Chapter 696: Turning the Country into a Company! The Ambition of 30 Million People!
Dajim slammed his hand on the folding table, sending several bottles of mineral water careening off. "Leguji! Stop bragging about your military might! The Tirege are tying down a third of the Central Command's forces on the northern battlefield. Why should the Omoro take two more states?"
Leggi stood up suddenly, seemingly enraged. The Glock pistol at his waist swung as he moved, his eyes murderous, as if he wanted to kill someone. "Contain? If we, the Omoro, hadn't captured the satellite city and pointed our guns at Asbeba, do you think Behannu would have sat here and negotiated? The Tiregs fought for three months and haven't even taken a decent city. And you still have the nerve to talk to me about your achievements?"
The two men were on the verge of a fight, spit flying in the air, and the armed men behind them also clenched their gun butts. The atmosphere was extremely tense.
Behannu sat in the middle, picked up the enamel cup and slowly drank a sip of tea, with a barely perceptible smile in his eyes.
This was exactly the effect he wanted, to cause internal strife between the Omoro and Tireg tribes so that he could reap the benefits.
It only takes a little trick to make these two idiots fall out.
Each family was divided into three states, which seemed fair on the surface, but the strength of each family varied greatly, and disputes naturally arose.
After about ten minutes, Behannu coughed lightly and slowly said, "You two, calm down first!
The purpose of the peace talks is to resolve the problem, not to create new conflicts. The three states are the greatest sincerity the Central Department can offer. If you two really cannot accept this, then I'm afraid these peace talks will have to be shelved."
He paused for a few seconds, his eyes sweeping across Leggi and Dajim's faces before continuing, "The Central Command's regular troops are still gathering in the south, and our European allies have promised to provide a batch of advanced weapons as soon as possible. If a war really breaks out, it's hard to say who will win or lose."
After hearing this, Dajim's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
But he changed his mind and couldn't help cursing in his heart: Who the hell are you trying to scare?
If the Hamra people can really get support, can the Omoro and Tireg people still reach the outskirts of Asbeba?
Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Leggi beside him, and saw that the other party still had a stern face and looked nonchalant, and he immediately had an idea in his heart.
Leggi seemed not to have heard Behannu's threat. Instead, he leaned forward and said more aggressively, "If I kill you now, wouldn't that be half the battle?"
After saying that, he was about to take out the pistol from his waist.
“Crack!”
The armed bodyguards brought by Behanu immediately raised their submachine guns and aimed them at Leggi.
Seeing this, the Omoro armed members further out pointed their guns at Behannu without showing any weakness.
Dajim quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He didn't want to be turned into a hornet's nest because of someone's misfire. He hadn't enjoyed his villa in Dubai and those beautiful young models enough, so how could he bear to die?
"Legiji, put down the gun!" he hurriedly advised.
"It's just a joke, you're not scared, are you?"
Leggi laughed, looking like a brainless armed soldier.
"Let's talk about business first." Behannu spoke first to interrupt the previous tense atmosphere, then raised his hand and pointed behind him, pressing it down, signaling the people accompanying him to put down their guns.
After the man behind him finished putting away his gun, he continued, "Each family will be given jurisdiction over three states, and the Central Department will allocate funds to help you build roads and schools. You and Dajim will also be given state-level leadership positions."
In other words, Omoro and Tireg have since "come ashore" and been cleansed of all charges.
From now on, they no longer have to sleep in the open air or hide in the Gobi Plateau. They can wear suits and ties, drive luxury cars, and their children can enjoy a good education.
Dajim was a pleasure-seeking person. He joined the armed front only to use this identity to seek personal gain.
The conditions offered by Behanu now are obviously a more promising path.
"Four states, that's my bottom line."
Leggi said, holding up four fingers.
The Omoros are the largest ethnic group in Abyssinia, numbering approximately 35 million people, spread across the southern and southeastern regions, covering an area of four states.
Behanu said that he would give the two people jurisdiction over three states, but in fact he was just handing over the territories originally occupied by various ethnic groups back to their hands.
The only difference between the two is that these territories were previously under their illegal control, but now they can take over under the name of legality.
For Behannu, the Hamra people had never been able to establish substantive management over these places. Rather than leaving the situation hanging, it would be better to simply give the jurisdiction to Legji and Dajim.
This will actually make the domestic situation more stable.
Behanu stared at the four fingers Leggi held up, about to refuse out of habit, but when he saw him reaching for the pistol at his waist, he smiled helplessly and nodded, saying, "Four states are fine, but you must pay a 10% tax to the Central Department on the land, agriculture, and mining revenue within your jurisdiction."
"I have no objection." Leggi grinned, his thick lips slightly raised, and he looked extremely satisfied.
Dajim just opened his mouth to say something when Behanu's face darkened and he said in a stern tone, "If you disagree, you can declare war on the Central Division and the Omoro Armed Front at any time."
