Chapter 721: Behannu's Conspiracy! The Assault Incident Reappears!
Asbeba, Central Department Headquarters Building.
Behannu leaned on the leather sofa, holding a cup of coffee in his hand.
He took a sip, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes relaxed, revealing an expression of great enjoyment on his face. Only the most powerful people in the Hamra tribe were qualified to enjoy this.
As for the "Yirgacheffe coffee" exported overseas, it is just ordinary stuff that borrows the name of its place of origin.
They are indeed from the small town of Yirgacheffe, but in terms of quality, there is a world of difference compared to the cup in Behannu's hand.
"Boss, Leggi has already fully implemented a low-tax investment policy in the four states actually controlled by the Omoro people. Now many foreign companies are preparing to relocate their company registrations and offices to the south."
Tafei, the head of the Business Association, who was sitting opposite, reported with a serious expression.
Once all the merchants and businesses run away, how can they collect taxes?
Without taxes, what can we use to buy villas, luxury cars and yachts in Europe?
He had studied in France and saw through Leggi's thoughts at a glance.
The goal is simply to boost the economic development of the Omoro people through low-tax policies.
But now all forces are collecting taxes. If Leggi does this, won’t the businesses in their territory run away completely?
"I originally thought Leggi was a simple-minded armed leader, but I didn't expect he even understood the underlying logic of economic operations. Haha! But don't worry. Building credit often takes decades, but destroying it often only takes a flick of the finger."
Behanu put down his coffee cup and chuckled.
"What does the boss mean?"
Tafe reacted immediately, his eyes turned, and he understood the hidden meaning of Behannu's words.
It’s not like he hasn’t used similar methods before.
Why have the Omoro and Tireg people only been able to raise cattle, sheep and grow coffee for generations?
This is because in the eyes of foreign businessmen, these two ethnic groups are no different from the Somalis next door, and they are all bandits.
Just imagine, which normal person would dare to do business in a place where people "graze and farm while carrying AK47s"?
Behannu looked up at Tafe and said with a playful look, "It's up to you to decide."
"Okay boss, I know what to do."
Tafei nodded and responded in a deep voice.
The other side.
After taking control of the administration of three states, Dajim of the Tireg tribe completely let himself go and had no restraints at all.
Although the tax formulation nominally needs to be approved by the Central Department of Asbeba, he holds guns and controls the armed forces and does not take Behannu seriously at all.
In his opinion, he had fought guerrilla warfare in the plateau Gobi for more than ten years, and now that he had finally settled down, he should naturally enjoy his life.
Dajim is very fond of electronic products. The cabinets in his villa are neatly arranged with Orange's full range of smartphones, Alexa smart speakers, Apple computers, and Sanxing tablets.
Compared with Asfa, he hid his material desires more strictly and always maintained the appearance of "Father Tireg" to outsiders, especially in front of his tribe.
In fact, from a certain perspective, this statement is not wrong.
After all, he did secure a lot of political, educational and economic resources for the Tireg people. Nearly 10 million people across the country are grateful to him and would like to crawl at his feet and lick the soles of his shoes.
This "half-human, half-god" state made him feel like he was floating in the air.
On the contrary, Legji, who had previously acted like a reckless man, immediately started attracting investment after taking over Oromia State.
However, foreign investors from Europe, America and Southeast Asia did not dare to invest and build factories here, so he kept lowering the tax rate and treated Senlian Capital as his "real father". He simply sold more than 4 million square meters of land in the suburbs of Dumka to the other party for 1 birr.
On the surface, this deal did not make a penny, but with Senlian Capital taking the lead, Chinese businessmen dared to step into the core area of the Omoro people.
Although most of the investments are in labor-intensive industries, Leggi is very satisfied.
He knew that if he wanted his people to live a good life, he had to learn from China and lay a solid economic foundation first.
Only when you have money can you enjoy high-quality educational resources. When the education level is raised, the Omoro people can truly gain a foothold in this "corner of death" in East Africa.
Therefore, as soon as the peace talks ended, Behanu was busy playing dirty tricks, while Dagim was enjoying life and even married three North American white models.
Only Leggi has developed Oromia State into a special economic zone.
As long as foreign businessmen are willing to invest here, he will not only give them land for free and offer tax reductions and exemptions, but he will even assign them several armed men with live ammunition as bodyguards.
Of course, most businessmen did not accept it, but chose to hire staff from Fengxuan Security Company.
