The weather is sunny today, the breeze is blowing, the earth is full of spring, and it is a harmonious scene. Our beloved...
Two "Aurora CCTV" reporters are filming today's very busy session of leadership. The main thing is that the Army Commander led guests from far away to visit the suburban farms of Havana despite his busy schedule.
To be honest, Mr. Mugabe was not used to this kind of boring and false reception. He was actually more anxious to know how much practical benefits the Aurora Corps could give him. However, since that day he proposed to help the Legion Commander rescue his compatriots.
Later, he did not receive any follow-up message.
Mugabe was very worried. After losing all his trump cards, he was worried that he would be abandoned by the Aurora Legion. Maybe the Chinese leader didn't care about his proposal at all. Maybe the proposal was too difficult and would be delayed for a long time - Mugabe
But Bei couldn't hold on any longer. He was going bankrupt.
It is impossible for the African National League to send money to Mugabe. His mission itself is like buying a one-way ticket. Whether he can return depends on how well he completes the mission.
However, after suffering in the hotel for three days and three nights, Mugabe finally received good news—the commander of the Aurora Corps, Victor Hugo, was willing to meet him in person.
"Mr. Mugabe, can you talk about the living conditions of my compatriots in Africa?" Zhou Qingfeng smiled and walked among the low farm greenhouses. Such greenhouses of more than ten square meters are scattered throughout the suburbs of Havana.
, there are tens of thousands of them.
Walking in such a spectacular greenhouse production area, Mugabe did not feel any emotion. He only felt that the place was rustic, dirty, dusty, and had an unpleasant stench. As for the army commander's inquiry,
He only gave stammering answers.
"The Chinese are always busy in Africa. They have helped us build many municipal facilities and industrial projects. They have also hired many locals. They are very generous and kind."
Mugabe racked his brains to say something nice, and said all the impressions he had about the Chinese people. In fact, what he wanted to say was that the Chinese are rich, busy, don't like to cause trouble, and are easy to blackmail.
"Do my compatriots raise pigs?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, pointing to a pig shed. In front of him was a pig shed of more than a thousand square meters, with hundreds of fat pigs groaning in the stalls.
The pigs' feed was the aged grain and dried water he brought, and the results were pretty good.
But Mugabe didn't know how rare this pig farm was. He didn't know that the pig farm in front of him was unique in the wasteland, and he didn't know how the Chinese under Zhou Qingfeng ensured the entire army in a difficult environment.
Meat was served, and all he knew was that the place stinked.
"I think your compatriots are well-educated." Mugabe could only follow Zhou Qingfeng's tone of voice.
"Do my compatriots raise chickens? Do they grow vegetables? How do they survive? Do they have enemies? How many are there? How are they distributed?" Although Mugabe was unsure, Zhou Qingfeng kept asking questions.
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Mugabe was left speechless by these barrage of questions, and in the end he could only admit that he had to contact the African National League before he could give an answer.
"I think you must have brought a high-power radio to communicate with the headquarters, right?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.
"Of course, I can contact the headquarters in Angola at any time. I can give answers to your questions quickly. Please believe me, there are indeed your compatriots in Angola." Mugabe finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that he was
The momentum was suppressed by a large number of unanswerable questions.
Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, pointed to the large number of farm greenhouses he had built again and said: "Mr. Mugabe, do you know how much manpower and material resources I spent to build this farm?"
"I'm sorry, I guess I can't imagine it." Mugabe wanted to admit that he was not very good at math.
"It took me nearly a year, tens of thousands of laborers, and more than 100,000 tons of coal. In order to carry out earthwork construction before the nuclear winter passed, we even had to burn coal to bake the ground soft. In order to build it, I even More than 300 people who were sabotaging their work were shot and more than 1,000 people were forced to do hard labor."
Zhou Qingfeng's words made Mugabe tremble with fear. He felt that for tens of thousands of clay houses, why would he spend so much effort and kill people?
And Zhou Qingfeng continued: "I am based in Havana, and the basis for ruling the millions of people in the Aurora Legion is these more than 30,000 greenhouses. The food we previously stored and traded has been exhausted, and only the production here can supply it. Legion needs, this is our foundation.
But our production efficiency is too low and our technology is too backward. I have always wanted to establish modern agriculture, but unfortunately now it seems that we can only simply build repeated greenhouses to increase output. The output and consumption per unit time are not directly proportional, which is a pity!”
