Chapter 682: Another 10 million US dollars? Do you really think I have a money printing machine?
The next morning, Huxiu IT revealed the core details of Xiaomi's Series C financing: DST, Sequoia and Tiger Fund jointly invested US$860 million, and the post-investment valuation exceeded US$28 billion.
Xiaomi has successfully entered the first echelon of the domestic mobile phone industry.
However, in the eyes of outsiders, there is no essential difference between Lei Yijun and Zhou Hongyi, Ding Lei, Wu Hongxin and others. He is just one of Chen Yansen's many younger brothers.
After all, Xiaomi's processors, touch screens, smart voice assistants and other hardware and software supplies, as well as its production and manufacturing, and after-sales service, all share the same system as Orange phones.
But no matter what, it is an indisputable fact that Xiaomi has obtained large amounts of financing and become a super unicorn company.
At the same time, the road movie "Lost in Thailand", jointly produced by Orange Interactive Entertainment, Huaying and Xiaoma Pentium, announced its release date: previews will start on September 16 and the official release will be on September 30, obviously targeting the National Day market.
Immediately afterwards, Momo announced that it had submitted an IPO application.
Half an hour later, Huawei launched the Xiaoyi smart speaker, becoming the third technology company to enter the smart speaker field after Orange Technology and Xiaomi.
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Abyssinia, a suburb of Hamra Governorate.
On the empty Gobi Desert, there are more than a dozen military green awnings, and dozens of pickup trucks of various models are parked on the roadside, with heavy machine guns mounted in the truck beds.
When passing trucks passed by, the drivers were all scared and quickly stepped on the accelerator to flee as fast as possible, for fear that this group of people would pull the trigger and shoot them if they disagreed with them.
Leggi is a middle-aged man in his early forties with a dark complexion, a crew cut, and a scar on his forehead that is as thick as a thumb and seven or eight centimeters long.
Those were the marks left by stray bullets from the Central Command's regular army.
He was wearing an olive green camouflage uniform, a Glock pistol on his waist, and staring at Asfa opposite him expressionlessly.
"Leggi, you asked for 10 million US dollars in compensation, and I gave it to you. You asked for the copper mine in Tireg State, and I gave it to you as well. But what did you mean by attacking the Tireg Front branch? Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"
Asfa was wearing a neat suit, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and even had a Yaocheng X2 Plus in his pocket.
Ordinary people in Abyssinia live a hard life, with most earning less than 500 yuan a month. This is why Zhou Jinling, Jin Xu and others only need to spend 2,000 yuan a month to hire a driver, a chef and a nanny.
But being poor below does not mean being poor above.
Otherwise, could it be that the 900,000 Yaocheng mobile phones sold by Orange Technology in Abyssinia last year just disappeared out of thin air?
Asfa doesn't look like the leader of an armed front, but more like an executive in a multinational corporation. He looks well-dressed and has an elite demeanor.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, his cruel and ferocious look could no longer be hidden.
"Have you lost your memory? If you hadn't been giving me trouble time and time again, I wouldn't have bothered to bother with you."
Leggi was so angry that he laughed and gave Asfa a vicious look.
"But didn't I already pay the compensation? You attacked without warning. How should I settle this?"
Asfa said with a specious argument.
"It seems you haven't faced reality yet. If you are not satisfied, we can continue fighting."
Although Leggi was considered a moderate representative, that was only relative. As he could control an armed force of five to six thousand men, his character could not possibly be truly modest and gentle.
After hearing this, Asfa's expression suddenly froze.
He never expected that Leggi, who always had a smile on his face, would be so tough this time.
He paused, then forced an awkward smile. "Leggi, can you bear to watch your people die in vain, only to benefit the Hamra people in the end?"
In the eyes of people like them, ethnicity always comes first, and their sense of national identity is extremely low.
As for "Abyssinia", it is just a name imposed on this land by outsiders.
The three ethnic groups, Omoro, Hamra and Tireg, have been fighting each other for decades, and each ethnic group has been secretly supported by overseas capital.
The reason why Leggi was so eager to please Senlian Capital was that he understood the situation: the multinational corporations in Europe and the United States only wanted them to fight endlessly and let their people rely on grazing and mining for generations to come.
