Chapter 1008 Telling a Story

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Two journalists from "Aurora CCTV" are filming the material of today's very busy session of leaders, mainly the leader of the legion leading guests from afar to visit the suburban farms of Havana in his busy schedule.

To be honest, Mr Mugabe is not used to this boring and fake reception. In fact, he is more anxious to know how much practical benefit the Aurora Legion can give him. However, since he proposed to help His Excellency the Legion Commander save his compatriots that day, he has not received any follow-up.

Mugabe was very worried. After losing all his hole 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 take a long time but Mugabe couldn't, he was going bankrupt.

It is impossible for the AU 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 three days and three nights of suffering in the hotel, Mugabe finally welcomed the good news that Victor Hugo, head of the Aurora Legion, 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. These greenhouses of more than ten square meters are spread all over the suburbs of Havana. , There are tens of thousands of seats.

Walking in such a spectacular greenhouse production area, Mugabe did not express any emotion. He only felt that the place was rustic, dirty, dusty, and had an unpleasant smell. As for the legion commander's inquiry, he only gave a stammering answer.

"The Chinese are always busy in Africa. They help us build a lot of municipal facilities and industrial projects. They also employ a lot of our local people. They are very generous and kind."

Mugabe racked his brains to say something good, expressing all the only impressions he had of the Chinese in his mind. In fact, what he wants to say is 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, pointing to a pig shed. In front of him was a pig shed with an area of ​​over a thousand square meters, and in the stalls inside were hundreds of grunting fat pigs. The feed for raising pigs is the aged grain and dried hog water he brought, and the results of raising them are pretty good.

But Mugabe didn't know how rare the pig farm in front of him 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 managed to guarantee the survival of the entire army in a difficult environment. Meat was served, all he knew was that the place stinks.

"I think your compatriots have something to support." Mugabe could only speak in the tone of Zhou Qingfeng.

"Do my compatriots raise chickens? Do they grow vegetables? What do they rely on for survival? Do they have enemies? How many are they? How is their distribution?" Although Mugabe was not sure, Zhou Qingfeng kept asking .

Dumbfounded by the barrage of questions, Mugabe finally admitted that he would have to contact the AU before he could give an answer.

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

"Of course, I can contact the headquarters in Angola at any time. I can answer your questions quickly. Please believe me, Angola does have your compatriots." Mugabe finally took a breath, he felt that he was The momentum was suppressed by a large number of unanswerable questions.

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

"Sorry, I don't think I can imagine it." Mugabe was tempted to be honest about his poor maths.

"It took me nearly a year, tens of thousands of labor, and more than 100,000 tons of coal. Before the nuclear winter passed, in order to carry out earthwork construction, we even had to burn coal to soften the ground. In order to build it, I even shot More than 300 sabotage workers were killed, and more than 1,000 people were sent to hard labor.”

What Zhou Qingfeng said made Mugabe startled,

He felt that for tens of thousands of mud houses, as for spending so much effort, he still wanted to kill people?

And Zhou Qingfeng continued: "And I am based in Havana, and the basis for ruling the millions of people of the Aurora Legion is these more than 30,000 greenhouses. The food we stored and traded in the past has been consumed to the bottom, and only the production here can supply it." Legion needs, here is our foundation.

But our production efficiency is too low and our technology is too backward. I have always wanted to establish a modern agriculture, but unfortunately now it seems that I can only simply repeat the construction of greenhouses to increase production. It is a pity that the production and consumption per unit time are not proportional! "

Mugabe didn't know the meaning of Zhou Qingfeng's words at all, and he didn't know what Zhou Qingfeng's words would do if the words of Zhou Qingfeng were spread, and Commander David Lawrence of the Brotherhood of Steel and President Gray Corning of the Enclave heard about it. Thoughts?

The latter two are afraid that they will first scold Zhou Qingfeng for his hypocrisy, and then envy that there are still people in this 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 stock problems, so it is almost begging the Aurora Legion to provide more trade quotas in terms of agricultural products.

"The output of these farms is very popular, and it is very easy to sell in the market. We use all kinds of food produced here to exchange for all kinds of things we urgently need. This place maintains the fate of our legion."

Zhou Qingfeng paused a bit when he said this, but Mugabe deeply agreed with his words. After all, what he is most satisfied with about Havana is the food here. If he has traveled all over the world, he might not be able to find a place with more abundant agricultural products than Havana. Here The production of but made countless people envious.

"But in order to save my compatriots, I am willing to give away half of the production here. You have to know that this is a large amount of wealth at present. It can support at least half a million people, and it cannot be measured by money."

Zhou Qingfeng didn't make it clear that he had to feed the surging population, and only the huge maggot farming industry could barely maintain it. It is absolutely not enough to rely on pigs, chickens and vegetables.

This is why Zhou Qingfeng urgently needs to increase the number of his compatriots. He has rescued many Chinese engineers and businessmen who were in construction in Brazil and other South American countries before. Those who share the same culture and values ​​as him have become his most loyal supporters.

And in Africa, there should be more of the same Chinese. This is much more useful than the large number of yellow-skinned and white-hearted Chinese rescued from North America. The latter were just Americans and Canadians with Asian faces, it was good that they didn't piss Zhou Qingfeng off.

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's confirmation that he was willing to rescue the Chinese in Africa, Mugabe finally let go of his anxiety, and now he felt that the farm he was in was a good place. The production here is indeed a great wealth, and this wealth must have his share.

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

To develop!

It's going to be a success!

To become a master!

In the near future, the ruling party will become the overlord!

Of course, I still need to restrain myself now. To make the fool in front of me like me, when Mugabe was thinking about how to flatter the noble commander for future benefits, Zhou Qingfeng told him a story instead.

"Mr. Mugabe, do you know? When I was in New York before, there was a powerful South American mercenary group named Fernando who ran amok in the city and asked everyone to obey him. At that time, my strength was still very weak, and my friends were still killed. He was in control, and he was actually terrified."

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

Fernando then asks the skeletons of Queens to succumb to join him. I'm not from Skull and Bones, and I still don't speak. Fernando succeeded in becoming the ruling giant of the Skull and Bones, becoming more domineering and arrogant.

Again, Fernando demanded that the New York branch of the Brotherhood of Steel get out of New York. My relationship with the Brotherhood of Steel is average, and I still don't speak. Fernando succeeded in driving the Brotherhood of Steel out of New York, when he was already too powerful.

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

The story is very interesting, and Mugabe listened to it with great concentration. He also subconsciously worried about Zhou Qingfeng, "The enemy has become too strong to resist. How do you deal with it? Compromise for the time being or avoid it far away? This matter really needs to be considered. Strategies. "

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

Mugabe thought he would hear some ingenious response, the wit and bravery in the face of a powerful enemy, and at least the perseverance to endure humiliation, how could he know....

What... a nuclear bomb? ! The strong sense of threat in this story made Mugabe more well-behaved. rw