the latest berths and cranes at the port were built by Future Development.
Zhao Corporation made a fortune from the cement business, and some construction teams that went to Africa with Future Development also made a lot of money. But the African merchants were furious because the "unruly" Future Group didn't let them make money at all.
Who would let them make money!
NAC people weren't stupid.
A bag of cement could be sold for the price of two bags of cement. The cost of Zhao Corporation transporting the cement from Wanghai was much cheaper than before. And the small amount of cement supply made people wonder how long their factories had been shut down and how long the local construction teams hadn't taken on jobs.
But there was one thing Feng Yuan didn't expect.
The African merchants … or the tribes that did business, the reason why most of them didn't manage well was not entirely because they were lazy, but because business itself was only their sideline. Banditry was their main business.
Bloody survival eliminations were the norm on the Great Prairie.
On the first Sunday after harvesting the last acre of land in the development zone, Feng Yuan deeply experienced this point.
As usual, Feng Yuan threw the shotgun into the trunk of the off-road vehicle, took Lu Sambo, the native wizard, and two guards, and prepared to hunt some game on the African prairie. But before the car drove out, they were forced back by the siren of the settlement.
"What's the situation?"
Feng Yuan jumped out of the car, caught an officer running to the wall, and hurriedly asked.
"Report! Our food team was hijacked by unknown armed forces. Ten trucks and twenty employees were taken hostage. Eight of the ten bodyguards were killed … "
Feng Yuan's heart skipped a beat. He no longer cared about the dozens of tons of food on the trucks, but the lives of the twenty employees. If someone died, he, as the manager of the development zone, must be held responsible.
"What about the mercenaries?!"
"They said that tribe is the tribe of the chief, so they didn't dare to go against them. Our people resisted until the end, but they had too many people. "The officer gnashed his teeth in anger.
Not to mention the military officer, even Feng Yuan was so angry that he cursed out loud.
These bastards took a lot of pay, but when it came to risking their lives, each one was more cowardly than the last. If it was in Wanghai, no matter how bad the reputation of the mercenary group was, they wouldn't run away without a single shot. It was fine if they couldn't protect the goods, but they couldn't even protect the people!
"Report! Two kilometers ahead, unknown armed forces are approaching! "
There were shouts on the wall.
The officer anxiously looked at Feng Yuan.
Feng Yuan immediately understood and hurriedly said.
"Go do what you need to do."
"Yes!" The officer saluted and ran in the direction of the stairs.
Feng Yuan gritted his teeth, stared at the calm Lu Sambo, and called the native wizard to go up the wall. He took the binoculars from the soldier next to him and looked in the direction of the road.
Feng Yuan's expression immediately changed after he took a look at it.
It wasn't that he didn't encounter armed forces that came looking for trouble before, but the number was usually only two or three trucks and no more than twenty guns at most. The sentries on the sentry tower fired a machine gun, and those people would scatter like birds and beasts.
But now, looking at the rolling dust in the distance, Feng Yuan's heart began to pound.
There were at least thirty trucks. He didn't know if there were heavy weapons on the trucks, but based on his understanding of the African continent, the more trucks a tribe had, the stronger they were. And these people chose the sensitive time when the development zone just finished harvesting the first crop.
Without a doubt, the enemy came prepared.
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