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Two reporters from Aurora CCTV are filming the materials of the leaders' busy links today. The main reason is that the Legion Commander takes the busy schedule to lead guests from far away to visit the suburban farm in Havana.

To be honest, Mr. Mugabe was not very used to this boredom and false reception. He was actually more anxious to know how much practical benefits the Aurora Legion could give him. However, since he proposed to help the Legion Commander to rescue his compatriots that day, he had not received any subsequent text.

Mugabe was very worried that after losing all his trump cards, he was very worried that he would be thrown away by the Aurora Legion. Maybe the Chinese leader didn't care about his proposal at all, maybe the proposal was too difficult and would delay it for a long time. Mugabe couldn't hold on, and he was about to go bankrupt.

It is impossible for the non-Parliament to send money to Mugabe. His mission itself is like buying only one-way ticket. Whether he can return depends on how good his mission is completed.

However, after suffering in the hotel for three days and three nights, Mugabe finally welcomed good news. Victor Hugo's commander of the Aurora Legion is willing to meet him in person.

"Mr. Mugabe, can you talk about the living conditions of my compatriots in Africa?" Zhou Qingfeng walked with a smile among the low farm greenhouses. These greenhouses of more than ten square meters are spread throughout the outskirts of Havana, with tens of thousands of them.

Walking in such a spectacular greenhouse production area, Mugabe had no emotion. He only felt that it was very rustic, dirty, dusty, and had an unpleasant odor. When he asked the Legion Commander's inquiry, he only gave a stuttering answer.

“The Chinese are always busy in Africa. They help us build a lot of municipal facilities and industrial projects, and they also hire a lot of us locals, who are generous and kind.”

Mugabe racked his brains to say something good, and expressed his only impression of the Chinese. In fact, what he wanted to say was that Chinese people are rich, busy, don’t like to cause trouble, and are easy to blackmail.

"Do my compatriots raise pigs?" Zhou Qingfeng asked at a pig shed. In front of him was a pig shed worth thousands of square meters, and there were hundreds of fat pigs humming and screaming in the partition. The feed for pigs was the aged grain and dry water he brought, and the feeding results were pretty good.

But Mugabe didn't know how rare this pig farm was in front of him, that the pig farm was unique in the wasteland, and that he didn't know how the Chinese under Zhou Qingfeng ensured the supply of meat to the entire legion in a difficult environment. He only knew that this place was very smelly.

"I think your compatriots are raised." Mugabe could only speak in Zhou Qingfeng's tone.

"Does my compatriots raise chickens? Do they have vegetables? How do they survive? Do they have enemies? How many people are they? How is their distribution?" Although Mugabe said it was uncertain, Zhou Qingfeng kept asking.

Mugabe was so shocked by the problems of these continuous guns that he could only admit that he had to contact the ANC before he could give the answer.

"I think you must have brought a high-power radio station to contact the headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"Of course, I can contact the headquarters in Angola at any time. I can give you an answer to your questions soon. Please believe me, Angola does have your fellow countrymen." Mugabe finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt that he was suppressed by a large number of unanswerable questions in his momentum.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, pointed to the large number of farm greenhouses he built again and said, "Mr. Mugabe, do you know how much manpower and material resources I have spent to build this farm?"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can imagine it." Mugabe wanted to honestly say that his math was not very good.

"It took me nearly a year, tens of thousands of labor and more than one hundred thousand tons of coal. Before the nuclear winter passed, we even had to burn coal to soften the ground in order to carry out earthwork construction. In order to build it, I even shot more than three hundred lazy workers and left more than a thousand people to work hard."

Zhou Qingfeng's words made Mugabe frightened. He felt that he would have to kill people for tens of thousands of mud-breasted houses?

Zhou Qingfeng continued: "When I am based in Havana, the foundation for ruling the millions of Aurora Legion is these more than 30,000 greenhouses. The food we stored and traded in the past has already bottomed out, and the only thing here is the production capacity supplying the Legion needs, which is our foundation.