In Behanu's eyes, the Tireg Armed Front was small in number and weak in strength, so giving them a few pieces of land adjacent to the East African Plateau was considered a "privilege".
Dajim's words got stuck in his throat. He looked at Behanu's cold face, glanced at Leggi who was standing beside him with an indifferent look, and finally he could only shut up in disappointment.
He knew in his heart that the Tireg Armed Front only had 3,000 men on a normal day and could not afford to support more. This time, they had only temporarily assembled a force of 30,000 men to attack Hamla State, which was only half the number of the Omoro Armed Front. If they really fell out, Behanu would not have to do anything himself, Leggi would be able to turn his territory upside down.
Besides, he was still thinking about the state-level leader position promised by Behannu. If things got out of hand over this little thing, all his previous expectations would be ruined.
"I have no objection." Dajim replied reluctantly.
Behannu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and announced, "Then we'll meet at the Addis Ababa Hotel downtown tomorrow. I'll invite ambassadors and journalists from home and abroad to serve as witnesses."
After the peace talks ended, the three of them left in their cars.
Sitting in the car, Leggi watched the Gobi Desert speed by outside the window, squinting his eyes and thinking, "After more than 40 years, the Omoros are finally standing up! Behanu, Dajim, and those Hamra people, just wait, one day, all of Abyssinia will be mine!"
Sitting in the bulletproof car, Behannu said solemnly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Keep a close eye on the movements of Leggi and Dajim. Also, speed up the reorganization of the regular army. We must improve our strength as quickly as possible to cope with any future incidents."
In Behannu's view, Leggi and Dajim are like two wild and unruly African cheetahs, who might suddenly bite him back one day.
Therefore, before he could completely subdue these two people, he could not relax his guard and vigilance at all.
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On September 20, the Abyssinia Central Department officially signed a cooperation draft with Legji and Dajim in the conference hall of the Addis Ababa Hotel.
From now on, the Omoro and Tireg armed fronts will be fully incorporated into the regular army of the Central Command.
As soon as the news came out, the whole country was in an uproar!
After all, no one wants to live in war every day. Now that the three forces have merged into one, the war will inevitably decrease.
This is undoubtedly great news for ordinary people at the bottom of society.
For European and American countries, it is also in their interests if the situation in Abyssinia can stabilize.
But anyone who is truly familiar with the situation in East Africa's Death Corner knows that such peace is only a temporary appearance.
The fighting among the Omoro, Hamra and Tireg tribes has never stopped, but it has changed from physical fighting to verbal fighting.
Whoever wins the game will temporarily control the supreme power in Abyssinia.
The reason why we say "temporarily" is because the resentment between the three tribes has long been deeply rooted and cannot be easily resolved by conventional means.
Just like once the Omoros truly come to power, no one can say whether the Hamra people will jump out again and re-form an armed front to resist.
Not long after, Chen Yansen received Bai Zhenshan's work report.
Under his operation, the three parties completed the peace talks, and Leggi was able to enter the Central Department. He only needs to wait for next year's general election to seize the opportunity to seize control of Abyssinia.
“Let Legge open up its investment attraction policies to accelerate the development of industry, agriculture and commerce in Oromia State.”
After listening to this, Chen Yansen casually gave a reminder.
He tried his best to push Leggi to a higher stage. In the final analysis, he just wanted to transform Abyssinia from a country into a "company" controlled by him, and everyone in this country would be his "employee."
Although Abyssinia's annual GDP is only more than 50 billion US dollars, after conversion, it can at least contribute 30 million people to him.
"Okay, boss." Bai Zhenshan responded immediately.
A minute later, Chen Yansen hung up the phone and put away the encrypted phone.
The layout of Abyssinia is only the first step. What needs to be done next is to make this land truly become the back garden of Sunlink Capital.
Not only should we control its economic lifeline, but we should also maximize the efficiency of converting the humanitarian flame.
He sat on the sofa and recalled his afternoon conversations with Neuton, Brian, Du Yuanjun and others.
After three days of negotiations, we reached an agreement with Intel, Micron, JSR, META, and AMAT to sacrifice ASML's interests and allow Star Source Technology to take over.
For the first time, China's semiconductor companies have stood proudly on the international stage and become multinational giants that set rules and divide the cake.
To this end, Chen Yansen also gave up a lot of rights and interests of Xingyuan Technology.
But in his view, these losses are only temporary.
With the growth rate of Senlian Capital, he will make these people return what they have given away sooner or later.
After all, in his understanding, the level of morality and credit has always fluctuated with the size of the fist.
The harder your fists are and the stronger your strength is, the more qualified you are to set moral standards!
After the semiconductor summit, Peter returned to Eindhoven angrily with his assistant, with a gloomy face throughout the whole process.
He knew that ASML’s winter was coming!
(End of this chapter)
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