Rebirth of the Financial Overlord

Holding the phone, the expression on Shen Jiannan's face gradually became weird.

The government army wants to hire shadows to win the war, and the anti-government armed forces also need to hire people to win the war. How ridiculous it sounds.

Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to sit down and talk about making money together? Why fight and kill.

Boss. Who do you think we should help?

you still need to ask?

Shen Jiannan grinned and said righteously: David's tribe also has the right to survive, and their life is their life. Since he is willing to pay with the Mopani Copper Mine, whether it is out of duty or humanitarianism, we all agree They should be helped.

this.

Boss, didn't you say before that we should cooperate with the Chiluba government?

That's right. The Chiluba government is an internationally recognized government. It is legal for us to help the government forces fight against the rebels. But don't David's tribe have the right to survive? It is not contradictory for us to help them .”

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Zheng Zheng felt panicked in his heart.

He didn't really believe Kurishenko's words at first, but now, he suddenly found that Shen Jiannan seemed to be more shameless than what Kurishenko said.

Supporting both David and Chiluba, a fool can guess the purpose of doing this.

But it is obvious that he wants to reap the benefits of the fisherman and wait until he is beaten to death to raise the price, but he still speaks the words as before, which is extremely shameless.

The right to life, humanitarianism.

It's all shit.

Boss. You are shameless.

Brother Zheng. You really misunderstood me. Think about it, how long will it take for a war to end? Angola has been fighting for 20 years, and the people are almost killed. It is not over yet. If we don't help them, this God knows when the war will end, and we are helping them to develop their economy peacefully as soon as possible.

Then what should we do?

Well, people will always die in a war, but Chiluba's people are government troops after all, try to take care of their officers and so on. By the way, if you don't have enough weapons, you can contact Kurishenko, this guy is very helpful , should be able to help David's people fight for the right to live. However, this is a civil war after all, and we cannot decide each other's outcome.

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After a long time, Zheng Zheng hung up the phone, lit a cigarette, and took a deep puff.

He is not a fool, how could he fail to understand what Shen Jiannan meant.

Zheng, what did Shen say?

Head, what did the boss say?

Breathing out the smoke ring, Zheng Zheng Youan recounted Shen Jiannan's words, which immediately made little Kurishenko burst out laughing.

Haha - let me just say, let Shen know about this, he will definitely be more shameless than me.

He Tianya stopped talking immediately.

In his heart, Shen Jiannan was like a saint, kind and compassionate, how could he be insulted by others.

Fart. Mr. Shen is not that kind of person at all. You didn't hear him. He said that he wanted to take care of the officers of the Chiluba government and ensure that the people of the David tribe survived. This is a civil war, and we can do this It’s already been done with kindness.”

Ha ha.

The innocence of He Tianya's argument made little Kurishenko burst into tears. As a businessman, he instantly understood what the hell Shen Jiannan was up to, but it was obvious that He Tianya had no taste at all.

Fortunately, He Tianya is not the commander-in-chief here. If he is, Shen Jiannan will not be able to accompany this business to the bottom.

Zheng Zheng also has black lines all over his face, He Tianya is good at everything, but sometimes his brain is not enough, just like in Japan before, he was so stupid that he couldn't even take a taxi. The donkey was kicked.

The reaction of the two made He Tianya bewildered.

I'm not right?

Yes. Of course, haha.

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Leader, leader—the night cat calls.

Suddenly, there was a call from the walkie-talkie in the room. Zheng Zheng waved his hand, stopped Kurishenko from laughing wildly and picked up the walkie-talkie.

Brown bear received.

A group of people came to the camp and wanted to see you. They claimed to be from the Lukasa Finance Department and wanted to negotiate a business with us.

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People of Chiluba!

After putting away the walkie-talkie, a cold light flashed in Zheng Zheng's eyes.

Although he scolded Shen Jiannan for being shameless, he actually felt an inexplicable sense of joy in his heart, because if the fighting between the two sides escalated, more people would die here.

It's not that Zheng Zheng is a pervert and likes to kill people for fun.

