Chapter 1532 (1/2)

Tulip Hotel, the inner circle of sixth block.

As an asset of Zhao's group, the hotel has become a five-star hotel well-known throughout East Asia. The people who live here are either businessmen from the United zone in Hanzhong or dictators from the south.

Recently, however, there has been a local tyrant with a special identity and a generous hand. Wrapped up the entire hotel with 20 diamonds for a week, and sold 10 tons of corn flour at the sixth block market.

One kilogram of flour can be exchanged for three credit points, and ten tons of corn flour is 30000 credit points.

On the sixth block, it's a lot of money.

In addition to the ten tons of corn flour that had been sold, a whole container full of corn was sent to the port of Wanghai City, guarded by more than 20 armed soldiers.

As for the chief named Zaria, although he has been living in the hotel for two days, in fact, he is not completely idle, and there are more than ten entourage with him to the sixth block.

Most of these people were in the marketplace, investigating all aspects of the sixth block.

”Food is very expensive here, but it's different from what we expected. They can produce a certain amount of food through a kind of thing called the Eden Project. However, the yield is not very high. Most people still eat the nutrient mixture synthesized by mutant plants, and only occasionally eat cooked food

”The status of soldiers in NAC is very high. The system of military administration and government is implemented here, just like in our side. The position of a marshal is about the same as that of a chief. He can have many women. ”

”The price of military supplies here is not high. Their industrial level should be slightly stronger than ours. However, we should have the advantage in terms of population and weapon reserves. They can not pose a threat to us for the time being.”

Inside the tulip hotel, in the presidential suite on the top floor, a burly black giant man kneels on one knee and reports on his work in the past two days to chief Zaria, who is playing the AR sense game.

Throwing the somatosensory device in her hand on a nearby table, Zaria went to a high-end sofa sewn with different kinds of fur and sat down. She hooked her finger to the white woman next to her and pointed to her pants.

Without any resistance, the white woman with the mask, like a string puppet, mechanically went to the head of Zaria and squatted down. Then she opened her mouth slightly under the mask.

The brow gradually extended. Chief Zaria hummed and leaned on the sofa enjoying himself. His fingers banged on the armrest and said casually.

”I care about slaves, slaves, a lot of slaves, especially the yellow ones. Do you know what I mean? If I can't finish this task, the chief will punish me

The great chief is the Prime Minister of the ”non United Chiefs” and the king in the orthodox sense. The king was held by the most powerful chief of the emirate and had the unified right to declare war on foreign countries and to mediate internal wars. If the two big tribes fight each other, the chief has the duty to mediate the conflict between the two sides.

Not long ago, the great chief ordered a piece of fertile land in the former Tanzanian region to be reclaimed, requiring at least 200000 serfs. The huge population demand made the great chiefs of the non United Emirates aim to the Far East of Asia.

As a close friend attached to the chief, Zaria naturally took over the task. However, when he arrived at Wanghai City, he was stunned by the situation. The European told him that the Holy Shield had been destroyed, but he could clearly see the orange dome covering the whole sky. The soil is clearly no longer arable, but there are piles of food and all kinds of food to buy at the sixth block market.

”NAC has abolished slavery, and it's hard for us to get slaves.” The black man hesitated for a moment, and said in a voice, ”I tried to contact the mercenaries here. They agreed to help us smuggle slaves, but each slave charged two tons of rice, or a ton of corn flour.”

It's just asking a lot of money!

This is almost twice the price Zaria offered to the NAC junta.

Zaria frowned, weighing in her heart whether the deal was worth it.

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

”Let's hang those people up and give them a reply after I've met Marshal NAC.”