But our production efficiency is too low and our technology is too backward. I have always wanted to build modern agriculture, but unfortunately it seems that I can only build a greenhouse simply repeatedly to increase the output. The production per unit time is not proportional to consumption, which is a pity!”

Mugabe had no idea what Zhou Qingfeng meant, and he didn't know how Zhou Qingfeng's words would feel when he heard this?

The latter two are afraid that they will first scold Zhou Qingfeng for being hypocritical, and then envy that there are still people in this world who can build farms quickly. You should know that North America has been unable to expand its agricultural scale due to drought and breeding livestock problems, so they almost beg the Aurora Legion to provide more trade quotas in terms of agricultural products.

"The output of these farms is very popular and is very easy to sell in the market. We exchange the various foods produced here for the various needs we need much, and this place maintains the fate of our legion."

Zhou Qingfeng paused for a moment and Mugabe deeply agreed with this. After all, what he was most satisfied with Havana is that the food here travels all over the world is that he is afraid that he will not find a more abundant agricultural product production area than Havana. The production here has made countless people jealous.

"But in order to save my compatriots, I am willing to take out half of the production here. You must know that this is a huge wealth at present, and it can support at least half a million people, and it is not something that money can measure."

Zhou Qingfeng did not make it clear that he wanted to feed the surging population, and only the maggot-raising industry with huge output could barely maintain it. Raising pigs, chickens and vegetables is definitely not enough.

It is precisely because Zhou Qingfeng urgently needs to increase the number of his compatriots. He has rescued many Chinese engineers and businessmen who are carrying out construction in South American countries such as Brazil. These people with similar cultures and values ​​have become his most loyal fans.

In Africa, there should be more of the same Chinese. This is much more useful than the large number of yellow-skinned Chinese people rescued from North America. The latter is just Americans and Canadians with Asian faces, and it would be nice if Zhou Qingfeng didn't get angry to death.

When Mugabe finally relieved his anxiety when he heard that Zhou Qingfeng confirmed his willingness to rescue the Chinese in Africa, he finally felt that the farm he was in was a good place. The production here is indeed a huge amount of wealth, and this wealth will definitely be his share.

Excited, proud, excited, and relaxed, Mugabe immediately looked lively.

It's time to reach it!

It's going to succeed!

You're going to be the best!

In the near future, we will rule one side and become the overlord!

Of course, we still need to restrain ourselves now and make the fool in front of us like him. When Mugabe was thinking about how to flatter the noble commander of the legion for future interests, Zhou Qingfeng told him a story.

"Mr. Mugabe, do you know? I was in New York before, and a powerful South American mercenary group named Fernando was rampant in the city and demanded that everyone obey him. At that time, my strength was still very weak, and my friend was still controlled by him, and I was actually very scared."

Zhou Qingfeng started, and Mugabe could only listen, "At the beginning, Fernando asked the people in the Brooklyn community to bow their heads and join him. I am not a Brooklyn native, and I don't speak. Fernando successfully annexed the Brooklyn community and became more powerful.

Then, Fernando asked the Skeleton Society of Queens to surrender and join him. I am not a Skeleton Society, so I still don’t speak. Fernando successfully became the ruling giant of the Skeleton Society, and became more domineering and arrogant.

Again, Fernando asked the New York branch of the Iron Brotherhood to get out of New York. My relationship with the Iron Brotherhood was average, and I still didn't speak. Fernando successfully drove the Iron Brotherhood out of New York, when he was so powerful that he was arrogant.

Finally, Fernando ran to me and asked me to bow down. At that time, no one in New York had stood up to speak for me who was almost alone."

The story is quite interesting. Mugabe listened very much. He subconsciously worried about Zhou Qingfeng, "The enemy is so strong that it cannot resist. How did you deal with it? Temporarily compromise or avoid it far away? This really requires a strategy to be considered."

"I...? I killed Fernando with a nuclear bomb!"

Mugabe thought he would hear some exquisite response. He would be smart and brave in facing a strong enemy, and at least he would have to be strong and unyielding to bear humiliation. How could he know?
Chapter completed!