At the same time, in the distant Black Islands, Marceau had just turned dark. Due to the time difference (it was five hours earlier than Nong Dao), it was not even nine o'clock at night.
In a dilapidated shop in the small town of Yuma, Lega, and Litt, there were only a few doors. On the shelves were all kinds of daily necessities and some weapons!
Bread, cornmeal, oil, salt, sugar, cigarettes, pots and pans, beer, slippers, AK-47s…They were scattered in the shop. The variety was monotonous and very expensive.
A burly, muscular, brown-skinned native youth wearing shorts, short-sleeved shirts, and slippers was standing in the shop and making a call to a public phone. His expression was very serious.
He was the leader of the militia of the [Daki Tribe], Nagi!
This evening, the old lord of the Daki (Warrior) tribe, who was 70 years old, died of old age. His last words were shocking. He actually appointed a farmer to succeed the new lord.
The indigenous people of the tribe were all stunned!
Amazing, my City Lord, what kind of operation is this?
There were 3,500 people in the tribe, and you couldn't choose anyone, but you had to choose a farmer? It felt so strange…
However, the City Lord's orders could not be disobeyed!
After a discussion among the militia officers, clan elders, and village representatives, they decided to execute the will. He sent Naiji to the town to make a call and contact the new city lord, Jiang Feng.
On behalf of all the villagers, we welcome the arrival of the City Lord!
Before the old city lord died, he left his contact information. Phone number, address…
There was no electricity in the tribe, let alone the internet. If he wanted to make a call, he had to go to the small town.
Nagi (Militia Captain) had studied in high school and knew a little bit of Buraku and Arabic. He could barely be considered an intellectual. He was good at managing the tribal militia and was also a part-time teacher.
He wasn't sure if the new city lord knew Masuo language.
He had no problem communicating in English. He would try to talk in English first. Perhaps the chief knew Somalia?
Or perhaps…Jiang Feng did not want to be the Tribal Chief?
The Chinese coming to Africa to be a chief, f * ck, it felt a little unreliable. Somalia was so chaotic, who would be willing to come to such a poor place? It was said that China was very rich ~
When he was in school, he had heard that the people of China were very rich and peaceful. They had not fought for decades!
Who would come to the edge of the world, Somalia?
Besides, could the new chief manage the tribe well?
Nigel felt complicated and uneasy. When he finally made the call, he heard the familiar Masuo language.
"Hello! I am Jiang Feng! Who are you looking for?"
"Oh ~~ Respected City Lord, hello! I'm the leader of the Daki militia, your most loyal subordinate---Nagi.”
So the new city lord also knew Masuo language? He did not know about the system's all-purpose translation, so he thought that Jiang Feng also knew Marceau's native dialect, and his accent was very authentic.
That would be great! In the future, there would be no barriers to communication!
Perhaps it was not a bad idea to choose this new city lord? Naiji thought to himself,'Jiang Feng is an elite of the island, he must be better at management than the people of Masuo, and he knows how to make money through business.'
It was an inexplicable trust, respect, and obedience.
In a concise and comprehensive manner, he invited her directly,
"Esteemed City Lord, the previous City Lord of our Daki (Warrior) tribe has just passed away. Before he died, he appointed you as the next City Lord! His Excellency Jiang Feng from Nong Island!"
"All the villagers of the tribe await the arrival of the city lord!”
Jiang Feng thought about it and did not want to go now. The Old City Lord had just died, so why would he go? We'll talk about it after they're done with the funeral! He agreed and then declined,
"No problem, Captain Nigel. I will complete the procedures to leave the island as soon as possible and go to Marceau to take up my position! It will probably take a few days to settle it. You guys hold the funeral first…"
"The old city lord's funeral must be grand. Don't worry about the cost. I'll wire you a sum of money. You can withdraw it when you go to the county city! Is 50,000 yuan enough?"
" 50,000…50,000 dollars…" Naiji exclaimed.
What a joke! Are you sure it's 50,000 RMB?
The average annual income of the tribe was 440 million yuan, which was equivalent to the annual income of hundreds of people. Of course, it was enough for the funeral!
No, it should be more than enough. 20,000 RMB was completely enough. It was absolutely grand. It could let the villagers of the tribe eat to their hearts 'content. There was wine, meat, and food.
" What?!" Naiji gasped, making a sound like a gas leak. He could not believe it." City Lord, are you saying that you want to transfer money to us?" 50,000 RMB?"
"That's right! 50,000 dollars is just a small sum of money. After I come to the tribe, I will solve the problems of the villagers 'lives and drinking water for people and animals, so that everyone can get rid of poverty and become rich!”
"If you have any needs, you can ask. I will try my best to help you solve them. In terms of daily necessities, they were basically prepared and transported over by ship.”
"Also, remember to buy a satellite phone!”
After the Marceau pirates became rampant, satellite phones became a hot commodity. Although they cost thousands of dollars each, they were essential tools for pirate gangs and could be sold in many places.
A phone receiver battery solar panel, a combination that could make calls and surf the Internet. It could be used anywhere in the world, and Marceau was no exception.
" Yes, City Lord!" Naiji's face was full of shock and his eyes were burning. He held the phone and nodded in a daze. His voice trembled." Yes, City Lord! On behalf of the villagers, I await the arrival of the City Lord!"”
Jiang Feng was very satisfied and emphasized the work arrangement.
1. A funeral meeting was established, and the old city lord's funeral and memorial service were held in a grand manner to announce the handover of the city lord's position.
2. Count the young and strong men in the tribe, prepare for the expansion of the militia and the militia training, and change into standard weapons.
3. The development of training bases, roads, airfields, and water and electricity infrastructure projects, and the recruitment of construction workers.
Money was not lacking! These projects were necessary!
Especially the recruitment of the militia, it was absolutely a key task. It was related to the mission reward, and the next stage would have a reward of 5 billion yuan! He repeatedly instructed Nagi to publicize and attract young adults (18- 35 years old) to join the militia.
In order to recruit enough soldiers, Jiang Feng was willing to pay them a high salary of 300 dollars per month. He also promised to provide them with advanced M-type weapons and various welfare benefits.
It was much better than the official army!
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