Chapter 770 Chen Yansen: Everyone wants me dead? The fishing was a success, but there were just too many fish tonight!
"Mr. Legge, isn't it interesting?"
In an office in the Asberba Central Command, Lu Feng and Legge sat facing each other.
He placed the video footage collected by the intelligence team in front of the other party and asked in a meaningful tone.
"In 1973, the Omoro Armed Front was established, and two years later, the Tireg Armed Front was also established. The war on this land has never stopped, and even Etheia has broken away from Abyssinia."
But I never imagined that after decades of effort, my predecessors couldn't get the Hamra, Omoro, and Tireg people to sit at the same table, and all I wanted was to cut taxes and let the people earn more money, they were already eager to kill me.
Leggi's eyes reddened, and he gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"Some roads are difficult to travel from the very beginning."
Lu Feng responded simply.
These tribal leaders in East Africa are used to being local tyrants. To ask them to be self-reliant and no longer be supported by their tribes would be tantamount to taking their lives.
After Leggegi took control of Abyssinia, there were only three rebellions, which is actually quite few.
"I need to call Mr. Chen."
After a moment's thought, Leggi suddenly stood up and picked up his phone as he spoke.
He knew very well that it didn't matter if he died; Chen Yansen would still support someone else to take over, and Abyssinia's economic development would not be interrupted.
But if Chen Yansen dies, this land will fall into a cycle again: men will farm and herd sheep for generations, and women will sell their bodies for just 10 bills.
10 Bills is only equivalent to 0.5 US dollars!
"No need. I've already reported to the boss that these people can't cause any big trouble. We can just get rid of them in advance."
Lu Feng waved his hand and said.
To date, Windhawk Security has more than 20,000 employees, 10,000 of whom are located in Abyssinia.
A week ago, Bai Zhenshan even moved his headquarters to Dumka.
This is the headquarters of the Wind Falcon. After three years of infiltration, the Wind Falcon has placed intelligence agents in various places and among various ethnic groups.
Faith only becomes important after one is well-fed; before that, it is worthless. And when Feng Jun provides intelligence, he actually gives US dollars.
People at the bottom may seem honest, but they're mostly pretending. They know better than anyone else what's in their best interest.
"Okay, I will assign another group of young inspectors to be responsible for Mr. Chen's travel safety."
Leggi paused for a moment, then made a statement.
Chen Yansen's safety means Abyssinia's safety.
Stable public security is the foundation of doing business. If even basic security cannot be guaranteed, who would be willing to invest?
Upon learning that Chen Yansen was going to Abyssinia, many multinational tycoons who wished for his early demise began to have ulterior motives.
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After a thirteen-hour flight, the Gulfstream G550 finally landed on time at Asberba Airport at 5:15 p.m.
Compared to domestic airports, Asberba Airport is somewhat rudimentary.
However, compared to a year ago, Asberba's passenger and cargo throughput has increased several times over, with a constant stream of travelers and businessmen entering the country every day.
Legggi has opened visa-free policies to most countries with decent economies, and also encourages ordinary people to learn English and Chinese to build a skilled workforce for light industry and provide high-quality service personnel for the tourism industry.
The cabin door slowly opened, and Chen Yansen straightened his suit cuffs before stepping down the gangway.
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling. I saw Leggi standing not far away with a group of people, with an exceptionally warm smile on his face.
A dozen or so Mercedes-Benz and Ford cars were lined up in two rows, with a dozen or so young girls in traditional ethnic dresses waving bouquets in front of them.
Behind Leggi were two rows of heavily armed soldiers, vigilantly observing their surroundings.
In addition, there were media reporters from home and abroad, who pointed their cameras at him and Leggi.
Judging from the level of hospitality, Leggeji showed almost all his sincerity. Even if the heads of central departments in China and Europe and the United States came, they would not receive the same treatment.
As soon as Chen Yansen stepped out of the cabin, he released his mental energy to scan the area from all sides. After confirming that there was no danger, he strode towards Leggeji.
As for snipers, with all six senses activated, they will become alert to any threat within a one-kilometer radius.