But Sunlink Capital is different!
The other party directly offered 1.5 times the salary and also set up a Chinese language learning class. As long as you can learn it, the salary can be doubled again.
By this calculation, you can earn 1,500 to 2,000 yuan a month.
Although this amount of money was still pitifully small, it was the total salary of an ordinary person for three or four months in Abyssinia.
Senlian Capital may not have any purely good intentions, but at least they gave their people better treatment.
"The lives of our people? Asfa, last year you sent the young men of the Tirege tribe to work as coolies in the mines opened by Europeans and Americans. Many of them didn't even make it through the rainy season!
"They work 12 hours a day, 30 days a month, and earn only 2,000 birr (100 USD). And you, on the other hand, earn 80 USD per person per month just from the price difference! You don't even care about your own people, and you think you care about the Omoros?"
Leggi curled his lips with a look of disdain, as if he had heard some huge joke.
These words were like a poisoned dagger, accurately piercing Asfa's sore spot.
His face darkened even further, but he continued, "That's to raise money to buy weapons for the Tireg Armed Front! Without funds, how can we fight the Hamra people? How can we protect our people?"
Leggi smiled and shook his head.
He knew very well that he and Asfa were not the same kind of people at all.
In fact, when the core members of the Tireg Armed Front heard this, they didn't show any concern on their faces.
Because they also have the right to distribute the '80 US dollars', how can they easily give up the benefits that have already been obtained?
It doesn’t matter if the tribesmen below suffer a little bit.
On this plateau of East Africa, the tribesmen are like teff that can be found everywhere, growing one after another and never ending.
But the conversation between Legji and Asfa was quite loud. Among the outermost Tireg armed members, some still chose to believe Asfa, while some gradually began to have doubts in their hearts, secretly wondering: Isn't there financial assistance from the Tireg Business Association for buying weapons and equipment?
Why do they have to deduct the already meager income of their own people?
The seeds of doubt suddenly took root and sprouted.
"10 million US dollars, plus the operating rights to an iron ore mine. Otherwise, I guarantee you won't get a good night's sleep before the rainy season ends."
Leggi was too lazy to argue with Asfa, so he simply put forward the conditions for the peace talks.
Another 10 million US dollars?
Asfa's brows were instantly twisted into a knot, and he was so angry that he almost pulled out a pistol and shot Leggi to death on the spot.
You fucking know I only make $80 per head!
You always ask for 10 million US dollars. Do you really think I have a money printing machine?
"Legiji, don't go too far!"
Asfa's voice suddenly rose, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and his fingers quietly touched the inner pocket of his suit, where a small Beretta pistol was hidden.
Leggi seemed not to hear his roar. He slowly took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two cigarettes, put one in his mouth, and handed the other to Asfa.
The lighter clicked, and the orange-red flame illuminated the scar on his forehead, making it look particularly hideous. "Asfa, don't play poor with me! Last month, you collected $8 million in management fees from the European and American mines. The sea view villa you bought in Dubai is worth no less than $3 million. 10 million is nothing to you."
A sea view villa worth 3 million US dollars?
Is this true or false?
Upon hearing this, the Tireg armed member holding an AK47 was slightly stunned.
You know, an ordinary Abyssinian can't earn 2,000 US dollars even if he doesn't eat or drink for a year.
The price of a sea view villa is the total annual income of 1,500 ordinary people!
"The Omoros are indeed capitulators! Not only do they fawn over the Hamra people, they also shamelessly lick the Chinese. Now they even dare to slander our leaders. How despicable!"
Most of the Tireg armed forces were unwilling to believe Leggi's words, thinking he was just making up lies.
But they overlooked one fact: Abyssinia is rich in mineral resources, and its animal husbandry and coffee industries are also quite large.
As long as Asfa firmly holds on to the trade within his sphere of influence, he can easily make a lot of money.
To him, fighting for the freedom of the Tireg people is just a slogan. It is all a pretext to fool the fools below to work for him and make money for him. It is no different from "Hello" or "Amitabha".
Making money, making a lot of money, is Asfa's main purpose.
In his opinion, a few decades of life is too short, so he should enjoy it to the fullest.
"Leggi, you're spreading rumors! I've never been to Dubai, let alone bought a villa!"
