Chapter 1532 Food and Slaves

Inner Circle of Sixth Street, Tulip Hotel. ;乐;文;＋

As an asset of the Zhao Group, this hotel has now become a famous five-star hotel throughout East Asia. The people who live here are either businessmen from the Hanzhong area, or dictators from the south.

However, recently, a rich man with a special status and generous spending has been welcomed here. He directly bought the entire hotel with twenty diamonds for a week, and sold ten tons of cornmeal at the market in the sixth neighborhood.

One kilogram of flour can be exchanged for about three credits, and ten tons of cornmeal is equivalent to 30,000 credits.

In Sixth Street, that's a lot of money.

These black people seem to have no concept of keeping their wealth private. In addition to the ten tons of cornmeal they have sold, there is also an entire container full of corn stored at the port of Wanghai City, guarded by more than twenty fully armed soldiers.

As for the chief named Zaria, although he has been living a life of wine and meat in the hotel for the past two days, in fact, he has not been completely idle. There are more than ten followers accompanying him to the Sixth District. .

Most of these people hang out in the market, investigating various aspects of the Sixth Street.

"Food is very expensive here, but unlike what we expected, they are able to produce a certain amount of food through something called the 'Eden Project'. However, the yield is not very high, and most people still eat synthetically produced mutant plants. Nutritional mixture and only occasionally eat cooked food."

"Soldiers have a very high status in the NAC. The military government system here is probably the same as ours. The status of a marshal is probably equivalent to that of a chief, and he can have many women."

"The price of military supplies here is not high, and their industrial level should be slightly better than ours, but we should have the advantage in terms of population and weapons reserves, and they will not pose a threat to us for the time being."

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Tulip Hotel, a burly black man knelt down on one knee and reported the work of the past two days to Chief Zaria who was playing an AR somatosensory game.

Throwing the somatosensory device in her hand onto the table next to her, Zaria walked to the high-end sofa sewn with exotic fur and sat down next to her. She hooked her fingers at the white female slave next to her, and then pointed at her own. Pants.

Without any movement of resistance, the masked white female slave, like a puppet on strings, mechanically walked to and squatted in front of Chief Zaria, then slightly lifted off the mask and opened her mouth.

His brows gradually relaxed, Chief Zaria hummed, leaned on the sofa with enjoyment, tapped the armrest with his fingers, and said casually.

"What I care about are slaves, slaves, a lot of slaves, especially the yellow-skinned ones, you know what I mean? If I fail to complete this task, the warchief will punish me."

The chief is the prime minister of the "non-United Emirates" and the king in the orthodox sense. This king is served by the most powerful chief of the emirate, and has the unified power to declare war on foreign countries and mediate internal wars. If two large tribes are at loggerheads, the chief has the obligation to mediate the conflict between the two parties.

Not long ago, the chief issued an order that a fertile land in the former Tanzania region would be reclaimed, requiring at least 200,000 serfs. The huge population demand caused the non-Emirati chiefs to set their sights on the more distant eastern Asia.

As a close confidant of the great chief, Zaria naturally accepted this task without hesitation. However, when he arrived at Wanghai City, the situation here shocked him. The Europeans told him that the Holy Shield here had been destroyed, but he clearly saw the orange-yellow dome covering the entire sky. The soil here should obviously no longer be cultivated, but there are piles of grain and various foods for purchase in the market in the sixth block.

"NAC has abolished slavery. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get slaves." The giant black man hesitated for a moment and said angrily,

"I tried to contact the mercenary group here, and they agreed to help us smuggle slaves, but they asked for two tons of rice or one ton of cornmeal for each slave."

It’s simply asking for a lot of money!

This is almost twice the price Zaria offered to the NAC military government.

Zaria frowned, mentally weighing whether the deal was worth it.

After about five or six minutes, he finally made a decision.

"Leave those people alone for now, and I will give them an answer after I meet with the NAC Marshal."

"As commanded."

The giant black man stepped back respectfully. When leaving the room, he looked enviously at the white female slave who was crawling under Chief Zaria, and then closed the door behind him.

…

After a day of recovery, Jiang Chen felt like he was alive again. Sun Jiao and the others did not continue to overdraw his body, but arranged a timetable.

