Chapter 438 Tuvalu Coup: Mutant Nation Founding Event (3) 4,000-Word Chapter

"What?" Mordot thought he had heard wrong. What had this young girl said to herself just now? What they want to buy is the country of Tuvalu?

Is it because I am too outdated or is the world too crazy? Mordot instantly felt that his thinking could not keep up with the times.

Katie said to Modot in a serious and serious tone: "President Modot, I said we want to buy the whole of Tuvalu! Buy the entire sovereignty of this country!"

This time Mordot listened very seriously, and he was sure he heard correctly. The girl named Katie did speak out about their purpose. Instead of buying real estate, not buying the right to use the ocean, but buying the sovereignty of this country?

"Wait! Do you want this country? Do you want the whole country?!" Mordot's folder had fallen from his hand, because what Katie said was a bit beyond his expectations.

"Yes, we need the full sovereignty and political power of this country. Tuvalu is a small island, and it is a small island so small that it will be swallowed by the sea at any time. Any accident will accelerate the destruction of this country." Katie's tone was abnormal Seriously, she's telling the truth, without exaggeration or embellishment.

"Living on this island is too hard for you and your people. If there is not enough money to build flood barriers, or raise the foundations of the entire country. I am sure you know what will happen to this country."

"It's not me making any threats, Mr. Mordot. When the sea level continues to rise and the panic brought to this country, I even doubt that you can't even survive 2030. Maybe civil unrest will start to break out in 2020."

What Katie said is well-founded. Mordot is well aware of the difficulties facing the small country. Recently, the domestic situation has become unstable. Some people feel that it is meaningless to live in this country with no future. It's better to indulge in the last moments of your life.

They want to overthrow the regime, and then live an anarchist life for more than ten years, and finally drown in the sea. There are still some lunatics who have this kind of thinking. This group has given up hope.

If it weren't for the call from Roberto, Mordot had announced to the whole country that large companies in South America would come to the country to recruit a large number of workers and provide overseas employment opportunities for citizens. I'm afraid those guys have already started to move, right?

Mordot only has a guard force of less than one hundred people, and many of the weapons equipped are weapons and equipment left over from the US military during World War II. He has no confidence in suppressing a possible riot.

Roberto's luxury passenger plane landed at Tuvalu Airport today, but it was seen by the whole country. Everyone's last hope is on this opportunity of overseas employment. Only by leaving this damn island can they start a new life!

Modot smiled wryly. It seems that these young people in front of him have already understood the situation in Tuvalu. Coming to him now is a simple showdown.

Negotiation is a game, and like all games, this game requires chips and cards. Katie has already revealed her cards, but her hole cards have not yet been revealed, and she has a lot of chips.

On the other hand, Modot's hand was a mess, and there was no such thing as a hole card. As for the chips, he didn't have any chips in his hand except for a small island that was about to sink.

Mordot sat weakly on the chair opposite Katie, and sighed: "What do you want? Buy a country that is about to sink and live in the shadow of the president? But the national heart of this country is long gone. They're all trying to get out of this country. I'm doing my best to help them, if you want to rule them and play Game of Thrones then go somewhere else."

Mordot has already regarded this group of young people in front of him as the super rich second generation, the kind who spend tens of millions of dollars to find excitement.

Katie smiled: "It's not that boring, Mr. President. We will indeed help you do a lot of things. For example, what Roberto told you on the phone before. Develop overseas employment for your citizens. And We can guarantee that all more than 11,000 citizens will be transferred from this small island that will be silent."

Katie pointed to Roberto, and Roberto smiled and confirmed Katie's statement.

In this way, it was Mordot's turn to be a little confused: "There are no citizens, what's the use of this country?" In this case, the country is only an empty shell.

But for Katie, what she needs is an empty shell! A blank sheet of paper with nothing on it is good for painting. Only after having this empty shell, can she build a home for mutants in this shell.

Katie said slowly: "It doesn't matter, Mr. President. There are not many choices in front of you now. Save your citizens and let them leave this country that is slowly committing suicide. Or give up this opportunity and let you and your The citizens of the country will be buried with this country."

Katie motioned for the little rascal who was following her to hand over a document, and she took the document and handed it to Mordot.

"This is the best chance for this country, and I'm afraid it's also the last chance. Mr. President, let's decide what choice to make after reading this agreement." Katie said calmly. Because this time the initiative is in her hands, Modot and Tuvalu have no choice!

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The night in Tuvalu is not lively at all, even very deserted. Because there are no street lights in many places at night, if a wave hits you on the road, you may be directly involved in the sea and disappear without a trace.

So people in this country rarely choose to go out at night. The only place that can be counted as more lively is near the Tuvalu Airport and the presidential residence.

This is the highest place in the country. It is also one of the few places with entertainment venues. Not far from the airport is one of the most "luxury" bars in the country. Its level of luxury is roughly equivalent to that of a bar in a small country town with hundreds of people in the United States.

But even so, most people would not choose to come here for consumption. Because most of the daily necessities in Tuvalu cannot be self-sufficient, many things have to be imported. Therefore, the consumption of bars is very high, especially for this country with a per capita annual output value of less than 2,000 US dollars, it can be said to be frighteningly expensive.

But today a lot of people flocked to the bar, and even if they didn't drink, the owner of the bar made an exception and didn't drive anyone away.

Because everyone is waiting for the news, since seeing Roberto's luxury passenger plane landed at the airport during the day, all citizens believe what the old President Modot said, he said that there will be a large number of overseas employment opportunities coming!

