I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

Chapter 1535 - Guide to Africa

Chapter 1535: Guide to Africa

Chief Zaria quickly agreed, afraid that Jiang Chen would change his mind. He thought that he won big in this deal, so he drafted the contract on the spot and happily wrote the terms they previously agreed on.

However, it was a pity that he did not notice that at the moment the two parties signed, the general who stood in front of him revealed a meaningful smile.

One T-3 power armor at a cost of 200,000 credits was the price Chief Zaria, on behalf of War Chief Duaman, ordered for 400 units under the name of the United African Tribes. The minimum delivery was 10 units per month, and the payment was to be settled on a monthly basis, with no arrears. As for the grain exported from the United African Tribes to the Sixth Street, NAC would not purchase in bulk, instead, it would only impose a tariff of 10% while opening the market to the United African Tribes.

Chief Zaria did not even realize that he had defaulted to NAC’s currency credits as the settlement currency in the agreement.

Although one kilogram of cornmeal could be sold at the price of 3 credits in Sixth Street, when a large amount of cornmeal flooded the market and ultimately exceeded the consumption rate by the NAC population, the cornmeal would no longer be worth that much in the market.

As long as the NAC pushed for the rapid devaluation of food, and even lower the price per kilogram of food to the decimal point, the Africans could only watch the value of T-3 power armor continue to appreciate, while food exports would rise from 66 tons to 100 tons, then to 1,000 tons, or even 10,000 tons.

In the economic trade between two countries, the supplier of raw materials was always the target of exploitation by the more industrialized country.

Count on Africans to build their own factories?

If they were so diligent, they wouldn’t have exported sugarcane and imported sugar.

After Zaria signed the agreement, he did not immediately make his way back to Africa. It was obvious that he enjoyed this place. He could buy anything with money, or credit here, and enjoyed the prosperity that did not exist back in his tribe.

This time he brought ten full containers of rice that totaled 100 tons, which directly caused NAC’s agricultural product prices to drop by almost 10%. However, this wealthy nouveau rich didn’t realize what was wrong with this. His tribe was very rich, with more than 20,000 slaves, more than one million acres of arable land, and one hundred tons of rice was just a drop in the bucket for him.

With the more than 200,000 credits he exchanged, he directly bought a T-3 power armor from Jiang Chen in his own name and then rewarded it to the black giant who always followed him. Power armor was equivalent to the armor and horse of the medieval knights for the warriors in these African tribes.

Although Jiang Chen really didn’t understand the purpose for a burly but simple-minded man to pilot a power armor…

“It is impossible for Africans to abide by the spirit of the contract. They don’t even have an accurate concept of what the contract is.” After Jiang Chen sent Chief Zaria to the Tulip Hotel on the Sixth Street, he spoke with Chu Nan in the car, “We must station a force in Africa to protect our industry in Africa from the locals. The size of this force must be within Chief Duaman’s limit, at least we can’t alert him. I want to hear your opinion.”

“Do you hope to solve this problem through economic means, or do you plan to solve it through military means?” Chu Nan smiled.

“Both are okay,” Jiang Chen said, “I want to hear both perspectives.”

“Part of the twenty million mus of land can be contracted out in the form of bidding to enterprises in the Sixth Street, and they can send mercenaries, hunter groups, and workers to develop the land. After we deduct the food paid to the United African Tribes, we can charge a certain percentage of food or credit to these companies.” Chu Nan said, “A lot of people will be happy to solve the safety problem for us.”

“In addition, we can also hire locals…or directly buy slaves from those tribal chiefs,” Chu Nan continued after a pause, “In exchange for arms, I believe those chiefs would be happy to use slaves in their hands for our bullets, rifles, and even power armors.”

“Doesn’t this mean we’re acknowledging the slave trade?” Jiang Chen asked with a smile.

“Why does it matter?” Chu Nan shrugged, “Anyway, Africa is not the territory of NAC. As long as our people there abide by local laws, all actions are legitimate.”

…

Jiang Chen was not concerned with Sun Jiao and Xiaorou controlling the situation in apocalypse. Since the incorporation of Future Group’s subsidiary in Wanghai, Xiaorou quickly familiarized herself with the role of CEO and managed the company under Xia Shiyu’s guidance.

The general manager of Future Development was an executive of an import and export company before the war. She was a white-collar lady in her thirties. She was taken to Sixth Street from a fallout shelter two years ago. She was a waitress in Inner Circle for about a year and only survived after her friends helped her.

It was precisely because of this that she put 120% enthusiasm into this job from the beginning. The project planning document that consisted of forty pages, covered all aspects of the African project.

It was so well done that even Sun Jiao was interested in this talent. She wanted to ask her sister to let go of her and instead become her secretary in the General’s Mansion.

“Now Xiaorou just goes to Future Building every day with Xia Shiyu. She must have forgotten that she has a sister.” Sun Jiao laid on the reclining chair on the beach, swayed her legs sluggishly, then took a slurp of the cold watermelon juice before she exhaled in happiness. Then she looked at Jiang Chen next to her, “Why don’t you find another General’s Wife? Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone.”

A leisurely life could really make one lose all motivation, and now Sun Jiao was in complete vacation mode as she spent all day under the sun and biting straws. She had completely forgotten about her identity, and even proposed the whimsical idea of finding another “General’s Wife”.

“Am I that kind of person?” Jiang Chen dry coughed a few times and said righteously.

“Pshh.”

What do you mean “Pshh”?

Pshh?

Jiang Chen was feeling completely helpless towards Sun Jiao.

Although, he had expected this to happen a long time ago. After the people from the apocalypse experienced the beauty of this world, except for those with a deep obsession with that world, no one would choose to live there.

Obviously, Sun Jiao was not such a person.

She was born in a fallout shelter, and all her knowledge of the pre-war world stayed in the pictures from children’s books and her father’s dictation. The moment she opened her eyes, the world had been destroyed. Before she met Jiang Chen, she had seen too many deaths.

She had admitted to Jiang Chen frankly from a long time ago that she was attracted by his temperament that did not belong to “this world”, and finally fell in love with him. Even in the apocalypse where she possessed absolute power, it was not comparable to living an ordinary and peaceful life in this beautiful world…Although she never enjoyed that kind of ordinality.

“By the way, if you feel tired, why not learn from Xiaorou.” Jiang Chen rolled his eyes and sat next to her, “Just keep a tight grasp on the important decisions, and delegate power for the trivial matters. As long as you have a proper supervision mechanism, even if you command from here, it will be fine.”

“That’s right,” Sun Jiao’s eyes lit up. As she bit on the straw, she thought seriously, “But who should be my secretary? Would you recommend anyone?”

“It can be anyone, as long as it’s not a man,” Jiang Chen laughed. “Don’t lie here every day. I’ll take you to Penglai today for a tour.”

It was originally something to be happy about, but Sun Jiao’s eyes seemed to indicate that she was a little flustered.

“A, a tour? I, I’m not ready yet, can we wait a few more days? Just stay here—”

“I’m not asking you; I’m ordering you,” Jiang Chen picked up Sun Jiao from the beach recliner as he said this. In the latter’s exclamation, the naughty little wild cat bit him viciously on the shoulder, while made Jiang Chen gasp.

When she saw Jiang Chen’s pained look, she immediately let go and looked at Jiang Chen nervously.

“Did it hurt?”

“No, it’s just very heavy-AHHHH! Let go, are you a dog!

Her teeth bit into his shoulder again

This time, she really used force.