Chapter 1133: White Traitor

"Everyone, I am very happy to meet you tonight. ??Yesterday we were strangers, even hostile to each other. But from now on, I believe we can start working together."

Fort San Miguel in Luanda, the open-air viewing platform was turned into a simple banquet hall. Under the illumination of high-power lights, Zhou Qingfeng raised his wine glass and drank with everyone.

There were more than one hundred people in the venue, most of them were from the "Starlight Princess". Everyone, headed by the captain of the 'profiteer', stood together and toasted to congratulate His Excellency the Legion Commander. Everyone here showed their most elegant smiles as much as possible, because His Excellency the Legion Commander is extraordinary.

The head of the Hugo Army sent 100,000 tons of supplies to aid Africa. This news has already spread all over the world by radio. Although the main audience of this big cake is the Chinese, but a random bit of it is enough to fatten a lot of brokers!

After all, His Excellency the Legion Commander personally said that this is only the first batch of supplies, and there will only be more in the future. Think about how tight food and medicine are now, and you will know how much money can be made from it!

"Everyone, I don't care how much you earn, I only care how much benefit you can bring me?" Zhou Qingfeng clearly marked the price, and he was innocent. He also needs someone to work for him, happy to pay a 'reasonable' profit.

"I know that everyone is from Europe, and I happen to be very interested in Europe. I am open to buying all kinds of materials from Europe." Zhou Qingfeng walked to the side of the captain of the 'profiteer'. When he raised his glass, everyone cheered. echo it.

"Mr. Captain." Zhou Qingfeng patted the captain of the 'profiteer' on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "I have hired all the more than 30,000 people on your cruise ship. I will pay you enough and provide diesel and supplies. For example, I I hope you can continue to help me bring people of value from Europe."

The captain of the 'profiteer' thought that the people on his ship were given away to Zhou Qingfeng for nothing, but he didn't know that there was even something in return. He quickly grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's hand, and said in a grateful tone: "Your Excellency, Legion Commander, your generosity is really grateful."

Flattering villain - Seeing the captain's disgusting compliments and flattery, everyone else at the table cursed inwardly. They only hated themselves for not being able to establish a good relationship with the Legion Commander in the first place. This relationship now means wealth and power.

Someone boldly asked, "Dear Legion Commander, do you have any special restrictions on what you call 'valuable people'?"

"There is no limit, as long as it is what I need, you can get it. Of course, the method should not be too rough, it will cause resistance." Zhou Qingfeng simply shrugged.

Now everyone in the banquet hall took a deep breath, isn't this the slave trade? Hundreds of years ago, Europeans transported black slaves to Europe and America. Well now, the Europeans are going to transport white slaves to Africa and America.

According to Zhou Qingfeng's quotation, there is at least ten times the profit. You must know that the current situation in Europe is also very bad. Western Europe and Northern Europe are slightly stronger, but Eastern Europe and Southern Europe are simply hell. If a stable trade route can be established, 'source of goods' is not a problem at all.

As for morality, who cares about morality these days? We are saving!

Thinking that the voyage from Europe to Angola is not too far, and thinking that his "Starlight Princess" can even hold 40,000 to 50,000 people, and thinking about the huge profits, the captain of the "profiteer" was excited His face was red, his hands were hot, and his heartbeat doubled.

Leaving aside a group of unscrupulous businessmen, Zhou Qingfeng came to another round table. The people sitting at this table are more reserved. They are the high-end scholars who survived the Starlight Princess. Among them, the naturalist Wilson also attended the banquet in a wheelchair.

"Hello, Your Excellency, Legion Commander. Please forgive me for not being able to get up to express my gratitude." Mr. Wilson had just finished the operation. Although he was still mentally and physically weak, the treatment needle had already saved his life.

"You don't have to attend this banquet at all." Zhou Qingfeng always gave preferential treatment to scholars. He stepped forward to hold down the old naturalist who wanted to sit up, and sat beside him.

"I have learned about everything you have done in America and Africa, and I am very grateful for your efforts to save lives." Whether it is true or not, at least the old man Wilson is very kind to Zhou Qingfeng at present.

"Actually, I hope to save more people. If you have any friends who need help, you can come to me." Zhou Qingfeng smiled generously.