For the citizens of Tuvalu, this is a blessing from heaven! Even those extremists who want to overthrow the government and live a few years of anarchism in style are looking forward to this opportunity.

Because they are not stupid! The reason why they had such thoughts before was entirely because there was no hope in this country, and there was no way out except to wait for death.

But if you have the opportunity to work abroad, it means you can have a considerable income. At that time, there may even be opportunities to live abroad directly. This is a very, very important thing for everyone.

This bar is the closest to the presidential residence and the airport. Moreover, the son of the bar owner works in the presidential mansion, and this is always the place where he can get the news the fastest once there is any news.

The bar owner knew what everyone was expecting, and if he wanted to drive people away at this time, he would be outraged. And he also wants to know whether the president can reach an agreement with the big boss in America.

"Old John, have a glass of beer." It was two decadent-looking young men who asked the bar owner for a drink. Brother Slaughter. The two brothers originally had a small fishing boat, which was dedicated to catching some sardines or something.

Occasionally New Zealand fishmongers come to buy their catch when they meet them at sea. But last month, due to price differences, the main reason was that the New Zealanders suppressed the price too hard. The two brothers were only willing to pay $800 for the two tons of sardines they caught.

Although it is true that sardines are not worth much, they are not so worthless. The two brothers fell out with the fishmonger at the time. And beat up the fishmonger.

At that time, the New Zealander quit. He sailed directly and sank the fishing boat of the two brothers. The New Zealanders drive a 1,000-ton diesel-powered fishing boat. The two brothers owned nothing more than a twenty-ton wooden fishing boat. So the fishing boat was directly hit and sunk.

The two brothers drifted at sea with the broken plank for nearly three days before returning to the shore of Tuvalu. The two brothers almost died in this incident. President Mordot issued a diplomatic note to New Zealand on this matter, but the other side directly regarded him as farting. There is not even a response, let alone the matter of compensation, pretending that there is no such thing at all.

Since then, the two brothers have become extremely decadent, and they have given up hope in life. If it weren't for hearing about foreign employment opportunities this time, I'm afraid they would have joined the ranks of opposing the government.

The Slaughter brothers drank their wine lifelessly, looking out of the door from time to time just like other people in this bar, hoping that a messenger could come and tell everyone how the situation is now.

"Let's go, let's go." A girl squeezed into the front of the bar. She looked like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and she was quite upright. She asked anxiously: "Old John, Is there any news?"

The bar owner shook his head silently: "Kadell, not yet. And, to be honest, Kadell. This is an expatriate labor service job. I heard that the Costa Group is recruiting jobs in plantations, farms and mining areas. They estimate that they will need It’s all hard work, and I’m afraid it will be difficult for you to be selected.”

The young girl named Kadel took a look at herself. Her slender arms and legs didn't look like she could do heavy physical labor. She said sadly, "But, if I can't be selected, then I will Who will support the sick mother? Do you want me to stay on this small island with my mother and wait to die?"

Big Slough glanced at Cadell: "Cadle, let's be honest. My brother likes you. If you are willing to marry him, both of us brothers should be selected. We will find a way to get you and you Mom is going abroad. As long as you promise to marry my brother."

Little Slaughter looked at Cadell without speaking, and just nodded sullenly. Kadel looked at the Slough brothers. The two brothers had been fishing for a living before, and their lives in Tuvalu were not bad. Because the food was good, their bodies were strong enough.

If the labor assignment this time requires heavy labor, the two brothers will most likely be selected.

Cadell hesitated a little, Big Slaughter's words were directly tempting her. There is no love here, love is a luxury in this country where survival is difficult. Only living is the first.

Cadell looked at the appearance of little Slaughter. He was neither handsome nor ugly, but his body was very strong. She has no affection or dislike for this man.

Big Slauder was a little impatient with Cadell's hesitation: "Hurry up and make a decision, girl! If you still want to come over after our brother is selected for labor dispatch, I will not agree to my brother marrying you. At that time, there will be plenty of good girls who are willing to post and follow him to go abroad!"

What Big Slauder said was not false at all, and without any chance of hesitation or consideration, Kadel was about to say: "Okay, I..."

Jingling bell~! The door of the bar was pushed open again, and everyone's eyes were attracted, including the Slaughter brothers and Cadell.

The person who came was John Jr., the son of John Jr., who was a waiter in the presidential mansion. Out of breath, he looked as if he had run straight from the presidential mansion. He walked to the bar, and everyone made way for him. The originally noisy bar fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at Little John.

See what news he brings. Little John took a sip of water at the bar to breathe, and then stood on the bar and said to the hundreds of people present: "The President has signed an agreement with Mr. Roberto, and they will officially recruit workers at Tuvalu Airport tomorrow. ! The work location is determined to be in South America and Southeast Asia! The work period is said to be a long-term contract of more than ten years!"

Wow~! Clapping, stomping, crying and laughing filled the bar. The bar, which was quiet just now, boiled instantly. Knowing the news was one thing, but it was another thing to confirm the news. After all, only when it is confirmed that the old president has really reached an agreement can these citizens rest assured.

"Little John, wait a minute! Did they say how many people they want to recruit?" Brother Slauder thought a little more deeply. If the number of recruits is too small, then the competition you have to face is very fierce.

And the questions raised by the Slough brothers are also the focus of many others. Everyone expects to be able to recruit more positions. Only in this way can they have a greater chance of being selected. Especially girls like Cadell, who prayed for some jobs like cooking and logistics.

Little John cleared his throat and said to everyone in a cheerful tone: "The number of recruits, everyone! That's all!"