After the military parade, the non-allied ambassador, Chief Zaria, declined Jiang Chen's invitation and rushed back to Mombasa overnight. He personally went to the palace to see the chief.
When he arrived, a banquet was also held in the palace.
However, this banquet was not to celebrate the New Year, but to celebrate the harvest in the Lake Victoria development zone and to celebrate the almost bursting granary of Mombasa.
During the banquet, the nobles in the Gangya Tribe were all plump and fat. Compared to last year's banquet, they were much fatter. From the pile of fat on their bodies, it was not difficult to see that they lived quite well in the past three years.
"Why are you back so soon? Is the food of those monkeys not delicious? Or did they not treat you well? " Taking a bite of the roasted venison, Chief Du Amang hugged the blonde, blue-eyed, big-breasted beauty, and looked at Zarya, who was kneeling on one knee at the door. He laughed heartily and said, "Come, come, Tolumen, squeeze your fat to the side and give our Chief Zarya some space. The banquet has just begun, come and try this bottle of newly brewed wine … Damn, these Asians really know how to enjoy themselves. I don't know what method they used, but this newly brewed wine doesn't taste bitter at all."
"No, none of them, Chief. They treated me with courtesy, but I had to come back early to report to you what I saw some time ago …" Kneeling in front of Chief Duamang, Chief Zaria recounted everything he saw at the NAC celebration and the military parade.
From the prosperity of NAC, Chief Zaria felt a trace of fear.
Now NAC and the Gangya Tribe were in the honeymoon period because what NAC got from the Gangya Tribe was enough to support NAC's prosperity. But ten years later? Twenty years later?
Plundering food and industrial raw materials from Africa, and then dumping industrial manufactured products in Africa, NAC's industry expanded at an incredible speed, completely liberating labor from mutated fruit farms and nutrient supply factories.
One day, NAC's appetite would expand to the point that the Gangya Tribe and even the entire African Union couldn't satisfy it.
Zaria even regretted it now.
Perhaps the trade treaty he signed with NAC was a wrong choice from the beginning.
"… Their soldiers add up to less than half of Mombasa's, not to mention our great Alliance. But all the soldiers were armed to the teeth with exoskeletons, and their footsteps on the square seemed to be carved from the same mold. Compared to the sleepy and lazy people in my tribe, they are not as strong or as fierce as us. But I have no confidence in facing such an army … "
Zaria lowered his head and didn't speak again.
Of course, he didn't dare to compare the elites under Great Chief Du Amang with those people. Instead, he tactfully compared the warriors of his own tribe with those people. With Great Chieftain Du Amang's intelligence, he would definitely be able to understand what he wanted to express.
"I know. You must be tired after such a long journey. Come here and sit down."
Zaria raised his head and looked at the Great Chieftain in disappointment. He lowered his head and said in a heavy tone.
"Yes."
The banquet continued, and the atmosphere did not become heavy because of Chief Zaria's previous words.
But when Great Chieftain Du Amang held the golden wine glass, his eyes were a bit more absent-minded.
Compared to the nobles in the tribe who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun, and the "warriors" corrupted by alcohol, he certainly considered further.
Over the years, with the expansion of NAC's Lake Victoria development zone, the land had expanded from the original one million acres to five million acres. The annual payment of food also increased from more than 400,000 tons to more than two million tons. The granary of the Gangya Tribe was almost full.
The price of food was getting cheaper and cheaper, but the amount of arms that could be converted was decreasing. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, Great Chieftain Du Amang gradually began to understand the unequal status of trade between non-industrial countries and industrial countries.
The contract signed at the beginning seemed to be profitable to exchange food for power armors. However, with the dumping of manufactured goods, the overflowing arms made the war in the African Union more and more intense. The Southern Alliance was also restless, and the price of arms increased instead of decreasing. Originally, five containers of food could be exchanged for a power armor, but now, fifty containers of food might not even be enough to exchange for one leg of a power armor.
Obviously, the other party had been friendly and humbled themselves to cooperate with them, but Great Chieftain Du Amang always had the illusion that his home was visited by robbers.
No, it wasn't an illusion.
It was a real feeling.
Not only that, recently, several non-allied tribes around the Gangya Tribe were becoming more and more restless, and they even began to disregard him as the Great Chieftain and disobeyed his orders.
Great Chieftain Du Amang knew who gave them the courage.
Those Asians were not only doing business with him, but also with the other tribes that were not part of the United Kingdom.
Just some time ago, the Mammoth Tribe in the north contracted the entire port to Future Development. Because they didn't have cargo ships, they couldn't take the initiative to do business at the port of Wanghai, so they could only use this method to invite those Asians.
"This can't go on." After the banquet, the drunk Great Chieftain Du Amang found his Minister of Commerce, Turuman, the fat man who moved the seat for Chief Zaria. "We can't let NAC continue to export arms to non-allied tribes … burp …"
"Great Chieftain, you've drunk too much. I'll take you back." Seeing that Du Amang was about to collapse, Tolumen rushed forward and supported him.
"I'm not drunk."
Great Chieftain Du Amang pushed the door open and glared fiercely at the fat man. When he saw the fat man shrink his neck in fear, he cleared his throat and said.
"Next week, hold a meeting of non-allied chiefs. You draft a contract for me. The general idea is that in the future, NAC arms can't be sold to African ports and can only be unloaded at the port of Mombasa. Otherwise, it will be considered smuggling …"
"Will this cause a backlash from other chiefs …" Seeing that Chieftain Du Amang's gaze gradually turned hostile, Turuman quickly stopped talking, lowered his head, and said nervously, "Yes, yes, I will do it."
"Hmph." Du Amang snorted and waved his hand in annoyance. "Get out."
"Yes, yes!"
When he returned home, the drunkenness on Turuman's face suddenly disappeared. He grabbed a handful of sobriety medicine and poured it into his mouth, swallowed a mouthful of water, and rushed into the bedroom. He grabbed the phone hidden under the pillow, dialed a number with trembling fingers, and put the phone to his ear.
The phone was given to him by a man, and he could only dial one number.
The phone rang three times.
It connected.
Without wasting any time, Tolumen smiled fawningly and repeated what Great Chief Du Amang had told him, word for word.
After the phone call, Turuman fell asleep.
However, even he didn't expect that on the second day, the smoke of civil war would burn the entire East Coast of Africa …
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