Forty boxes of military supplies, for Future Military's military factory, were only two or three days of production for a few production lines. Among them were grenades, rifle grenades, knives, pistols, but most of them were rifle bullets. Based on the cost conversion, it was only 10 million Xin New Dollars. If they used the newly produced Xin New Dollars, the amount might be slightly higher.
Of course, it was impossible to use new products for the natives. After Sun Xiaorou returned to the apocalypse, she immediately contacted Wang Qin in the logistics department and asked her to transfer a batch of old goods from the warehouse, the kind that was going to be sent to the shooting range for destruction, and to be cleaned and packed again.
Because NAC was very careful about the maintenance of ammunition and weapons, these re-packed military supplies looked like they were newly produced. In the twenty containers used as ransom, a small number of ammunition was replaced with duds with hollow primers and hidden at the bottom of the box.
The empty positions of these duds were installed with specific transmitters that could send coordinate signals to the outside world at a certain frequency until the power of the built-in air lithium battery was completely exhausted.
In the absence of reconnaissance satellites, it was extremely difficult to accurately locate the Moorish West Village on the African savanna. This required local guides, as well as experienced scouts to venture deep into the wilderness. However, with these firearms and supplies that were equipped with transmitters, all problems were solved.
After all the work was done, Xiaorou then found Wang Qin. Soon, the logistics department transferred more than a dozen trucks and transported these military supplies to the port.
"Thank you, you've been a great help." Xiaorou watched the port cranes load boxes of military supplies onto the cargo ship. She smiled and nodded to Wang Qin. "How much credit should I pay you for these military supplies?"
"No, no, it's all old goods that are going to be disposed of. Even if you don't want it, we'll still take these things to the shooting range. "Wang Qin waved her hand and said heartily.
Although she was promoted from the warehouse manager to the head of the logistics department, Wang Qin's identity and position had never changed. In her eyes, the entire NAC was the private property of the General. Xiaorou, as the second wife of the General, asking her for a favor was not worth mentioning at all.
"I can't do that, Jiang … General said that since I'm negotiating with you in the name of Future Development, it's better to follow normal business procedures." Rourou shook her head and insisted on paying for the firearms.
Hearing Sun Xiao Rou's words, Wang Qin couldn't help but smile. But in her heart, she thought, If you didn't come to negotiate with me, what about other companies? Don't even think about it!
Ever since the military industry was gradually taken back by the military government, the military government began to tighten the circulation of weapons on the market to prevent people with ill intentions from hoarding firearms. Many pieces of equipment would rather be wasted than sold on the market.
It wasn't that no one had the idea of buying those old military supplies. They wanted to bribe Wang Qing to buy them at a low price and sell them to the south or other regions. However, regardless of the price, she refused without exception and sent them to the NAC's prosecution office.
In terms of loyalty, no one could compare to the first generation of people who followed the marshal to conquer the world. Perhaps the survivors who just came out of the fallout shelter couldn't understand it, but these people felt respect for that person from the bottom of their hearts.
Of course, she only said the previous sentence in her mind.
After all, in her opinion, Future Development was probably registered by the second madam to relieve her boredom. She probably didn't care how much money she could make, so she just said it casually.
"You can pay as you see fit."
Although Wang Qin didn't take it to heart, Rourou still seriously thought for a moment and offered a price of 10,000 credits for a box of military supplies. Wang Qin, who didn't intend to bargain, readily agreed and asked her assistant to handle the transfer.
On the other side, just as Rourou followed Wang Qin's assistant to handle the transfer, Jiang Chen, who rarely returned to the apocalypse from the modern world, held a temporary meeting at the General's Mansion. The elusive General finally showed his face, and all the senior officials of NAC naturally sat in the conference room without a single absence. Other than the governors of the various colonies who couldn't be present, even the people from the Sixth Street and Liuding Town came in person.
"Don't be so nervous, we're just discussing a very ordinary problem." Jiang Chen smiled as he looked at his subordinates.
Since the opening of the portal between the two worlds, his mentality changed subtly.
How should he put it?
He felt the burden on his body lightened a lot. In front of his old subordinates, he was more easy-going.
Jiang Chen cleared his throat and gestured to Han Junhua, who was standing next to him. Soon, the documents were distributed to the participants of the meeting.
"The entire city of Wanghai is like a barrel of gunpowder. Every survivor has a gun in their hand. A lot of people are survivors who made a living on the wasteland, and a lot of people are probably robbers in some corner of the city. NAC doesn't pursue their crimes in other places, but it is undeniable that if these people can't find a job, it is likely to be a threat to the stability of Wanghai. Chu Nan, report the employment situation of the Sixth Street. "
"Yes, respected Lord Marshal." Chu Nan smiled, stood up, and nodded. "Based on the data provided by the unions, including freelance jobs such as mercenaries, guards, and hunters, the unemployment rate of the Sixth Street last quarter was 10%."
10% was only an estimate. It was unrealistic to calculate it to the decimal point on the wasteland. And because mercenaries, merchant guards, and other combat professions absorbed a large amount of manpower, it was difficult to accurately calculate the highly mobile population.
"10%? For the Sixth Street … this number is acceptable. " Jiang Chen nodded. "In order to find something for the people with guns and free time to do, the General Office has decided to issue the document in your hands next month. I want to hear your opinions and see if there is anything worth revising. "
In everyone's hands was a document titled "Limited Opening of Slave Trade Act and African Investment Methods." The document stated that out of respect for local laws and cultural customs, the military government would allow the slave trade in the African region to be open. Slaves could be sold and used in the African region. If they were brought to NAC territory or other colonies, their slave status would be automatically revoked.
Also, the document stated that no factories could be opened in Africa, no attacks on legal NAC citizens, and private mercenaries were encouraged to enter Africa.
After reading the document, Cheng Weiguo raised his hand.
After noticing, Jiang Chen nodded to him.
"Why don't we just send an expeditionary force?" Cheng Weiguo asked. "I heard that the Moorish tribe attacked our citizens in the Lake Victoria development zone. We can use this as an excuse to start a war."
"Because it's much more difficult to deal with than North America. Just Mombasa alone has a population of hundreds of thousands. The human resources there exceed our imagination. Small tribes gather around large tribes, and large tribes bow to larger tribes. It's a feudal system. Stepping on the African continent as NAC means a war with the African Union, and the biggest spoils of war we can get are only what we have already gotten from them. "Jiang Chen shook his head.
Including the refugees who fled from Europe, Central Asia, South Asia, and the east coast of South America, the population of the African continent was already unimaginably high.
And the most important thing was that it was not a matter of winning, but that there was no benefit at all.
NAC already obtained the fertile Lake Victoria development zone without sacrificing a single soldier. More than 10 million acres of land were waiting for them to develop. Only one million acres were developed in half a year. Just the food produced by this million acres was enough to feed the entire NAC population. On the NAC's side, all they needed to pay was some cheap bullets or obsolete power armors.
Even if they threw all the hundreds of thousands of people from the four corps over and spent two or three years to conquer the entire east coast of Africa, NAC could only farm at Lake Victoria at most. Cheng Weiguo only raised this question from the perspective of a soldier. With a little thought, he could understand the pros and cons.
"Since there are no objections, then let's vote by a show of hands." Jiang Chen looked around.
Surprisingly, even Cheng Weiguo raised his hand.
The bill passed unanimously.
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