Chapter 997: Compatriots From Afar

There is a miniature golf course southeast of the outskirts of Havana. Its area is only the size of a football field, but it is a small circle where the dignitaries of the Aurora Legion interact. Minister Clooney of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is swinging here, surrounded by many businessmen and representatives of overseas forces who depend on the legion for their livelihood.

Currently in the Caribbean and South America, if you want to live well, you must have a good relationship with the Aurora Legion, otherwise you will be suppressed in trade, and you will be approached by the Legion Navy unexpectedly.

"Ah... that's right. We are preparing for the establishment of a regular Ministry of National Defense. The structure of the Army Division has been completed, and the Navy Division is being formed next. Especially the new generation of naval shipbuilding plans is the top priority."

Clooney is still the fat old white man in the past. He went to Washington last time to show his prestige and let the legion establish a trade bridgehead in the North American continent-Miss Fox is eager to get a port in North America, so the Washington area is now a Legion-controlled enclaves.

A high position and power can give people a great sense of superiority. Now Mr. Clooney is always surrounded by flattering and fawning people, and some people even try to bribe him to obtain certain financial benefits. This gave the old white man a second life.

It's just that the current financial institutions are controlled by Miss Fox, and her boss is scheming and ruthless, taking bribes is courting death.

When he saw a tall black man appear, Clooney stopped swinging. He raised his head and smiled at the people around him: "Look, we have another friend from Africa."

When Mugabe stepped onto the pitch, he was cursing luxury. He also studied in Europe, he is not a bumpkin, and he knows that it costs a lot of money to build such a lawn in the current world. But now he had to act like a bumpkin, to show his obedience.

"Dear Mr. Minister, thank you very much for agreeing to my meeting request." Mugabe bent down, let his head lower than Clooney's, and at the same time took out a small box and handed it out, "I am a bit from A small gift from Africa, I hope it can be passed on to Your Excellency the Legion Commander."

The huge rough diamond from Sierra Leone is crystal clear and radiant. Although it has not been carved, it is already dazzling. This gift was for Victor Hugo. Naturally, Clooney would not refuse, so he accepted it with a smile and nod.

"Mr. Mugabe, welcome to Havana. I hope you have a good time here." Clooney didn't have too much politeness, and cut to the point after a few pleasantries.

"We are happy to establish a close relationship with friends in Africa, but to maintain it requires practical benefits. I wonder what you have brought to us?"

Straightforward, no nonsense, with a dozen or so people from other parts of the Caribbean on the golf course, everyone fell silent wondering what this African 'friend' had to offer?

Mugabe doesn't like nonsense either, but he is a little apprehensive, "Our AU currently occupies Angola, where the oil production is very good."

But Clooney shrugged, pointed back to another person beside him and said, "This gentleman is from Venezuela. Their oil is also abundant, and the distance is relatively cheap."

The person named smiled slightly, but stared at Mugabe as if seeing an enemy. At present, it is necessary to transport oil from tens of thousands of kilometers away, and anyone with a normal mind will not do it.

"Africa is also very rich in mineral resources...." Mugabe changed his perspective.

Clooney even shook his head, "It's too far away, Mr. Mugabe. We don't need to transport minerals from far away Africa. The Caribbean and South America can provide all the raw materials and markets we need."

Sure enough, the current rulers are extremely realistic and self-interested, and no one cares about the life and death of distant Africa. Mugabe originally wanted to say that he could use gold to buy some supplies, but considering the amount of gold he owns, he wisely skipped this topic.

"I can provide you with a group of Chinese people." Mugabe said this, with an inscrutable and sly smile on his face. It's just that he was beating drums in his heart, wondering if the idea he came up with temporarily would work or not?

on the way,

Mugabe sees Victor Hugo's portrait. The portrait is now ubiquitous in Havana and is believed to bring good luck by hanging it. And thinking of the rumor that the ruler is Chinese, Mugabe thought that there were many Chinese in the area where he came.

The Chinese in America have many origins, such as the piglets who were sold in the early years, the Chinese who lived for two or three generations, and the passers-by who came to study abroad, travel or do business. Zhou Qingfeng has been trying to expand the number of compatriots around him, but this effort has been ineffective.

In the cataclysm, not many Chinese in America survived. Some of them are not the same as Zhou Qingfeng, they can't even speak Chinese, and their ideas are completely different from each other.

It is different in Africa. The history of the Chinese entering Africa is not long. Apart from some businessmen, there are also a large number of engineers. For example, there are many Chinese workers and technicians in the oil project in Angola.

The Chinese who are able to travel to Africa are especially able to endure hardships, especially able to work, and are particularly organized and disciplined. Moreover, compared with African black ghosts who only know how to fight and kill, the Chinese after the cataclysm are more crisis-conscious. They hugged together to keep warm and tried their best to survive.

The Chinese who gathered scattered compatriots, stockpiled food and water, collected weapons and ammunition, and engaged in oil projects in Angola formed a considerable force. This group of people came to Africa only in the last 10 or 20 years, and there was not much estrangement from Zhou Qingfeng before, and it was exactly what he needed most.

Mugabe is also betting that if he raises this condition with the Brotherhood of Steel or Enclave, they will definitely ignore him. But the Aurora Legion is different. Its head is Chinese. He bet that the ruler here may have some interest in his compatriots.

But Clooney didn't express his opinion immediately after hearing this sentence, he just laughed and laughed. This made Mugabe flustered, and he quickly threw out another card he had in his hands, "Actually, there are many white people in Africa, and most of them are living miserable lives. Maybe you are willing to rescue them."

Clooney’s noncommittal gave Mugabe a glimmer of hope. He continued: “Where we are, most of the white people are social elites. For example, the white people in South Africa are very capable. We can help you recruit them, and you definitely need them.” Scientists."

Mugabe also couldn't figure out whether there were any white men who could be scientists in South Africa, but the bragging ability of black people made him enter the mode of talking nonsense. He even listed the American and French military bases in Africa, saying that there are a lot of weapons and equipment that can be taken away at will.

"Mr. Minister, you can gain a lot of benefits through our channels. Do you want to contact Europeans? You are right to find us. Do you want to know the situation in the Middle East? We can also help. Now is the best time to dominate Africa opportunity."

Mugabe's bullshit is blowing up to the sky, but in fact Clooney only remembered the fact that the other party said that there are a large number of Chinese in Africa. In the opinion of Mr. Foreign Minister, it is very necessary to please His Excellency the Legion Commander from time to time, which is related to whether his status is stable.

And Victor Hugo, the head of the army, has always taken good care of his compatriots. 8