Old man Wilson was taken aback. There are too many people who need help now, but Zhou Qingfeng said that he is willing to help his friends. The words are vague, but the intention is very clear—it is nothing more than hoping to use the old man's connections to win over high-end scholars in Europe.

From his inner feelings, Wilson wanted to refuse. People in the Nordic countries have never had a good impression of flower growers, all kinds of inexplicable self-superiority. But if he really wanted to refuse, the old man couldn't open his mouth, because the situation in Europe is really bad now.

The European region is similar to the United States, and it has not suffered a lot of nuclear bombs. Especially in countries with high latitudes like northern Europe, food is often imported, and now there is a ghost who imports food to them. As for southern Europe, a large number of nuclear power plants in France have already had many problems, and there are patches of no-man's land.

In order to survive, people in Europe are running towards Africa. Now that a person with real power has offered to offer an olive branch, it would seem very unreasonable to think about love. Wilson thought about the difficulties he faced all the way to Africa, and how many other friends suffered in Europe. He really couldn't refuse Zhou Qingfeng's request.

"I think... I can think about it." Wilson made an extremely difficult decision. After a pause, he said, "I can draw up a list and make contact in person."

"Thank you very much for your cooperation." Zhou Qingfeng took the initiative to shake hands with Wilson, and asked someone to take a photo as a souvenir. He doesn't care whether the other party is really willing or not, anyway, when it comes to his territory, everyone has to think about the difference between cooperation and confrontation.

In the banquet hall, the most special group were the enemy officers who fell into the water and were captured in the naval battle yesterday. Among them, there are 6 navies, and a total of ten individuals participated in the banquet. Compared with eager businessmen and half-pushed scholars, these soldiers are the most embarrassing.

For example, Gunner Chris and the others originally wanted to use their identities to attract them, but Zhou Qingfeng did recruit them, but the means were not so pleasant.

After eating the leftovers for the day, Gunner Chris lost his temper after being tormented—they are clearly trying to beat you, so how can you go on a hunger strike to show your courage? Maybe people will really starve you to death.

"Hi!" Zhou Qingfeng walked over with a wine glass, looked at the dozen or so captured officers standing in front of the table, and asked with a smile, "Who hit my yacht yesterday?"

Ahem... Chris almost choked on his own saliva. But in the face of Zhou Qingfeng's inquiry, he had to stand upright, raised his head and chest and said: "Dear Lord Commander, my name is Chris, and I was the gunner on the ship at that time. I commanded the front main gun to hit the target. Your yacht."

Chris was quite proud when he said that. But after being proud, he felt that his skills were too poor. A regular warship hit a yacht, and the shells were emptied for a long time without completely killing the opponent.

However, Zhou Qingfeng praised Chris for doing a good job, and he asked again, "Then who made the frigate run so fast that I almost couldn't escape after chasing me."

The one who stood up now was the chief engineer, also with a little pride, as if chasing Zhou Qingfeng had become a great blessing in life. And Zhou Qingfeng also praised a few words, and the other party who praised him was very happy.

Similarly, some of the officers present were driving a smaller escort boat to dodge Zhou Qingfeng's yacht. Someone controlled the machine gun and smashed Zhou Qingfeng's yacht to pieces, someone controlled the radar, someone controlled the artillery, and someone controlled the wheel.

It was obviously a tit-for-tat life-and-death battle, but Zhou Qingfeng asked him sentence by sentence, but the people in the navy were in a good mood, like a spring breeze. Especially when the Legion Commander praised: "Everyone is an elite of the navy, I don't want to embarrass you, and I really want to gain your allegiance."

The boss said that the past is not to blame, why don't you just accept your head and worship, and swear allegiance to the death? Do you still want to eat leftovers for a few more days!

Just as the navy personnel were thinking about whether it would be more elegant to kneel on one knee in the Western style, or more solemn to kneel on both knees in the Chinese style, several officers of the Army felt that they were being ignored.

The people from the Army jumped out first to show their presence, "Your Excellency, Legion Commander, we are willing to be loyal to you and be your vanguard, attacking Bane's lair Soyo from the sea. We guarantee that this is a brilliant idea!"

Yeah, that's a brilliant idea indeed. But the people in the navy immediately became furious, and each of them cursed coldly: "You army turned back too quickly, right? You are simply a bunch of white traitors. Shame on you! Shame on you!" 8