Asfa stiffened his neck and refuted with confidence.
"So, the woman and child in that villa in Dubai have nothing to do with you? Send two people over there to deal with them."
Leggi leaned back, sank into the seat, turned his head and gave instructions to Melaku who was standing beside him.
"Okay, boss." Melaku responded, raising the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a cruel smile.
When Asfa saw this, his heart sank and he was completely panicked.
"Leguji, since you want to die, let's fight!"
Asfa threatened harshly.
He couldn't figure out where Leggi got this private information.
"So there's no room for negotiation? Asfa, you'd better stay in the bunker and don't come out, otherwise—humph!"
Leggi slowly stood up, threw down a few words, and then left with his subordinates.
Asfa, who stayed where he was, had a dark face and clenched his hands subconsciously.
He wanted to reach for the gun at his waist several times, but when he thought of the consequences of shooting, he forced himself to hold back. He felt a surge of anger in his chest, burning him and making his whole body tremble.
After Omoro found his financial backer, his power did become stronger!
After a while, Leggi's convoy kicked up a cloud of dust and quickly disappeared at the end of the road.
After thinking for a moment, Asfa immediately wanted to call his seventh wife, but when he took out his mobile phone, he caught a glimpse of several pairs of eyes full of doubt.
"Do you have any questions?" Asfa asked sinisterly.
The other side.
As soon as Melaku got into the car, he handed the note in his pocket to Leggi.
"Boss, this is what Dajim from the Tireg Armed Front asked me to pass on to you." Melaku explained.
Dajim is an important figure in the Tireg Armed Front and controls half of Tireg's armed forces.
Leggi unfolded the slip of paper with a playful look on his face. On it was a phone number. He muttered to himself, "He's smarter than Asfa. He knows when to find a way out."
Although he is also greedy, he eats much better than Asfa.
Whether they are middle-level or low-level armed members, they can all share in the huge profits.
In addition, Legji has relied on Senlian Capital to find stable buyers for Oromia State's livestock products and cash crops.
You can make money by following the rules, and you don't have to pick meat from the bones anymore.
That night, the Omoro armed forces launched another raid, successfully broke through a stronghold of the Tireg armed forces, and captured more than 600 armed members in one fell swoop.
After this battle, the overall strength of the Tireg armed front was greatly weakened.
More importantly, the members of the branch that was breached happened to be all armed forces directly controlled by Asfa.
The next day, a shocking change occurred on the Tireg armed front.
Asfa was executed by Dajim for a very high-sounding reason: colluding with European and American capital, withholding wages of his people, and embezzling mineral profits.
When the news reached the camp of the Omoro Armed Front, Leggi was sitting in a makeshift tin house, holding a tablet computer in his hand. On the screen was the troop deployment of the Northern Region of the Central Command, and even the position of the heavy machine guns in each stronghold was clearly marked.
If Tireg can take it down, then he can definitely do it too.
Melaku stood aside, his tone revealing a bit of emotion: “I heard that when Asfa was executed yesterday, Tirege’s lower-level soldiers were all shouting that it was a good kill.
Dajim distributed the military pay and the share of the mines that Asfa had withheld to the soldiers' families on the spot. Now his subordinates are almost treating him as a savior."
"Savior?" Leggi scoffed, threw the tablet on the table, and squinted his eyes as he said, "There's no such thing as a savior in this world. To put it bluntly, it's just a struggle for interests, a dog-eat-dog situation."
After getting the support of Senlian Capital, he stopped pretending and decided to conquer the northern region first, and then join forces with Dajim to control the northern part of Abyssinia.
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Thousands of miles away in Luzhou, Chen Yansen stayed in his villa and spent a whole morning before he finally mastered the function of the ring-shaped lines in his eyes.
Before this, even if he just casually looked at the air, he would inexplicably see more than a dozen transitional color levels that ordinary people could not see, which always gave him the illusion of visual confusion.
But what is certain now is that there is nothing wrong with his eyes, he just sees things in more dimensions and details.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Huang Boxiang drove a Hongqi L5 and stopped in front of the villa.
After Chen Yansen got in the car, Lao Huang sped towards the government district.
(End of this chapter)
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