In Africa, Fengshun Security is as famous as Blackwater and Spark.
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The next afternoon, an international flight slowly landed at Asbeba Airport.
Afterwards, Liu Hanbin led Zhu Ruizhe into a jeep and sped towards Dumka.
"Africa isn't dry either!" Zhu Ruizhe stuck his head out the window, looking surprised.
What comes into view are stretches of lush green bushes and grasslands. It is no exaggeration to call it grassland.
"There are rainy seasons and dry seasons here. We've just finished the rainy season, so the vegetation is naturally lush. Oh, and I've prepared a gift for you. It's in the storage compartment at your feet."
Liu Hanbin explained casually.
Gift?
Zhu Ruizhe's heart moved, and he lowered his head to search in the storage compartment, and soon took out a pitch-black pistol.
The gun body emitted a terrifying cold light, and a black star pattern was printed on one side of the handle. It was the Tokarev TT-33 nicknamed "Big Black Star".
He had lived for almost thirty years, but this was the first time he had touched a real gun, and he couldn't help but swallow nervously.
"Why did you give me a gun?" Zhu Ruizhe asked, looking up.
"For self-defense! This isn't the original TT-33, it's a modified version from the Middle East. Its sights and power are both better than the original. When I have time, I'll take you to practice shooting."
Liu Hanbin said as a matter of course.
On the surface, Abyssinia is a country where guns are banned, but in reality, there are herdsmen carrying AK47s everywhere.
Zhu Ruizhe opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end no sound came out.
It was not until this moment that he understood how much pressure his best friend was under in order to make money.
This place may hide opportunities to make money, but the risks behind it are so high that they are frightening.
It really is a place where you have to take risks to find wealth and honor!
The two of them sped along the A2 highway.
About half an hour later, the outer outline of Dumka could be seen in the distance.
"That area in front is the industrial zone built by Senlian Capital. Half of the Chinese businessmen in Abyssinia are gathered here. Aside from the supporting facilities being a little lacking, everything else is pretty good. You'll work with me for two months. Once you've gotten a good understanding of the factory's operations, I'll be responsible for the daily management."
Liu Hanbin said slowly.
His best friend even broke up with his girlfriend just to lend him money. If he doesn't help his brother, wouldn't that be a beast?
"What about you? Are you going back to Asbeba to open a barbecue restaurant?"
Zhu Ruizhe asked curiously.
"Open a chicken feather barbecue restaurant! This place has a lot of water in the rainy season and a water shortage in the dry season. I plan to open a water barrel processing factory, specializing in those 1,000-liter water barrels, and then start a filter business to complement it. I guarantee the money will roll in."
Liu Hanbin chuckled.
He has been working in East Africa for so long that he has already figured out how to make money here.
Abyssinia is equivalent to Southeast Asia in the 1950s and 1960s, where you can make money by selling anything!
Although Sunlink Capital has proposed to introduce a set of tap water purification equipment, this equipment can only cover urban areas and suburbs in the initial stage, and remote areas are definitely not within the coverage range.
This is a business opportunity!
"Can I have a share?" Zhu Ruizhe asked proactively.
"Others can't do it, but you can! After all, you are my brother!" Liu Hanbin agreed readily.
During the dry season, ordinary people in Abyssinia have to travel several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers to the river to fetch water.
The water was mixed with mud and sand, and was very turbid. Drinking it often gave people stomach upset.
But a simple set of filters and a large bucket costs less than three hundred yuan.
If we make a high-end version with a water pump and sell it at double the price, there will be no worries about sales.
In the past, it was almost impossible for an ordinary person to spend a month's income to buy a bucket.
But now, workers working for Senlian Capital have a monthly salary of at least 1,500 to 2,000 yuan, and those who know Chinese can get 3,000 yuan.
In this way, there is no need to worry about not being able to sell the bucket.
Zhu Ruizhe smiled and thought to himself: Liu Hanbin is quite reliable. Doing business in East Africa is a bit risky, but the benefits are also not small.
When he was on the plane, he heard from his best friend that there were more than 100,000 people gathered in this industrial zone, and even if he just set up a stall at the intersection to sell beef soup, he could make hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Local workers don’t earn much, but Chinese and businessmen from Europe and the United States earn quite a lot!
Otherwise, when Liu Hanbin opened a barbecue restaurant in the city, his business would not have been so prosperous.
