MTL - I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World-Chapter 1541 Upstarts

It is not so much a city hall as it is a palace. The giant ivory carved in marble stands on either side of the entrance to the town hall, and is followed by a more magnificent Dali building. The style of the entire building is European, but the layout is a bit of an Arabian style.

There was a row of black guards standing at the door, and the bayonet rifle rifle stood on the chest with a bayonet. People couldn’t understand why the guards on duty had to carry sniper rifles. What makes people wonder what is the sniper rifle. To insert a bayonet.

All the guards are more than two meters tall, and people can't help but suspect that these people are burnt mutants. They are probably injected with genetic agents. They don't have any external wearable equipment. They are only wearing a tiger skin or a leopard coat. They have a dark green pattern on their faces and a black military boot on their feet.

The ability to make such a uniform set of equipment is enough to demonstrate the strength of the great chief.

"Please here." Lusangbo, wearing a wizard's robe, made a gesture of asking, with Feng Yuan and his assistant going to the city hall. As for other people including NAC guards, they were left. Outside the city hall.

The four-meter-wide mahogany door opens, with a red carpet on the back of the hall, a variety of tropical fruits on the table, and a variety of spiced barbecues.

Looking at the table full of food, Feng Yuan and his assistants were involuntarily swallowing. This stuff is a table in the sixth block, I am afraid I have thousands of credit points. The wages of the two of them have been added for another half a year, almost to get a table.

As for those fruits, don’t even think about it...

Of course, in order not to be ignored by these indigenous people, Feng Yuan did not look at the food, but endured the seductive scent, crossed the table full of food, and smiled and sat in the first place. The Du Aman chief.

Not a burly figure, the size of the head is only more than one meter and eight points, the wrinkles on the face do not look much, about 40 years old. Wide open and leaned against the tiger leather chair, the right hand slouched on the chin, which is very lethal to the eyes, just as vulture as a vulture.

I dare not say how strong his means are, but he is squinting at the eyes, only those who have killed are in the hundreds of figures.

Feng Yuan silently made an evaluation in his heart.

The legend is that this, the tribe that united the chaos, formed the non-United Arab Emirates and drove the South African Union off the sea. Then he took his tribe and his slaves from the barren north to the rich south.

There are tens of thousands of slaves from India, South Asia and even distant East Asia working for him, and thousands of soldiers who have fled from all over Europe have gone to his knees. On this road, slavery means strength. Whether it is as cannon fodder or serf, only a large slave can maintain a tribal economy.

After hearing the NAC proposal, Chief Dumang immediately became interested in this new mode of cooperation. There are probably more than 100,000 slaves from South Asia, but the farmland that has been opened is only over two million mu, and they have not been planted to 20 acres.

It is not that these slaves do not work, but the efficiency is really too low. There are no factories that produce agricultural tools. Naturally, there are no mechanized planting equipment. More than a dozen harvesters in the warehouse were ordered from Pan-Asian cooperation before the war. Although the original promised warranty, the agricultural machinery company had long known how many years of bankruptcy. It is.

"The respected chief of Du Aman, the monk is Feng Yuan from the new Pan-Asian cooperation. This is my assistant Yuan Liwei. On behalf of all the soldiers and civilians of NAC, and the supreme marshal, I will give you kindness and respect," right fist After taking a standard NAC military ceremony to the chief who sat in the first place, Feng Yuan took a contract from the assistant in front of him and handed it to the tribal warrior who came to him. He nodded and smiled. "We Follow the agreement to come here for the common prosperity of the African continent."

"Please sit down, Mr. Feng Yuan." Chief Dumang reached out and made a gesture of asking for the long table full of food. He said in French, "We can talk while eating."

The banquet started.

The woman in gold jewelry put on the golden utensils and poured wine on Feng Yuan's cup. Most of these maids are black and there are a few whites. Sitting on both sides of the long table are the aristocrats of the Steel Teeth tribe. Feng Yuan carefully observed that the more aristocrats who were closer to the chieftain, the more teeth were hanging around their necks. As for the chief of Du Aman, who is sitting in the first place, his neck is almost covered with golden fangs.

Although gold is not a rare thing in Wanghai City, there is no surplus to this extent.

The Zaria chieftain is not in this list, and his identity is estimated to be similar to the vassal of the Duaman chief, not his courtier. Feng Yuan has not fully understood now, what is the political system of the non-United Arab Emirates.

The nobles ate the meat, and Feng Yuan and his assistant Yuan Liwei constantly reached out to the plate full of fruit. Du Aman noticed this, so he waved a hand at the nearest maid, and whispered a few words.

Soon, a whole plate of chopped dragon fruit was picked up.

Even if he tried to restrain the shock in his heart, Feng Yuan’s eyelids couldn’t help but jump.

Not to mention that it was eaten. After waking up from the dormant cabin, he never saw this thing. However, these "indigenous" people in Africa have gone to the table one after another, which cannot be described as extravagant.

"I suggest you try our roast venison. I bet it must be better than fruit." Chief Dumang snorted. "In our tribe, the strongest warrior can eat the whole buck." As for the fruits, those are just some thirst-quenching things."

"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I have already had enough," wiped the corner of the mouth with a towel handed by the maid. Feng Yuan put down the knife and fork and looked at the chief of Du Aman, smiling. "Going to the pioneering place." Before, I had one thing I didn’t know if I could ask for a distinguished chief."

"Say."

"We hope to buy some slaves, preferably from East Asia." Feng Yuan said.

"No problem," stared at Feng Yuan, Chief Du Aman said, "But what are you going to exchange?"

"Rifles, bullets, all the arms we can produce, even the power armor..." Feng Yuan noticed that after hearing the power armor, the chief of Du Aman looked at his own eyes and immediately changed from lack of interest. It became hot.

It can be seen that for the power armor, these African indigenous people have a near-fanatic esteem.

"No problem! As long as it is an munition, we must!" Du Aman, the chieftain, laughed and raised a gold wine glass full of wine. "The business is put aside in advance, let us cheer for a long-lasting friendship!"

"Cheers!"

Like other tribal aristocrats present here, Feng Yuan lifted the glass in his hand.

No one noticed that his mouth reflected in the wine's mouth gradually evoked a smug smile...