Chapter 998: Giving people fishing

"This Mr. Mugabe said that there are a large number of Chinese refugees stranded in Angola?" Zhou Qingfeng held a record of the talks, but a few words provided a lot of information.
The low-key luxurious decoration of the Captain's Office of the Capitol represents the identity of the owner. Minister Clooney stood at his desk and smiled respectfully and intimately: "Honest Commander, I think this Mr. Mugabe will please you. But his proposal is feasible."
"You are also courting me." Zhou Qingfeng chuckled and dropped the record of the talks. "But I want to thank you for courting. I learned that my compatriots are suffering, and I can't sit back and watch."
Zhou Qingfeng said in his mouth that he couldn't sit back and watch, but in fact his status depends on how many people he can control to work with him and work together. At present, the legislative population of the Legion is over one million, but the number of Chinese people barely exceeds 30,000 when they are scouring around.
Dominating the majority with a few is ultimately a hidden danger. Once it is out of control, it is a disaster.
In order to expand the Chinese population, Zhou Qingfeng is already trying everything. Even the assignment of four wives to Chinese soldiers in the army has been done, but it is not a matter of short-term success to allow women to become pregnant and give birth to children.
The best way to quickly expand your own population is to migrate. But where can Zhou Qingfeng look for Chinese immigrants who can take his heart?
United States? Canada? South America? The number of Chinese in these places is small, and fewer people survive, and they are still bananas with yellow skins and white hearts. Some white-eyed wolves don't speak Chinese. After receiving preferential treatment, they scold Zhou Qingfeng for racial discrimination and demand that white and black people be treated equally.
You mother! When this kind of breaking things happened, Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh himself, and then sent those troubled guys to the farm to raise a cricket. The cold-blooded has always been extremely cruel. Whoever dares to make him feel unhappy for a while, he will let him be unhappy for life.
Zhou Qingfeng never thought that the whites and blacks in the legion could always be with him. At present, everyone is united only by realistic persecution-they can't live without the legion leader!
But after a few years, the harsh environment will eventually improve, people's thinking will become more complicated, and more needs will be needed. Who knows if there will be an artificial reaction? Those who believe in Christ and God will surely make trouble. Dou Mien, Sheng Mi Chou, nothing new in the sun.
Zhou Qingfeng wondered if he would send his subordinates back to China to pull people, but the Pacific Ocean was too big. As far as the current shipping capacity of the Aurora Corps is concerned, it can also be run in the Caribbean and South America. Other places cannot go at all.
And now this Mugabe ran out ... Zhou Qingfeng looked at the map and felt that the Atlantic Ocean was always smaller than the Pacific Ocean.
But Mugabe's was also extremely cunning, he didn't give much details. And the Aurora Corps, let alone in Africa, has very weak influence in South America. It is only by pulling and fighting that it barely builds influence. In this way, it is inseparable from the leading party of the African Union.
"What does Mr. Mugabe want?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"He wants us to train him an army of 100,000 people, and a million laborers." Clooney said this, and he laughed. This request is simply a lion's mouth, completely whimsical.
"This man wants to build his own power, so he needs so many people." Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help smirking a few times. "It's not easy to have a population. We have at least one million refugees outside Havana. Every day Hundreds of people died in misery, and he could pull them all. "
Clooney didn't dare to take it casually when he heard the angry words of his chief. At present, the number of refugees around Havana is increasing rapidly. A large number of people have fled from Mexico. Incre has also consciously guided refugees to Cuba.
It is said that human resources are extremely valuable now, but in the case of lack of clothing and food, it is not easy to talk about using it. Zhou Qingfeng also does not want to dilute the proportion of his core members, which is related to the foundation of his stable rule.
The consequences of gathering a group of refugees are extremely dangerous. The enemy only needs a rumor and a few agitation to make Zhou Qingfeng's efforts in vain. If it weren't for his image, he really wanted to kill all the refugees around Havana.
After sending away his foreign minister, Zhou Qingfeng leaned behind his desk and meditated silently. The light outside the window slowly moved over time until nightfall. Nancy and Jenny pushed open the door of the office and brought dinner to his man.
"Is it bothersome again?" Jenny, wearing a long skirt, gently moved closer to Zhou Qingfeng. She was very physically fit and had recently practiced yoga.
The equally beautiful Nancy opened the insulated bucket and placed Chinese food on the desk. She didn't talk much, just gently pinched his man's shoulders.
"I'm calculating my own strength, but I can't think of any way to carry out large-scale population transportation over tens of thousands of kilometers." Zhou Qingfeng rolled the mouse on his computer in distress. He had the Ministry of the Interior at hand The fabricated inventory table was very tense.
The previous harvest in order to rob two eastern provinces of Canada, but it has exhausted all Havana's material reserves. Although the searched things are slowly creating value, obviously there is no way to come up with useful materials out of nothing.
Can it be transported from the real world? Millions of tons of aging grains and waste water can not be turned into usable materials immediately ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Everything takes time to transform.
After the end of the North Korean copy, given the merits established by Zhou Qingfeng, ‘god’ gave a reward of 10,000 tons of transportation rights, which was restricted to ordinary value items that could only be transported from waste land to the real world. This will not help much to save our fellow citizens in Africa.
"I still have too few resources at my disposal." With the increase in the population under control, Zhou Qingfeng felt that his plight not only did not improve, but became worse and worse.
On the desktop, there is a material allocation plan written by Zhou Qingfeng on his desktop. Nancy said with a few glances: "If you want to transport people from Africa, why not use African resources?"
"Africa has a ghost resource, and there are only dead people in that place." Zhou Qingfeng scolded complainingly, but he stopped at halfway.
Jenny also said, "There should be a lot of resources in Africa. It should be an inefficient use. But it is not easy to organize such things."
Yes indeed! Zhou Qingfeng immediately stood up and stared at the map hung on the wall of the office-yeah, why have to do this with his own resources? If you provide a small amount of start-up supplies yourself, you can create a virtuous circle by using local fellows in Africa.
It's better to teach people to fish than to teach people. The Aurora Corps has absolutely no need to do everything. It should move the masses!
"Your thoughts are good, let me think about it."
"No, you have to eat first."
"Don't interrupt my thinking."
"Obviously, the problem can't be solved in a short time. Calm down, do we need to feed you? Or will you feed us?"
"Uh ... okay. We feed each other, you feed my mouth above, I feed your mouth below!"
"Victor. Hugo, you really look!"