Now that the passage between the present world and the apocalypse has been opened, there are no longer the original obstacles to travel between the two worlds. Early in the morning, Xia Shiyu took Sun Jiao and the others to the Coconut Island in the present world, and they would probably come back at night.

Therefore, when Jiang Chen woke up, the entire villa was empty, which made him feel empty, lonely and cold.

Fortunately, Yao Yao was considerate and came back around twelve o'clock to prepare lunch for him.

I don't know if it's because of yesterday, but now when Yao Yao sees Jiang Chen, he will avoid his sight in panic, and his whole pretty face turns into a red apple, so red that it almost bleeds.

Coupled with the pink apron and the white silk under the skirt, this look can really inspire the protective desire of male creatures, but at the same time it can also ignite the most primitive desires deep in someone's heart and release the soul. The evil side of...

Of course, even if he wanted to, Jiang Chen was a little unable to do it now.

Yesterday's severe overdraft had already taken a toll on his body.

It’s better to exercise moderation these days.

Otherwise, it will become a problem later.

After finishing lunch, Yao Yao put the plates in the kitchen, while Jiang Chen left the house and took a helicopter to the Sixth District. On the tarmac near the Parliament Building, he met Chu Nan, who had been waiting for a long time.

After giving a respectful NAC military salute to the marshal, Chu Nan walked beside Jiang Chen.

"Chief Zaria is waiting for you in the conference room. Also arriving with him is a wizard, his entourage, and a slave."

"wizard?"

"It's not a real wizard," Chu Nan shrugged and said with a smile, "It's just a position, probably similar to a military advisor or a staff officer."

"Did he ever say what he wanted?"

"Slaves." Chu Nan said, "They want to start slave trade with us."

Jiang Chen nodded, but did not make a statement on this. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked.

“What do you think of the African continent?”

"A bloated and weak giant," Chu Nan added after thinking for a moment, "carrying more gold bricks than his body weight."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed, looked at Chu Nan and said.

"I think exactly the same thing as you."

Inner Circle of Sixth Street, Tulip Hotel. ;乐;文;＋

As an asset of the Zhao Group, this hotel has now become a famous five-star hotel throughout East Asia. The people who live here are either businessmen from the Hanzhong area, or dictators from the south.

However, recently, a rich man with a special status and generous spending has been welcomed here. He directly bought the entire hotel with twenty diamonds for a week, and sold ten tons of cornmeal at the market in the sixth neighborhood.

One kilogram of flour can be exchanged for about three credits, and ten tons of cornmeal is equivalent to 30,000 credits.

In Sixth Street, that's a lot of money.

These black people seem to have no concept of keeping their wealth private. In addition to the ten tons of cornmeal they have sold, there is also an entire container full of corn stored at the port of Wanghai City, guarded by more than twenty fully armed soldiers.

As for the chief named Zaria, although he has been living a life of wine and meat in the hotel for the past two days, in fact, he has not been completely idle. There are more than ten followers accompanying him to the Sixth District. .

Most of these people hang out in the market, investigating various aspects of the Sixth Street.

"Food is very expensive here, but unlike what we expected, they are able to produce a certain amount of food through something called the 'Eden Project'. However, the yield is not very high, and most people still eat synthetically produced mutant plants. Nutritional mixture and only occasionally eat cooked food."

"Soldiers have a very high status in the NAC. The military government system here is probably the same as ours. The status of a marshal is probably equivalent to that of a chief, and he can have many women."

"The price of military supplies here is not high, and their industrial level should be slightly better than ours, but we should have the advantage in terms of population and weapons reserves, and they will not pose a threat to us for the time being."

In the presidential suite on the top floor of the Tulip Hotel, a burly black man knelt down on one knee and reported the work of the past two days to Chief Zaria who was playing an AR somatosensory game.

Throwing the somatosensory device in her hand onto the table next to her, Zaria walked to the high-end sofa sewn with exotic fur and sat down next to her. She hooked her fingers at the white female slave next to her, and then pointed at her own. Pants.

