Chapter 1,533 The Upright Slave Owner

"Dear Marshal Jiang Chen of the new Pan-Asian Cooperation, I am the envoy from the United Emirates of Africa, Chief of Zaria. Please allow me, on behalf of Chief Duamang, to send you the highest respect and a symbol of friendship. Gift."

There was no humility in his tone, and Zaria was slightly possessed. Jiang Chen could detect a hint of arrogance in his eyes, although he carefully hid it behind his humble tone.

Strictly speaking, the situation faced by the African continent is much better than that of the Pan-Asian region. Almost all survivors from Europe, eastern North and South America, and parts of Central and South Asia have fled to that continent.

What these survivors brought with them was not only technology, but also labor force and equipment left over from the battlefield. If it were not for the laziness of Africans themselves and the tradition of living in the moment and enjoying themselves, the African continent might have become the most prosperous land after the war to this day.

But what did they do?

The Northern African Union, now known as the United Arab Emirates, was at war with the Southern African Union. After driving the South African Union to the island of Madagascar, tribes of all sizes within the African Union started fighting among themselves. The South African Union was even stranger. After seeing their old enemy in chaos, their first reaction was not to catch up with them but to breathe a sigh of relief and start fighting in parliament over trivial issues.

So Chu Nan was right, they were now like a bloated and weak giant, guarding a gold mine that was coveted by the whole world. If it weren't for the low population of NAC, it might not be able to absorb such a huge land. Now Jiang Chen didn't even need to meet the envoy, and could just send a troop to "explore the road".

During the meeting, Zaria repeated his request.

Including the demand for slaves and the price you are willing to ask for each slave.

"If you are unwilling to cooperate, we have no choice but to deal with the dictators in the south. Their offer is slightly lower than yours, but we are very worried about their strength. What we need is a strong enough partner. Can provide us with a steady stream of slaves..." Zaria was frothing as he spoke, as if he was certain that Jiang Chen would sell his compatriots without hesitation.

This is everyone's thinking inertia. Many people always habitually put their own butt into the other party's role.

In Zaria's eyes, no tribal chief would refuse such a good deal. However, what he didn't understand was that Jiang Chen, who came from a civilized society, was disgusted with the inefficient and inhumane slave business, let alone " "Compatriots" are sold as goods to Africa, which has exceeded his bottom line.

However, Jiang Chen did not fall out immediately.

Just now, while listening to the talk of Chief Zaria, describing how wealthy their tribe was, Jiang Chen suddenly had an idea flash in his head, his eyes moved slightly, and he spoke with a smile.

"Approximately how much land area do you want to develop?"

"Twenty million acres, located along the shores of Lake Victoria." Chief Zaria said in a boastful tone. "This area has been abandoned fifty years ago. Now we have decided to reclaim that wasteland into farmland."

Much like the style of a chief.

But unfortunately, the person sitting in front of him was not a tribal leader, but a businessman.

"What's your average yield per mu?" Jiang Chen smiled and continued to ask.

Zaria hesitated for a moment, glanced at Jiang Chen in confusion, then exchanged glances with the wizard beside him, and finally looked at Jiang Chen again and continued.

"About seven hundred pounds. Is there any problem?"

Seven hundred pounds...

Hearing this number, Jiang Chen couldn't help but shake his head in his heart.

Sure enough, letting black people farm is a stupid choice. Letting black people command white people or yellow people to farm the land is an even more stupid choice. He finally understood the reason why these black people could hold good cards but ended up playing badly.

The yield per mu is 700 kilograms!

You know, this is the 22nd century!

Not to mention that the land has been abandoned for many years. It is so fertile that I wish I could just throw a handful of seeds and a lot of rice would grow. Not to mention that crops in tropical areas mature very quickly. It is common for rice and sugarcane to be harvested three times a year.

"Well, if you want to buy slaves, you are just planning to cultivate 20 million acres of land, right?" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

"That's right." Chief Zaria was overjoyed. Seeing that this matter was interesting, he hurriedly continued, "We need two hundred thousand slaves."

"Two hundred thousand slaves... are a bit difficult to deal with," Jiang Chen touched his chin, pretending to think seriously, and said, "NAC's total population is only about one million. The two hundred thousand slaves you want, That’s equivalent to one-fifth of our total population.”

"There is no need to pay it all at once. We can cooperate for a long time. I will take all the slaves you captured, at the previous price... No, we are willing to pay an extra 100 kilograms of grain for each of my slaves, as long as you can give us every year Just supply 20,000 slaves." Chief Zaria said sincerely.

"Well," Jiang Chen sighed, "I thought of a better way to cooperate."

Chief Zaria was stunned for a moment, feeling slightly wary.

"What kind of cooperation?"

"Eight hundred pounds."

"What do you mean?" Zaria frowned.

"Twenty million acres are contracted to us, and we will help you develop it," Jiang Chen smiled slightly. "For every acre of cultivated land developed, we will pay your great chief Duamang 900 kilograms of grain. We will send engineers. We will help you build water conservancy projects for free, and at the same time study methods to maximize the utilization of farmland to ensure that every acre of land is developed with the highest efficiency."

Zaria was stunned. He never expected that Jiang Chen would make such a request.

Instinctively he wanted to say no.

But then he thought about it, wouldn't this be equivalent to making the entire NAC serve him?

Thinking of this, Zaria immediately couldn't refuse.

"Not only that, if you are interested, we can also pay with weapons. Rifles, bullets, and even power armor. I believe your war chief would be interested in these things, right?"

Zaria's expression was slightly moved.

"Are you planning to sell power armor?"

The production of power armor requires a complete set of military production lines. Manual DIY production with 3D printers is not impossible, but the quality is mostly uneven. For example, although Chief Duamang's tribe can also produce power armor, its productivity is the same as that of the Sixth District before industrialization. It can only produce one or two units every month.

The number of power armors owned directly determines the combat effectiveness of a tribe and the status of a tribal chief.

"Well, although producing power armor is not an easy task for us," Jiang Chen said with a straight face and a reluctant expression, "but for the sake of our long-term friendship, I think it is necessary for us to do it. Make a little concession."

"I can't give you a guarantee, but I will convey your proposal to the chief." After restraining the initial arrogance and contempt in his eyes, Zaria looked at Jiang Chen with a hint of eagerness, even excitement, " Hopefully by this time next month we'll be talking about it."

"Well, I hope you can come back here with a friendly proposal at that time," Jiang Chen suppressed the laughter in his stomach and nodded slightly, "In return for that box of corn, I have a titanium alloy machine here. The T-3 powered armor, I hope you can accept it."