Chapter 998: Teaching a Man to Fish

"This Mr. Mugabe said that there are a large number of Chinese refugees stranded in Angola?" Zhou Qingfeng held a record of the meeting in his hand, which provided a lot of information in a small amount of words.

In the office of the Legion Commander in the Capitol, the low-key and luxurious decoration represents the identity of the owner. Minister of Foreign Affairs Clooney stood in front of his desk and said with a respectful but friendly smile, "Your Excellency, Commander, I think this Mr. Mugabe will please you very much. But his proposal is very feasible."

"You are flattering me too." Zhou Qingfeng chuckled and dropped the meeting record, "But I want to thank you for your flattery. Knowing that some compatriots are suffering, I can't just sit idly by."

Zhou Qingfeng said that he couldn't 'sit back and watch', but in fact his status depends on how many people he can control and can work together with him. At present, the estimated population of the Legion has exceeded one million, but the number of Chinese people barely exceeds 30,000 after searching everywhere.

It is a hidden danger after all to rule the majority by the minority. Once it is out of control, it will be a disaster.

In order to expand the Chinese population, Zhou Qingfeng has tried his best. Even doing the shitty thing of assigning four wives to the Chinese who joined the army, but getting women pregnant and giving birth to children before they grow up is not something that can see results in a short time.

The best way to quickly expand the population of your own species is to immigrate. But where can Zhou Qingfeng find a Chinese immigrant who can be with him?

U.S? Canada? South America? The number of Chinese in these places is small, and even fewer survived, and many of them are banana people with yellow skin and white heart. Some white-eyed wolves can't speak Chinese. After receiving preferential treatment, they scolded Zhou Qingfeng for racial discrimination and demanded equal treatment for whites and blacks.

Fuck you mother! When something like this happened, Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh blindly, and then sent those troublemakers to the farm to raise maggots. Cold-blooded, he has always been extremely cruel. Whoever dares to make him unhappy for a while, he will make him unhappy for the rest of his life.

Zhou Qingfeng never thought that the whites and blacks in the legion could always be of one mind with him, and the fact that everyone is united at present is nothing more than the force of reality—there is no way to live without the head of the legion!

But after a few years, the harsh environment will gradually improve, people's thinking will become complicated, and they will want more needs. Who knows if someone will rebel? Those who believe in Christianity and Allah will definitely make trouble. Dou Mien, Sheng Michou, there is never anything new under the sun.

Zhou Qingfeng thought about whether he wanted to send his subordinates back to China to pull people, but the Pacific Ocean is too big. As far as the current shipping capacity of the Aurora Legion is concerned, they can only run in the Caribbean and South America, and they can't go to other places at all.

And now this Mugabe came out... Zhou Qingfeng looked at the map and felt that the Atlantic Ocean is always smaller than the Pacific Ocean.

But that nigger Mugabe was also extremely cunning, so he didn't give too many details. The Aurora Legion, let alone in Africa, is extremely weak in South America, and it barely builds its influence by pulling and fighting. In this way, it is still inseparable from the AU, the leading party.

"What does Mr. Mugabe want?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"He wants us to train him an army of 100,000 people, and a million laborers." Clooney laughed when he said this. This request is simply a lion's mouth, completely whimsical.

"This person wants to establish his own power, so that's why he needs so many people." Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help but sneered a few times, "It's not easy to get a population. We have at least one million refugees outside Havana, and every day there are Hundreds of thousands of people died in misery, he can take them all away."

Hearing the angry words of his army commander, Clooney didn't dare to hit it up casually. At present, the number of refugees around Havana is increasing rapidly, and a large number of people have escaped from Mexico. The Enclave is also consciously guiding refugees to Cuba.

Ordinarily, human resources are extremely precious now, but wanting to use them in the absence of food and clothing is not something that can be done casually. Zhou Qingfeng also didn't want to dilute the proportion of his core members, which was related to the foundation of his stable rule.

The consequences of recruiting a group of refugees are extremely dangerous. The enemy only needs a few rumors and a few words of encouragement to make all Zhou Qingfeng's efforts in vain. If he didn't want to maintain his image a little bit, he really wanted to kill all the refugees around Havana.

After seeing off his foreign minister, Zhou Qingfeng leaned behind his desk and meditated silently. The light outside the window moved slowly over time until night fell. Nancy and Jenny pushed open the door of the office together and brought dinner to their man.

"Is there something bothering you?" Jenny, who was wearing a long skirt, approached Zhou Qingfeng lightly. She has a plump figure and has practiced yoga diligently recently, and her figure has become more and more irritating.

The equally beautiful and charming Nancy opened the thermos and placed Chinese food on the desk. She didn't say much, just gently squeezed her man's shoulders.

"I'm calculating my strength, but no matter how I calculate, I feel that there is no way to carry out large-scale population transportation thousands of kilometers away." Zhou Qingfeng scrolled the mouse on his computer in distress. He had the Ministry of the Interior on hand. The fabricated material inventory table is very tense.

The previous time, in order to sack the two provinces in eastern Canada, the harvest was fruitful, but all the material reserves in Havana were exhausted. Although the looted things are slowly creating value, it is obvious that there is no way to produce useful materials out of nothing.

Even if it is transported from the real world, millions of tons of various aged grains and waste water cannot be immediately turned into usable materials. Everything takes time to transform.

After the North Korean instance was over, in view of Zhou Qingfeng's achievements, the reward given by 'god' was 10,000 tons of transportation authority, which should be limited to items of ordinary value that can only be transported from the wasteland to the real world. This doesn't do much to save our fellow Africans.

"The resources I can use are still too few." With the increase of the controlled population, Zhou Qingfeng felt that his predicament not only did not improve, but became worse and worse.

There was Zhou Qingfeng's scribbled material allocation plan on the desktop. Nan Xi glanced at it and said, "If you want to transport people from Africa, why not use African resources?"

"There is a ghost resource in Africa, and there are only dead people there." Zhou Qingfeng cursed complainingly, but he stopped in the middle of the curse.

Jenny also said: "There should be a lot of resources in Africa, and they probably haven't been used effectively. But it's not easy to organize this kind of thing."

Yup! Zhou Qingfeng stood up abruptly, staring at the map hanging on the office wall—yes, why did he have to use his own resources to do this? If you provide a small amount of start-up materials yourself, using local compatriots in Africa can create a virtuous circle.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish. There is absolutely no need for the Aurora Legion to do everything. They should mobilize the masses!

"You guys have a good idea, let me think about it."

"No, you have to eat first."

"Don't interrupt my train of thought."

"Be obedient, the problem cannot be solved in a short time. Calm down, do you need us to feed you? Or do you come to feed us?"

"Uh... well. We feed each other, you feed my upper mouth and I feed your lower mouth!"

"Victor Hugo, you are really cool!"