Without any movement of resistance, the masked white female slave, like a puppet on strings, mechanically walked to and squatted in front of Chief Zaria, then slightly lifted off the mask and opened her mouth.

His brows gradually relaxed, Chief Zaria hummed, leaned on the sofa with enjoyment, tapped the armrest with his fingers, and said casually.

"What I care about are slaves, slaves, a lot of slaves, especially the yellow-skinned ones, you know what I mean? If I fail to complete this task, the warchief will punish me."

The chief is the prime minister of the "non-United Emirates" and the king in the orthodox sense. This king is served by the most powerful chief of the emirate, and has the unified power to declare war on foreign countries and mediate internal wars. If two large tribes are at loggerheads, the chief has the obligation to mediate the conflict between the two parties.

Not long ago, the chief issued an order that a fertile land in the former Tanzania region would be reclaimed, requiring at least 200,000 serfs. The huge population demand caused the non-Emirati chiefs to set their sights on the more distant eastern Asia.

As a close confidant of the great chief, Zaria naturally accepted this task without hesitation. However, when he arrived at Wanghai City, the situation here shocked him. The Europeans told him that the Holy Shield here had been destroyed, but he clearly saw the orange-yellow dome covering the entire sky. The soil here should obviously no longer be cultivated, but there are piles of grain and various foods for purchase in the market in the sixth block.

"NAC has abolished slavery. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get slaves." The giant black man hesitated for a moment and said angrily, "I tried to contact the mercenary group here, and they agreed to help us smuggle Slaves, but they charge two tons of rice for each slave, or one ton of cornmeal.”

It’s simply asking for a lot of money!

This is almost twice the price Zaria offered to the NAC military government.

Zaria frowned, mentally weighing whether the deal was worth it.

After about five or six minutes, he finally made a decision.

"Leave those people alone for now, and I will give them an answer after I meet with the NAC Marshal."

"As commanded."

The giant black man stepped back respectfully. When leaving the room, he looked enviously at the white female slave who was crawling under Chief Zaria, and then closed the door behind him.

…

After a day of recovery, Jiang Chen felt like he was alive again. Sun Jiao and the others did not continue to overdraw his body, but arranged a timetable.

Now that the passage between the present world and the apocalypse has been opened, there are no longer the original obstacles to travel between the two worlds. Early in the morning, Xia Shiyu took Sun Jiao and the others to the Coconut Island in the present world, and they would probably come back at night.

Therefore, when Jiang Chen woke up, the entire villa was empty, which made him feel empty, lonely and cold.

Fortunately, Yao Yao was considerate and came back around twelve o'clock to prepare lunch for him.

I don’t know if it’s because of yesterday, but now when Yao Yao sees Jiang Chen, he will avoid his sight in a panic, and his whole pretty face turns into a red apple, so red that it almost bleeds.

Coupled with the pink apron and the white silk under the skirt, this look can really inspire the protective desire of male creatures, but at the same time it can also ignite the most primitive desires deep in someone's heart and release the soul. The evil side of...

Of course, even if he wanted to, Jiang Chen was a little unable to do it now.

Yesterday's severe overdraft had already taken a toll on his body.

It’s better to exercise moderation these days.

Otherwise, it will become a problem later.

After finishing lunch, Yao Yao put the plates in the kitchen, while Jiang Chen left the house and took a helicopter to the Sixth District. On the tarmac near the Parliament Building, he met Chu Nan, who had been waiting for a long time.

After giving a respectful NAC military salute to the marshal, Chu Nan walked beside Jiang Chen.

"Chief Zaria is waiting for you in the conference room. Also arriving with him is a wizard, his entourage, and a slave."

"wizard?"

"It's not a real wizard," Chu Nan shrugged and said with a smile, "It's just a position, probably similar to a military advisor or a staff officer."

"Did he ever say what he wanted?"

"Slaves." Chu Nan said, "They want to start slave trade with us."

Jiang Chen nodded, but did not make a statement on this. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly asked.

“What do you think of the African continent?”

"A bloated and weak giant," Chu Nan added after thinking for a moment, "carrying more gold bricks than his body weight."

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment, then laughed, looked at Chu Nan and said.

"I think exactly the same thing as you."

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