"Mr. Chen, you must be tired from your journey!"
Leggi quickly stepped forward, reached out and shook hands with Chen Yansen's right hand, greeting him with a smile.
Other high-ranking officials from the central command also gathered around, knowing full well that the world's richest man was the "golden key" to Abyssinia's economic rise.
Of course, some people looked at Chen Yansen with complicated expressions, thinking that Leggi was being too obsequious.
Is it really necessary to personally greet a mere businessman?
But they forgot that the annual net profit of the Senlian Group is higher than the annual GDP of Abyssinia.
Chen Yansen smiled and nodded, saying slowly, "Mr. Leggi, Abyssinia has changed a lot this year."
A row of new streetlights has been built next to the airport runway, and the exterior walls of the terminal building have been repainted. Although the overall structure is still simple, it has undergone a dramatic transformation compared to its dilapidated state a year ago.
"Thanks to Mr. Chen's support."
"I said sincerely," Leggi said.
He rose from an armed leader to the highest authority in Abyssinia; without the assistance of Senlian Capital, he would have been dead long ago.
Given the strength of the Omoro Armed Forces, he simply couldn't have avoided the several attacks Behannu launched against him, let alone rise to a high position.
His words contained a double expression of gratitude.
Chen Yansen smiled slightly, understanding his unspoken meaning.
At that moment, a tall Abyssinian girl placed a wreath woven from fresh flowers and coffee berries around Chen Yansen's neck.
Reporters frantically snapped photos, afraid of missing a single moment. Afterwards, Leggeji invited Chen Yansen to ride in the same car.
The convoy drove out of the airport and sped along the newly built highway toward downtown Asberba.
The scenery outside the window kept changing. The originally bumpy dirt road had become a smooth asphalt road, and many new factories and shops had appeared along the roadside.
The December wind, carrying the unique coolness of the plateau, blew a few withered leaves into a swirling descent.
In the distance, modern glass curtain wall buildings reflect a cold, hard light under the clear, unblemished blue sky.
Nearby, rust-red corrugated iron roofs and mud walls are intertwined with scaffolding and unfinished brick buildings.
To put it bluntly, the poor here are truly poor, and the rich are truly rich. Although we live in the same city, it feels like we're living in two different dimensions.
In the car, Chen Yansen looked at Leggeji and asked, "How many foreign nationals have entered the country this year?"
“Mr. Chen, there are 94,000 people in China, 23,000 in Europe, 14,000 in North America, and about 76,000 in other regions. Although there are many foreign businesses and investments, they are mainly in light industry.”
Leggi paused for a few seconds before reporting the latest data.
"Take it slow. First, secure orders from Europe, America, and Asia. Cooperation is based on trust, and trust cannot be built in a day."
Chen Yansen replied with a smile.
Leghji's investment promotion plan is tantamount to trying to lure people to sell fried noodles in Afghanistan; no normal person would dare to go.
If Legge hadn't repeatedly and publicly announced his policy strategies on Mimo, gaining favor and support in Europe and America, he probably wouldn't have attracted even 10,000 people.
This is also the core reason why Leggei has been slow to carry out a major purge of the old forces!
Everything must be done in accordance with the law and fairness. Arresting people without evidence will only be interpreted by outsiders as "eliminating dissidents".
Only top-down procedural compliance can bring new life to this country.
Might makes right only breeds dictators, plunging Abyssinia back into a cycle of backwardness.
“Mr. Chen, I understand! I went to Eteya a few days ago and reached an agreement with Getachau to lease the port of Asmara in the future to transport goods from the Red Sea to Europe. But the route to Asia still needs to be carefully planned.”
"Legogi said."
More than 20 years ago, Eritrea was also part of Abyssinia.
The predecessors of Keleggi were inhuman; instead of thinking about making money and increasing national income, they only knew how to wage war and create conflict, ultimately forcing Etheia to become independent.
Getach is now the head of Eritrea's central authority. Originally, the two countries could have cooperated, with one providing production materials and the other providing seaports.