There is no love without reason, and there is no hate without reason.

From Angola to Zaire and then from Zaire to Rwanda, more than a dozen large and small missions made Zheng Zheng very disgusted with the natives here.

Here, he has seen too much cruelty and bloodshed. The locals are very xenophobic, and many employees of foreign investment companies are often kidnapped and robbed for no reason.

The reasons are deeply infuriating.

The natives feel that they are poor because foreigners have stolen their wealth.

But after staying here for a long time, Zheng Zheng knew very well that everything was an excuse.

The real reason is that the local aborigines don't want to work, but they are jealous of other people's wealth. They can't see the hard work of others when they sweat, but they are envious of other people's wealth in life.

Among the missions that Shadow has received, there are five times when some foreign businessmen's properties were looted and destroyed by local people, and their lives were threatened.

One of the employers, Wang Kangsu, was originally from southern Hokkien.

Meeting fellow villagers in a foreign country is naturally very cordial. Through contact with Wang Kangsu during the mission, Zheng Zheng learned that Zambia has fertile land, abundant water sources, and sufficient sunlight, which is very suitable for planting. The grain can be produced for three seasons a year, so Many foreigners will come here to run farms.

The same goes for Wang Kangsu.

The geographical environment of southern Fujian is very close to that of western Guangdong, which is not suitable for planting. By chance, Wang Kangsu, a fellow villager who was building a railway in Zambia, learned that Zambia's geographical environment and climate are very suitable for farming, and it may be an opportunity to make a fortune.

Trees move to death, people move to life.

The soil quality in southern Fujian is too poor to support people by farming, and even a meal of porridge with leaves and vegetables is not enough to fill their stomachs. Seeing that there is no hope, many people left Nanyang very early for this reason.

His family knew his own affairs, and Wang Kangsu knew that he was not suitable for business, but he was still good at farming. After some ideological struggles, he sold his ancestral house and received a large sum of money, and brought his wife, brother and family to Casama with a dream in mind.

Sure enough, the land in Kasama is as fertile as the villagers said, and the rain and climate are very suitable for planting. Wang Kangsu was also pleasantly surprised to find that people here don't seem to like farming, so the price of food is very high.

After spending one hundred dollars to build good relations with officials in a small town in Kasama, and spending another five hundred dollars, Wang Kangsu got a 20-year farming contract for 50 acres of wasteland approved by the government.

With land, you can live.

The family dug the ground with hoes, weeded the weeds by hand, and sweated the land for three years, finally saving a sum of money.

The hoes were replaced with agricultural machinery imported from the United States, and the weeding machines were replaced with spraying machines from China. Even the land was negotiated with the Kasama government again, and the contract for 3,000 mu of land was approved.

There is too much land, and the family can't stay busy, so they have to hire people.

I wanted to call some relatives from my hometown to help, but who knows, in this regard, the Kasama government blocked me.

Because, according to the requirements of the labor department of the Kasama government, if foreign capital wants to hire workers from other countries, it must recruit workers from the local area at a ratio of one to eight.

This is a labor protection.

In desperation, Wang Kangsu's plan to find five helpers from his family turned into three, and he recruited twenty-four workers from the local area.

Who knows, this has become a disaster for his family.

The hard work of the local workers is inversely proportional to their body size. Wang Kangsu's family can find any one at random, and they can do as much work as eight of them every day.

Forget it, the crops need to work overtime when they are harvested, but those workers are not willing to stay and work overtime when they get off work.

Especially when it came time to pay wages, since Casama’s wages were paid weekly, as long as those workers received their wages, they would immediately find no one.

The weather is always changeable.

Because of untimely harvesting or planting, for many years, Wang Kangsu's farm was forced to spend a lot of money.

If only that was the case, it wouldn't be outrageous.

Six months ago, Wang Kangsu, covered in blood, found the first security camp in Zimbabwe and offered a sky-high price of 100,000 U.S. dollars, hoping that Zheng Zheng would send someone to snatch his wife's body back.