Just as the two men were approaching Dumka, a local man who was herding sheep on the side of the road suddenly pulled out an AK47 from behind and pulled the trigger without saying a word.
Bullets rained down like raindrops, heading straight for the jeep's windshield.
"Fuck!"
As soon as the other party raised the gun, Liu Hanbin realized something was wrong. He suddenly turned the steering wheel and turned the car to the left to avoid it.
Even with the quick reaction, the bullet still penetrated the glass.
There was a crisp "crack" sound, and the windshield was completely shattered.
Zhu Ruizhe, whose head was full of dreams of getting rich a minute ago, was instantly drenched in cold sweat.
He hurriedly imitated what he saw in the movie and squatted tightly behind the car door.
"What's going on?"
Zhu Ruizhe was trembling all over. He never expected that he would be hit by a volley of bullets less than an hour after landing.
Liu Hanbin kept his head down and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The jeep sped wildly on the road, and he just wanted to escape from this dangerous area as soon as possible.
He knew that he just needed to rush to the entrance of the industrial zone, where Fengshuan security personnel and armed members of the Omoro tribe were stationed, and he would be safe then.
"Da da da!"
There was a constant sound of gunfire behind me, and the dense gunfire exploded in my ears, making my scalp numb.
Fortunately, the tires were not blown out, and the jeep was out of the enemy's effective range in a flash.
"What the hell! What's going on?"
Liu Hanbin gasped and cursed only after he was sure it was safe.
His fingers were trembling slightly, not because of fear, but because he had used too much force when turning the steering wheel just now, and his palms were a little numb.
He stared at the gradually shrinking figure of the shepherd in the rearview mirror and cursed through gritted teeth, "This is no ordinary robber! Look at his shooting posture, very steady, he must have received professional training!"
"Binzi, please help me check! Is there something crawling on my stomach? It feels like something bit me!"
Zhu Ruizhe shouted with a bitter face, not daring to look down.
He was afraid that he would see the scene he least wanted to see!
When Liu Hanbin heard this, he immediately turned around and saw that blood was oozing out of his childhood friend's clothes under his left chest, and bright red blood was dripping down the corner of the clothes.
"It's okay! There's just a little bug. I can help you get rid of it."
Liu Hanbin stepped on the accelerator even harder, causing the car to speed up a bit. He raised his hand and waved it casually, as if he was shooing away a flying mosquito. He deliberately hid the panic in his eyes.
"Did you drive him away? Why is the pain getting worse?"
Zhu Ruizhe's voice trembled, and the little bit of luck in his heart gradually dissipated. He vaguely guessed that the result would be bad.
"It's really okay! I'll take you there right now. We're almost at the industrial zone. There's a beef soup restaurant at the intersection owned by a fellow villager of ours. He makes really authentic dumplings. We'll be there soon, just hang on a little longer!"
Liu Hanbin's eyes were red and his teeth were clenched.
"Really? Then is their chili butter sauce authentic enough?"
Zhu Ruizhe tried to smile but he didn't have the strength. He subconsciously touched the wound and felt a warm current seeping out from between his fingers.
He knew it was blood, and he also knew his best friend was lying to him, but he didn't expose it. He just asked some irrelevant questions in a low voice, trying to make the atmosphere more relaxed.
"Holy shit! Why is this car so slow?"
Hearing this, Liu Hanbin felt filled with guilt. He had originally wanted to bring his best friends to East Africa to make a fortune, but he didn't expect to encounter such a thing.
Weren’t the Omoro and Tireg armed fronts incorporated?
Why do some people still shoot and commit crimes so brazenly?
The jeep bumped along the bumpy road, and every vibration caused Zhu Ruizhe's wound to feel severe pain. His face turned pale as paper, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
"Hold on! Ruizhe! We're almost there!"
Liu Hanbin roared, his eyes red, his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He kept scanning the front and finally saw the familiar blue booth at the entrance of the industrial zone. The Fengshun Security logo was particularly eye-catching in the sun.
"Stop! Routine inspection!"
The security guards at the booth raised their hands to make gestures, but when they saw the shattered windshield of the jeep and the bullet holes on the body of the jeep, their faces suddenly changed, and they immediately raised their guns and surrounded the jeep vigilantly.
"I'm Liu Hanbin, the supplier of Sebena milk! My friend was shot!"
Liu Hanbin was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and leaned out to shout.
(End of this chapter)
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