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Two reporters from 'Aurora CCTV' are filming footage of today's busy leaders, mainly His Excellency the Legion Commander leading guests from afar to visit the suburban farms of Havana in his busy schedule.

Truth be told, Mr. Mugabe is not well suited to this kind of boring and false reception. He was actually more anxious to know how much actual benefit the Aurora Legion could give him. However, since that day he had offered to help His Excellency the Legion Commander rescue his countrymen, he had received no reply.

Mugabe was worried, and after losing all his hole cards, he was worried that he would be thrown away by the Aurora Army. Maybe the Chinese leader didn't care about his proposal at all, maybe it was too difficult and would drag on for a long time - but Mugabe couldn't drag it out, he was about to go bankrupt.

It is impossible for the ANC to send money to Mugabe, and his mission itself is like buying only a one-way ticket, and whether he can return or not depends on how well he completes his mission.

However, after three days and three nights in the hotel, Mugabe finally ushered in the good news - Victor of the Aurora Legion. The captain of the Hugo regiment was willing to meet him in person.

"Mr. Mugabe, can you tell us about the living conditions of my compatriots in Africa?" Zhou Qingfeng smiled and walked among the low-rise farm greenhouses, which are more than ten square meters in the suburbs of Havana, and there are tens of thousands of them.

Walking in such a spectacular greenhouse production area, Mugabe did not feel any emotion. He only felt that it was rustic, dirty, dusty, and smelly. And to the question of the regiment commander, he only gave a stammering answer.

"The Chinese are always busy in Africa, they help us build a lot of municipal facilities and industrial projects, they also employ a lot of our locals, they are very generous and kind."

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

"Do my compatriots have pigs?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed to a pig shed and asked. In front of him is a pig shed of thousands of square meters, and in the fence inside are hundreds of fat pigs snorting and screaming. The feed for pigs is the aged grain and dry water he brought, and the results of raising are not bad.

But Mugabe didn't know the rarity of this pig farm in front of him, didn't know that the pig farm in front of him was unique in the wasteland, and didn't know how the Chinese under Zhou Qingfeng ensured the meat supply of the entire army in a difficult environment, he only knew that this place was very smelly.

"I think your fellow citizens have something to feed." Mugabe could only speak in the tone of Zhou Qingfeng's mouth.

"Do my compatriots have chickens? Is there a vegetable? What do they live on? Do they have enemies? How many of them are? What is the distribution? Although Mugabe was uncertain, Zhou Qingfeng kept asking.

Mugabe was so overwhelmed by these questions that he had to admit that he had to contact the ANA before he could give an answer.

"I suppose you must have brought a high-powered radio station with headquarters, right?" Zhou Qingfeng asked again.

"Of course, I can contact the headquarters in Angola at any time. I can give you answers to your questions very quickly. Believe me, Angola does have your compatriots. Mugabe barely managed to catch his breath, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of unanswerable questions.

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

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can imagine it." Mugabe would love to be honest and say that he wasn't good at math.

"It took me almost a year, tens of thousands of laborers, more than 100,000 tons of coal. Before the nuclear winter passed, we even had to burn coal to soften the ground in order to carry out earthworks. In order to build it, I even shot more than 300 saboteurs and put more than 1,000 people into hard labor. ”

Zhou Qingfeng's words made Mugabe's heart tremble, he felt that for tens of thousands of mud houses, as for spending so much effort, he still had to kill people?

And Zhou Qingfeng continued: "And I am based in Havana, and the foundation of ruling the millions of people of the Aurora Legion is these more than 30,000 greenhouses. The food we used to store and trade has bottomed out, and only the production capacity here supplies the needs of the legions, and this is our foundation.

But our production efficiency is too low, and our technology is too backward. I've always wanted to build modern agriculture, but now it seems that I can only increase production by building greenhouses. It's a shame that production and consumption per unit of time are not proportional! ”

Mugabe didn't know the meaning of Zhou Qingfeng's words at all, and he didn't know that if Zhou Qingfeng's words were spread, David. Lawrence Commander and Gray of the Enclave. How would President Cornyn feel when he heard it?

The latter two are only afraid that they will first scold Zhou Qingfeng for hypocrisy, and then envy that there are still people in this world who can build farms happily. You must know that North America has been unable to expand its agricultural scale due to drought and breeding problems, so it is almost begging the Aurora Army to provide more trade quotas in terms of agricultural products.

"The output of these farms is very popular and sells very well in the market. We trade all the food we produce here for all the things we desperately need, and this is the place where the fate of our legion is kept. ”

Zhou Qingfeng paused when he said this, and Mugabe deeply agreed with this, after all, what he was most satisfied with in Havana was the food here - I am afraid that I will not find a richer agricultural product than Havana in the whole world, and the production here has made countless people blush.

"But in order to save my people, I am willing to give half of what I produce here. You have to know that this is a lot of wealth at the moment, and the wealth that can feed at least half a million people is not something that money can measure. ”

Zhou Qingfeng did not make it clear that he had to feed the surging population, and only the maggot farming industry, which had a huge output, could barely sustain itself. It is absolutely not enough to rely on raising pigs, chickens, and vegetables.

As a result, Zhou Qingfeng urgently needed to increase the number of his compatriots, and he had previously rescued many Chinese engineers and businessmen who were building in Brazil and other South American countries. These people who share his culture and values have become his most loyal supporters.

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

Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's confirmation that he was willing to rescue the Chinese in Africa, Mugabe finally let go of his anxiety, and then he realized that the farm he was on was a good place. The production here is indeed a great fortune, and this wealth will certainly have his share.

Excited, proud, jubilant, and relaxed, Mugabe's expression suddenly brightened.

It's going to be developed!

It's going to be successful!

It's time to become a master!

In the near future, the ruling side will become the hegemon!

Of course, now we need to restrain ourselves and make the fool in front of us like me - just when Mugabe was thinking about how to flatter the noble army commander for the sake of future interests, Zhou Qingfeng told him a story instead.

"Mr. Mugabe, do you know? I was in New York before, and there was a powerful South American mercenary group called Fernando running rampant in the city, demanding that everyone obey him. At that time, my strength was still very weak, and my friend was still controlled by him, and I was actually very scared. ”

Zhou Qingfeng started, and Mugabe could only listen intently, "At the beginning, Fernando asked the people in the Brooklyn community to bow their heads and join him. I'm not from Brooklyn, I don't speak. Fernando succeeded in annexing the Brooklyn neighborhood and became even more powerful.

Fernando then asks that the skeletons of Queens will give in and join him. I'm not from the Skull and Bones Society, and I still don't speak. Fernando managed to become the ruling giant of the Skull and Bones Guild, becoming more and more arrogant.

Again, Fernando demanded that the New York branch of the Brotherhood of Steel get out of New York. My relationship with the Brotherhood of Steel is so-so, and I still don't speak. Fernando succeeded in driving the Brotherhood of Steel out of New York, and by then he was too powerful.

Eventually, Fernando ran up to me and asked me to grovel. At that time, no one in New York stood up to speak for me, who was almost alone. ”

The story is quite interesting, Mugabe listened to it very attentively, and he also subconsciously worried about Zhou Qingfeng, "The enemy is so strong that he can't resist, how do you deal with it?" Compromise for the time being or stay away? This is a real matter of strategy. ”

"...... me? I killed Fernando with a nuclear bomb! ”

Mugabe thought that he would hear some exquisite response, and that the wit and courage of a strong enemy should at least have the strength and unyielding to endure humiliation and burden, who knows how .......

What......, nuclear bomb?! The strong sense of threat in this story makes Mugabe much more well-behaved.