After the falling out, Eritrea lacked hinterland resources, and Abyssinia lacked convenient ports, becoming well-known "brothers in misfortune" in Africa and a typical case of "mutual destruction when divided."
The Asian route is giving Leggeri a headache for a simple reason: starting from the Gulf of Aden and crossing the Arabian Sea, one must pass through the Somali waters.
It is well known that the people in this region make a living by robbery, and without a fleet escort, they can easily lose both their lives and their wealth.
Therefore, most countries choose to station troops in Djibouti to protect their merchant ships.
"The piracy problem in the Somali waters is indeed a tough nut to crack. Abyssinia could form a security fleet."
After thinking for a moment, Chen Yansen said.
"Mr. Chen, I don't have any money," Leggi said with a wry smile.
Chen Yansen smiled.
Money is the last thing he lacks!
Does the lack of a seaport preclude the construction of a fleet?
As long as you have money!
Moreover, taking down a few pirates who only have AK47s and RPG rocket launchers doesn't cost much.
In China, he would face numerous obstacles if he wanted to set up a shipyard, but in Abyssinia, Mr. Chen was in charge and could take the lion's share of the profits.
When Leggi caught a glimpse of the smile on his boss's face, he immediately understood and was about to express his gratitude when he saw Chen Yansen wave his hand.
In any case, Leggi is ostensibly the highest-ranking official in Abyssinia, and he can't always act like a "subordinate."
A short while later, the car entered the city of Asberba and passed a school construction site.
Leggi pointed out the window and said, “Mr. Chen, please look. That school was built with funds donated by the United States. It is expected to be put into use next October and can accommodate more than 10,000 teachers and students.”
Chen Yansen looked in the direction he pointed and saw workers busily building a teaching building on the construction site.
The money came from the United States, but Orange Construction made the lion's share.
Legge was quite adept at begging. While calling him "Big Brother," he subtly implied, "Back then, you Europeans kidnapped and sold all our ancestors. Now it's too much for me to borrow some money, isn't it?"
He spoke softly, but when he said something harsh, he would call him "Big Brother." After running around, he managed to borrow nearly 20 billion US dollars in start-up capital.
In addition, China has also provided free assistance in building two primary schools, one junior high school, and one senior high school in Hamra and Oromia regions.
The requirement is to send Chinese teachers to the school.
Leggi readily agreed!
Because of the presence of Chinese businesspeople, Abyssinians are motivated to learn Chinese.
Hobbies are empty concepts; only interests and the pressure to survive can motivate ordinary people.
Chen Yansen nodded slightly, his gaze falling on the streets on both sides.
The cityscape of Asberba is very similar to Luzhou in the 1990s: large and open, but correspondingly, there are few high-rise buildings, office buildings and commercial areas.
It would be difficult to complete the transition from an agricultural society to light industry, heavy industry, and then to high-tech industries in less than ten or twenty years.
Education, worker quality, R&D personnel level, industrial chain and underlying resources—if any one of these is lacking or if a wrong step is taken, it will take ten or twenty years longer.
Keep going down the right path, which seems simple, but is sometimes difficult.
Just like the high-ranking members of the Hamra, Omoro, and Tireg tribes, after getting used to being local tyrants, who would be willing to hand over the power to collect taxes and distribute them?
In their eyes, Leggeji was insane and wanted to kill them all.
If Leggegi dies, economic development will immediately come to a halt, and everything will return to its original track.
The sunlight will flash by, only to be obscured again by the dark clouds.
As the car entered the courtyard of the Central Office, dusk had already fallen over the Asberba skyline.
The courtyard was filled with strings of lights, and under the warm yellow light, several waiters in white linen robes were moving around carrying silver platters containing freshly baked injera bread and roasted lamb chops sprinkled with spices.
Leggi stepped aside to lead the way for Chen Yansen, explaining with a smile, "Mr. Chen, this is the most representative traditional dish of Abyssinia. It may not be as surprising as Chinese food, but it wins in that the ingredients and spices used are the best."
In a corner, three musicians dressed in red ethnic dresses were playing the traditional instrument "Klar," and the melodious tunes flowed through the hall as the strings were plucked.
