Chapter 1008： tell a story

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Two 'Aurora CCTV' reporters are shooting footage of today's busy session, mainly by His Excellency the Head of the Corps, who led guests from afar to visit Havana's suburban farm during his busy schedule.

To be honest, Mr. Mugabe is not very comfortable with this kind of boring and false reception. In fact, he was even more anxious to know how much the Aurora Army could actually give him. However, since the day he offered to help His Excellency the Army Chief to rescue his compatriots, he has not received any follow-up.

Mugabe is worried that after losing all his hole cards, he is worried that he will be thrown away by the Aurora Legion. Maybe that Chinese leader didn't care about his proposal at all, maybe this proposal is too difficult, and it will be delayed for a long time but Mugabe can't hold it down. He is about to go bankrupt.

The African Union cannot send money to Mugabe. His task is like buying a one-way ticket. Whether he can return depends on how well his task is completed.

However, after three days and three nights at the hotel, Mugabe finally welcomed the good news Victor of the Aurora Corps. The Hugo Army Chief 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 in the low-rise farm greenhouses, which are more than ten square meters of greenhouses throughout the suburb of Havana There are tens of thousands of seats.

Walking in such a spectacular greenhouse production area, Mugabe did not have any emotion. He just felt it was rustic, dirty, dusty, and smelly. As for the inquiry of the legionnaire, he only gave a stuttered answer.

"The Chinese are always busy in Africa. They have helped us build a lot of municipal facilities and industrial projects. They have also hired a lot of our locals. They are very generous and kind."

Mugabe racked his brains to say something good, and made the only impression in his mind of the Chinese people. In fact, what he wants to say is that the Chinese are rich, busy, do not like to cause trouble, and are very blackmailed.

"Does my compatriot have pigs?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, pointing to a pigpen. In front of him was a shed of thousands of square meters, and in the compartment inside were hundreds of humming fat pigs. The feed for pigs is the aging food and dry swill that he brought, and the results of the feeding are not bad.

But Mugabe didn't know the rareness of the pig farm in front of him. He didn't know that the pig farm in front of him was unique in the waste land, and he didn't know how the Chinese under Zhou Qingfeng guaranteed the entire army in the difficult environment Meat supply, he only knew that the place was smelly.

"I think your compatriots have 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? What is the distribution?" Although Mugabe was uncertain, Zhou Qingfeng kept asking. .

Mugabe was stunned by these renault questions. In the end, he could only admit that he had to contact the African Union to give an answer.

"I think you must bring a high-power radio station with the headquarters?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"Of course, I can contact the headquarters in Angola at any time. I can quickly answer your questions. Believe me, Angola does have your compatriots." Mugabe managed to breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that he was The momentum was suppressed by a large number of unanswerable questions.

Zhou Qingfeng nodded slightly, pointing again at the large number of farm greenhouses he built: "Mr. Mugabe, do you know how much manpower and resources I spent to build this farm?"

"Sorry, I don't think I can imagine it." Mugabe wanted to honestly say that he was not very good at math.

"I spent almost a year with tens of thousands of labor and more than 100,000 tons of coal. In order to carry out earthwork before the nuclear winter passed, we even had to burn coal to roast the ground soft. In order to build it, I even shot More than 300 idle workers were hired, and more than a thousand people served hard labor. "

Zhou Qingfeng's words shocked Mugabe. He felt that for the tens of thousands of mud germ houses, as much effort as possible, but also murder?

And Zhou Qingfeng continued: "And I am based in Havana, and the foundation of the millions of people who rule the Aurora Corps is these more than 30,000 greenhouses. The food we previously stored and traded has bottomed out. Only the production capacity here Legion needs, here is our foundation.

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

Mugabe had no idea what Zhou Qingfeng meant, nor did he know if Zhou Qingfeng's words would be passed on to the commander of the Brotherhood of Steel, David Lawrence, and President Inkley's Gray Corning. Feelings?

The latter two were afraid that they would scold Zhou Qingfeng for hypocrisy first, and then envy that there are still people in the world who can happily build a farm. It must be known that North America has been unable to expand its agricultural scale due to drought and breeding problems. Therefore, it is almost begging the Aurora Corps to provide more trade quotas in terms of agricultural products.

"The output of these farms is very popular, and they are very easy to sell in the market. We use the food produced here in exchange for all the needs we desperately need, which sustains the fate of our army."

Zhou Qingfeng said that he paused a bit. Mugabe deeply agrees with this statement. After all, what he is most satisfied with is Havana's food. He has traveled the world. I'm afraid that he can't find a richer agricultural production area than Havana. Here The production of it has made countless people jealous.

"But in order to save my compatriots, I am willing to take out half of the production here. You have to know that this is a lot of wealth at the moment. It can support the wealth of at least 500,000 people, not money."

Zhou Qingfeng did not say clearly that he would feed the surging population, and only the large-capacity aquaculture industry could barely maintain it. It is definitely not enough to rely on pigs, chickens and vegetables.

This is exactly why Zhou Qingfeng urgently needs to increase the number of his compatriots. He has rescued many Chinese engineers and businessmen who are constructing locally in South American countries such as Brazil. Those who share his culture with the same values ​​have become his most loyal supporters.

And in Africa, there should be more of the same Chinese. This is more useful than the large number of yellow-skinned white-hearted Chinese who have been rescued in North America. The latter are just Americans and Canadians with Asian faces. It would be nice if Zhou Qingfeng was not furious.

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 huge fortune, and this fortune will certainly have his share.

Excited, proud, rejoicing, and relaxed, Mugabe suddenly looked smart.

It's going to be developed!

To succeed!

Become a man!

In the near future, it will rule one side and become the overlord!

Of course, we still need to converge now. To make this fool like himself, Mugabe is here for the benefit of the future ~ www.novelhall.com ~ When thinking about how to flatter the distinguished legion leader a few words, Zhou Qingfeng instead gave He tells stories.

"Mr. Mugabe, do you know? Before I was mixed in New York, a powerful South American mercenary group called Fernando was running around the city and asked everyone to obey him. At that time my strength was still weak and my friends were still being He controlled, and he was really scared. "

Zhou Qingfeng opened his head, and Mugabe could only listen with a side ear. "In the beginning, Fernando asked people from the Brooklyn community to bow their heads to join him. I am not a Brooklyn, I don't speak. Fernando successfully annexed the Brooklyn community, and the power is even stronger.

Then Fernando demanded that the skulls in Queens would succumb to join him. I'm not a Skull Club, I still don't speak. Fernando succeeded in becoming the dominant giant of the Skull and Bones, and became more and more arrogant.

Once again, Fernando demanded that the New York branch of the Brotherhood of Steel roll 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 too strong.

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

The story is very interesting. Mugabe listened very deeply. He also worried about Zhou Qingfeng subconsciously, "The enemy is already too strong to resist. How do you deal with it? You need to compromise or stay away from it? This strategy really needs to be considered. "

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

Mugabe also thought that he would hear some exquisite responses. In the face of the wit and bravery of a strong enemy, at least he must have a strong and unyielding load. How do you know ...?

What ..., a nuclear bomb? !! The strong threat in this story made Mugabe much better. rw