Mugabe had no idea what Zhou Qingfeng meant, let alone what Zhou Qingfeng's words would do if Commander David Lawrence of the Brotherhood of Steel and President Gray Cornyn of the Enclave heard about them. Thoughts?
The latter two will probably first scold Zhou Qingfeng for hypocrisy, and then envy that there are still people in the world who can happily build farms. You must know that North America has been unable to expand the scale of agriculture due to drought and breeding livestock problems, and therefore is almost begging for agricultural products. Aurora Legion provides more trade quota points.
"The output of these farms is very popular and sells very easily in the market. We use the various foods produced here to exchange for various needs that we urgently need. This place maintains the destiny of our legion."
Zhou Qingfeng paused for a moment when he said this. Mugabe deeply agreed with this statement. After all, what he was most satisfied with in Havana was the food here. If he traveled all over the world, he would not be able to find a richer source of agricultural products than Havana. , the produce here makes countless people jealous.
"But in order to save my compatriots, I am willing to give up half of the output here. You have to know that this is a huge amount of wealth nowadays. It can support at least 500,000 people. Wealth cannot be measured by money."
Zhou Qingfeng did not make it clear that in order to feed the surging population, only the maggot farming industry with huge output can barely sustain it. Relying on raising pigs, chickens and vegetables is definitely not enough.
Because of this, Zhou Qingfeng urgently needs to increase the number of his compatriots. He has rescued many Chinese engineers and businessmen who were doing construction in Brazil and other South American countries before. These people who share the same culture and values as him have become His most loyal supporter.
In Africa, there should be more of the same Chinese people. This is much more useful than the large number of yellow-skinned and white-hearted Chinese people rescued from North America. The latter are just Americans and Canadians with Asian faces, which did not make Zhou Qingfeng angry. Death would be good.
After hearing Zhou Qingfeng's confirmation that he was willing to rescue the Chinese in Africa, Mugabe finally let go of his anxiety. Only then did he feel that the farm he was on was a good place. The produce here was indeed a huge wealth, and this He will definitely have his share of wealth.
Excited, proud, jubilant and relaxed, Mugabe suddenly appeared to have a lively expression.
It’s going to be developed!
It's going to be successful!
Become a master!
In the near future, you will rule one side and become the overlord!
Of course, now he still needs to restrain himself and make the fool in front of him like himself - just when Mugabe was thinking about how to flatter the distinguished commander of the army for the sake of future benefits, Zhou Qingfeng told him another story.
"Mr. Mugabe, do you know? When I was living in New York, there was a powerful South American mercenary group named Fernando who ran rampant in the city and asked everyone to obey him. At that time, I was still very weak, and my friends were still being raped.
He was controlling, but he was actually very scared."
Zhou Qingfeng started, but Mugabe could only listen attentively, "At the beginning, Fernando asked the people in the Brooklyn community to bow their heads and join him. I am not from Brooklyn, and I will not speak. Fernando successfully annexed the Brooklyn community and became more powerful."
Then, Fernando asked the Skull and Bones Society in Queens to surrender and join him. I am not a member of the Skull and Bones Society, so I will remain silent. Fernando succeeded in becoming the ruling giant of the Skull and Bones Society, becoming increasingly domineering and arrogant.
Again, Fernando asked the New York branch of the Brotherhood of Steel to get out of New York. My relationship with the Brotherhood of Steel was average, and I still didn't speak. Fernando successfully drove the Brotherhood of Steel out of New York. By then, he was already extremely powerful.
Finally, Fernando ran up to me and asked me to kneel down. At that time, no one in New York stood up to speak up for me who was almost alone."
The story is quite interesting. Mugabe was very engaged in listening to it. He was also subconsciously worried about Zhou Qingfeng, "The enemy has become too strong to resist. How do you deal with it? Compromise temporarily or avoid it at a distance? This matter really requires thinking about strategy.
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"I...? I killed Fernando with a nuclear bomb!"
Mugabe thought he would hear some ingenious response, resourcefulness and bravery in the face of a powerful enemy, and at least the perseverance to endure humiliation, but who knew...
What..., a nuclear bomb?! The strong sense of threat in this story made Mugabe much better behaved.