After Chen Yansen took his seat, Leggi introduced him to a group of high-ranking officials from Abyssinia. The people who appeared at the banquet had all been selected and were considered his close associates.
Among them was a Chinese man who served as a senior manager at the Asberba Police Station; and a British man who was a judge at the Bar Association.
In terms of personnel management, Leggeji's style was extremely bold: if you were capable, you were promoted; if you weren't, you were sent to study; if you didn't meet the requirements, you were demoted; and if you dared to cause trouble, you were sent to the mining areas in the north and south to contribute to the industry.
A waiter brought over steaming hot injera pancakes. Leggeji picked one up, dipped it in the chili bean sauce next to it, and handed it to Chen Yansen: "Mr. Chen, please try this. The chili bean sauce is made with local small chilies and chickpeas. It has a very unique flavor."
Chen Yansen took it, took a bite, and found it to be very similar to the rolled pancakes in China, but with a strong wheat flavor.
Legeji poured Chen Yansen a glass of Thai juice, which is mead with an alcohol content of around 10%. Even before he took a sip, a refreshing sweet aroma wafted out.
For Leggeji, this was an "informal" banquet. An hour later, after the guests had left, he and Chen Yansen went into the office and began the formal "banquet".
Chen Yansen sat in the main seat, flipping through the materials that Legge had prepared in advance, and quickly grasped the general situation of Abyssinia.
The adult literacy rate was 49.1%, with 59% for men and 43% for women. This was mainly due to the literacy campaign launched in the 1980s, as well as international aid, which included the construction and expansion of schools in rural areas, the provision of teaching facilities, the training of teachers, and the introduction of new teaching materials and methods.
The GDP for 2014 is projected to be US$68 billion, with a per capita GDP of US$690.2.
Agriculture accounted for 43.9% of GDP growth, industry for 17.3%, and services and other activities for 38.8%.
Total exports amounted to US$5.4 billion, total imports amounted to US$26.2 billion, and the trade deficit was US$20.8 billion.
It's not hard to see that Abyssinia's foundation is decent, with at least a 50% literacy rate, but its industrial development has been lackluster.
China’s foreign exchange reserves rely entirely on foreign direct investment, remittances from overseas Chinese, international aid, and loans.
Chen Yansen finally understood why Legge was able to raise 20 billion US dollars in one go; it turned out he was very skilled and had a solid foundation.
Thinking of this, he took out a memory card and pushed it in front of Leggeji.
"Given Abyssinia's current situation, I have devised a comprehensive plan for its development. If you follow it exactly, I guarantee that we can surpass South Africa within five years."
Chen Yansen said calmly.
He had reviewed thousands of economic development models and conducted in-depth simulations using the Planck clock; five years was just a conservative estimate.
"Thank you, boss." Leggi solemnly accepted the memory card and carefully locked it in the safe.
He is clear-headed and can properly understand his identity and status.
Whatever plan Chen Yansen devised, he had to follow it.
After chatting for half an hour, Chen Yansen walked out of the office and went to a high place to look out over the entire city of Asberba.
As dusk settles and the city lights begin to twinkle, the scene is truly vibrant and full of life.
But further away, it was pitch black.
In Abyssinia in 2014, only 30% of the area had a reliable power supply.
Although Leggeji is increasing its thermal power plants and solar power plants, it will take time and won't be quick.
"Come with me for a walk outside."
Chen Yansen said it casually.
He was somewhat surprised that he did not encounter any attacks on his way from the airport to Asberba in the evening.
It must be said that he overestimated the courage of this group of people.
"Boss, the Falcon and the patrol officers are arresting the rebels."
Leggi frowned and patiently persuaded him.
"Many ordinary people may seem stupid, but they're not stupid at all. They know what you're doing. If you're standing with them, why would you be afraid of danger?"
Chen Yansen countered with a question.
Leggi chuckled dryly. Although he disagreed, he had no choice but to arrange a car and leave the Central Office with Chen Yansen. They drove along the main road of Asberba towards the most bustling commercial district.
