MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1574 Polite plunder

After the parade, the non-UAE ambassador, Zaria, declined the banquet of Jiang Chen, and rushed back to Mombasa by boat overnight, and went to the palace to see the great chief.

When he arrived, the palace was also holding a banquet.

However, this banquet was not to celebrate the New Year, but to celebrate the harvest of the Lake Victoria Development Zone, in order to celebrate the granary that was almost smashed in Mombasa.

During the banquet, the nobles in the Steel Teeth tribe had a fat and strong body, which was quite a bit more than when they opened the banquet last year. From the pile of meat on them, it is not difficult to see that in the past three years, they have been quite moist.

"How come back so soon? Is the food of the monkeys not good? Or are they not entertaining?" Taking a bite of roasted venison, Du Aman’s chieftain glared at the blond big **** and looked at the knee at the door. Zaria, who was squatting, said with a smile, "Come and come, Tulumen, squeeze your fat to the side, and give our Zaria chiefs a place to go. The banquet is just beginning. Try this bottle of new wine... Mom, these Asians really enjoy it, don't know what method to use, this new wine has nothing to taste."

"No, no, chieftains, they treat me with courtesy, but I have to come back in advance and report to you about my time ago..." One knee in front of the Du Aman chief, Zaria The chieftains will come together at the celebration of nac and everything that was seen on the military parade that day.

From the prosperity of nac, the chief of Zaria felt a trace of fear.

Now nac and the steel tooth tribe are in the honeymoon period, because now what nac gets from the steel tooth tribe is enough to support the prosperity of nac. Can it be ten years later? Twenty years later?

After plundering food and industrial raw materials from Africa and dumping industrial manufactured goods into Africa, nac's industry expanded at an incredible rate, completely liberating labor from the mutant fruit farm and the nutritional mixture factory.

One day, nac's appetite will swell to the steel tribe, and even the entire non-United Arab Emirates will not be satisfied.

Zaria now even has some regrets.

Perhaps it was the wrong choice to sign the trade treaty with nac from the beginning.

"...their soldiers add up to less than half of Mombasa, not to mention our great alliance. But all the soldiers are armed with exoskeletons to their teeth, and the steps they take from the square are like a mold." Compared to the drowsy slackers in my tribe, they are not strong, nor are we fierce, but when I run into such an army, I have no confidence..."

As soon as it was said, Zaria lowered her head and stopped talking.

Of course, he dared not use the elite of Du Aman's chief to compare with those people, but euphemistically used the soldiers of his own tribe to compare with the group. With the wisdom of the chief of Du Aman, he will surely understand what he wants to express.

"I know, you have to go so far, you should be tired, come here first and sit down."

Looking up, I looked at the chieftain with disappointment, and Zaria buried her head and said heavily.

"Yes."

The banquet continued and the atmosphere did not become heavy due to the previous words of the Zaria chieftain.

Instead, the chief of Du Aman, holding a gold wine glass, was a little more absent-minded in his eyes.

Compared with the aristocrats who only know how to eat, drink, and play, and the "warriors" who have been corrupted by the wine pool, he considers them farther.

Over the years, with the expansion of nac in the Lake Victoria Development Zone, the field has expanded from the original one million mu to five million acres. The annual grain payment has also changed from more than 400,000 tons to more than two million tons now. The granary of the Steel Teeth tribe has almost exploded.

As food prices become cheaper and cheaper, the amount of arms that can be converted is less and less. Just like the leaders of African countries before the war, the Du Aman chiefs gradually began to realize that between non-industrial and industrial countries. The unequal status of trade.

When the contract was signed, it seems that it is very profitable to use grain-for-power armor. However, with the dumping of industrial manufactured goods, the flood of arms has made the war in the non-United Arab Emirates more and more fierce. The alliances in the south are also eager to move. The prices of arms products are not falling, and the original five-package grain can be changed. A power armor, now 50 containers of food are not necessarily enough to power a leg of armor.

It is clear that the other party has been working with them in a friendly manner and with a low attitude, but the chief of Du Aman has always had the illusion that his family was visited by robbers.

No, it can't be said to be an illusion.

This is the true feeling.

Not only that, but recently several large non-United Arab Emirates on the edge of the Steel Teeth tribe have become more and more restless, and even gradually put his big chief in his eyes, and his orders are against him.

The chief of Du Aman is very clear who gave them courage.

Those Asians are not just doing business with him, they are also doing business with other tribes in the UAE.

Some time ago, the mammoth tribes in the north also contracted the entire port to the future development. Because they did not have a freighter, they could not take the initiative to go to the port of Wanghai City to do business. Only those Asians could be invited in this way.

"This will not work," after the banquet, the drunken Du Aman chief, who found his Minister of Commerce, Tulumen, was the fat man who gave the Zaria chief to the seat of the Zeng, "can not let nac People continue to export arms to the non-United Arab Emirates... oh..."

"The big chief, you drink too much, I will serve you back." Seeing Du Aman going down, Tulumen rushed forward and held him.

"I am not drunk."

Waving and pushing the Tulumen, Du Aman's chieftain glanced at the fat man and watched the latter shrink his neck with fear and fear.

"The next week's meeting of the non-Emirates chiefs, you will come up with a contract for me. The general idea is that the nac will not be sold to the ports in Africa. You can only unload the goods at the port of Mombasa. Otherwise, it will be regarded as smuggling……"

"Is this going to cause other chiefs to rebound..." Looking at the faint sight of Du Aman's chieftain, Tulumen quickly stopped his words and said with a low head. "Yes, yes, I will go and do it." ”

"Hey," Du Aman snorted with his nose and waved his hand in an upset. "Go."

"Yes Yes!"

When I got back home, the drunkenness on the face of Tulumen was swept away, and I caught the hangover in my mouth. I swallowed it and rushed into the bedroom. Grabbing the phone hidden under the pillow, he dialed the number with his trembling fingers and then put the phone in his ear.

This call was given to him by a man and only a single number could be dialed.

The phone rang three times.

pass.

Without any nonsense, Tulumen’s face smiled with a smile, and the words of the chief of Du Amang were given to him, and they were repeated untouched.

After the phone was finished, Tulumen fell to sleep.

However, even he did not think that this was the next day, the wolf smoke of the civil war burned all the east coast of the non-United Arab Emirates...