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“Boss, Chen Yansen of Senlian Group and Leggeji are in the same car. Judging from the route, there is a 70% chance that they are going to the Pierst District and a 30% chance that they are going to the Mercator District.”
Inside a three-story building with yellow walls and red tiles, a black man in a robe with a gun strapped to his back reports to a man on a sofa.
"It must be the Perth District! Move out immediately!"
"The head of the Third Division of the Omoro Army, Tadese, sneered."
Perst district is the most international and modern business district in Asberba, and can be considered the face of Abyssinia.
Embassies, international organizations, and the African Union headquarters are all located here. If Chen Yansen or Leggeji were eliminated here, Abyssinia could be returned to their hands.
He doesn't want to be restricted by anyone!
In his view, Leggeji's strategy was complete rubbish. Why should those bastards waste resources and money?
Abyssinia only needs 10 million people; wouldn't it be better for the remaining 90 million to just obediently be dogs?
What makes Leggei so disgusting is that he wants to turn slaves, whose lives are as worthless as weeds, into human beings!
How can this be!
For a time, undercurrents were swirling in Asberba.
Leaders from all ethnic groups are taking sides; some are choosing to tip off others, some are carrying explosives, grenade launchers, and submachine guns, and others have arranged for snipers.
Hundreds of people rushed towards the Persepolis district in unison!
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"Boss, I'd like to build another industrial zone to the east of Mercato."
Inside an armored Mercedes, Legge pointed to a spot in the night sky and spoke.
“I’ve thought of it for you. With Dumka, you can designate some areas in Adama, Bahdar, Kombolcha and other places as special economic zones, and connect the industries in these places with highways and airports.”
Chen Yansen added.
“Okay.” Leggi’s eyes lit up, and he secretly admired her.
Because the places the boss mentioned connected in his mind, he immediately realized, albeit belatedly, that the boss's plan was indeed very forward-thinking, taking into account the issue of resource allocation and incorporating industrial clusters.
It wasn't a decision made on a whim; Chen Yansen truly had an extensive understanding of Abyssinia.
Suddenly, a loud "boom" rang out!
A grenade emerged from a hidden compartment dozens of meters away, hurtling towards the Mercedes-Benz the two men were traveling in like an arrow.
What's baffling is that the grenade's trajectory completely veered off course immediately after it was fired, grazing the roof of the Mercedes before flying away.
"What's going on?"
The captain in charge of the operation lowered his voice and asked incredulously.
How could you miss at such a close distance?
"Captain, I don't know!"
The grenadier, crouching behind the window, replied instinctively.
He was about to load another shell when, in a moment of madness, he collapsed to the ground.
Silent and without a trace, without any wounds on his body.
Upon seeing this, the captain took a step forward, preparing to bend down and check, but his mind went blank, and he lost consciousness.
The fire support personnel and snipers inside the building instantly felt a chill run down their spines.
This bizarre scene terrified them.
Just as I was about to retreat, my body gave way and I collapsed.
The surrounding assassins, like wheat in the autumn wind, died one by one, from near to far.
In an instant, fifty or sixty people were lifeless.
On the other side.
The next second after the explosion, Legge tried to tackle Chen Yansen to the ground and use his body to shield his boss from the bullet.
But before he could lunge forward, Chen Yansen pushed him back, saying calmly, "No need."
From Chen Yansen's perspective, the assassin's location is clearly visible.
Through visualization, mental energy transforms into countless fine steel needles, scattering in all directions.
Even if stray bullets fly by, they will be gently deflected, grazing their vehicles and hitting other places.
He tried it out, and although his mental strength was not enough to stop bullets and grenades, it was still easy to apply a little force to them and change their trajectory.
Damn it!
So many people want me dead?
Chen Yansen was secretly astonished. In just two or three hundred meters of street, there were a total of 103 people, in 7 groups, lying in ambush.
The fishing was a success, but there were just too many fish tonight!
This feeling of having the power of life and death is incredibly captivating.
Chen Yansen quickly realized the problem was in his mindset, and he took a few deep breaths to suppress the restlessness in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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