After hanging up the phone with his secretary, Chen Ze frowned and began to rack his brains about how to relocate the indigenous people to another place.
He paced back and forth in the spacious hall, each step seeming heavy, as if he were carrying immense pressure. Time passed second by second, and a full five minutes went by, but he was still clueless, and his frustration grew.
Just then, Wang Zhengang pushed open the door and entered. He immediately noticed the boss's worried expression and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Wang Zhengang quickly stepped forward and asked with concern, "Boss, what's wrong? Have you encountered some difficult problem?"
As if grasping at a straw, Chen Ze hurriedly said, "Old Wang, you've come at the right time! Quickly help me think of a way to get rid of the local tribes in that nearby village!"
"Deal with the natives?" Upon hearing this, Wang Zhengang's expression changed drastically, and he looked at Chen Ze in astonishment. "Boss, you must be joking! There are more than 120 natives in that group. If we kill them and it gets discovered, I'm afraid none of our people will escape!"
Chen Ze realized that his previous expression had been somewhat ambiguous, so he quickly coughed twice and explained,
"Ahem! Old Wang, don't misunderstand, I don't want to kill them. What I mean is, let's find a way to get them to move out. The biggest problem right now is the language barrier; there's no way to communicate with those natives."
Hearing that his boss didn't intend to kill anyone, Wang Zhengang finally felt a huge weight lifted from his shoulders, and he couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.
After all, he was really worried that the boss would stop at nothing to get the gold mine, and even do something immoral.
Old Wang pondered for a moment, and a brilliant idea suddenly flashed into his mind. Unable to contain his excitement, he blurted it out.
“Boss, look, our farm is so big, we can invite the whole village to work here! We’ll use expanding production as an excuse to attract them with high wages. After they’ve worked for a few days, we’ll find an excuse that they live too far away and it’s inconvenient for them to commute, and ask them to move to a place near the farm. Then, we can just arrange for someone to build some simple houses for them and settle them down.”
Upon hearing Old Wang's words, Chen Ze's eyes lit up immediately, as if he had discovered a new continent, and he excitedly exclaimed:
“Yes, yes, that’s a great idea! This way, we can not only solve the labor problem, but also keep them away from the village and avoid causing unnecessary trouble. Besides, there are three or four hectares of wasteland south of the farm, which they can cultivate and plant some corn, vegetables, sweet potatoes and the like. In short, we can’t let them be idle; we have to make full use of them.”
Old Wang grinned slyly. "Boss, look, the locals in this city only earn about five hundred yuan a month. We can give them an extra two hundred yuan, which makes it a hundred US dollars! And we'll even provide food and lodging! I guarantee that as soon as we say that, those people will be immediately attracted, and once they come, they definitely won't want to leave."
Hearing Lao Wang's words, Chen Ze couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in his heart. "Hmm, good idea, let's do it your way! Here's what we'll do, Lao Wang, you take some men to Mora City now and buy all the materials needed to build the house ahead of time. We need to speed things up, time waits for no one!"
Without saying a word, Old Wang jumped up from his chair and quickly replied, "Yes, boss! I'll take care of it right away!" With that, he turned and strode out of the villa.
Seeing this, Chen Ze also stood up. He walked to the door and immediately saw Onifu in the pavilion. Onifu was leisurely lying on a deck chair, his eyes slightly closed, enjoying the breeze from the fan.
Seeing this, Chen Ze immediately shouted to Oniever, "Ms. Oniever, please come out with me for a moment. I need your help translating something."
Hearing Chen Ze's call, Oniffer slowly opened her eyes and replied, "Coming!" She gracefully stood up from the recliner and then walked towards Chen Ze with light steps, like a noble swan.
The two then walked out of the farm one after the other, where Zhao Youde had already prepared a car.
After the two got into the car, Chen Ze asked Oniever in English, "Oniever, do you know where the village chief of Marula lives?"
Onif smiled and replied, "Of course I know, they live not far from here, about a kilometer away."
"Okay, then please give the driver directions. I need to find Chief Marula to discuss something."
Onif nodded.
Guided by Onif, Zhao Youde drove forward. The road was all dirt and stone, and although the car was not going fast, it was still very bumpy.
The distance of one kilometer is very short, and the car quickly arrived at the village where the Marula village chief lived. It was a slightly simple but lively place, with several indigenous children looking around curiously.
Chen Ze and Onifu got out of the car and looked at the row of thatched huts in front of them. They were very simple. The houses were just surrounded by wooden sticks and covered with mud. The roofs were all thatched. They didn't know if they would leak when it rained.
During the day, most adult men go out hunting, leaving behind women, children, and the village chief.
When the two children saw the strangers visiting, they immediately ran into the village chief's house to report.
A short while later.
The village chief of Marula came out of the largest thatched hut, holding a spear in his hand, followed by two old men.
When he saw that it was Chen Ze and Onif, he immediately greeted them warmly with a happy smile on his face.
Chen Zeqing cleared his throat and said seriously, "Respected village chief, my farm needs a lot of labor right now. I would like to invite everyone in your village to work on our farm. There will be a salary of one hundred US dollars per month, plus room and board, and we guarantee that there will be meat with every meal."
After speaking, Onif translated what the boss had said to the village chief. The village chief was taken aback at first, then a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
He spoke in hushed tones with several elders beside him, the atmosphere somewhat somber. Although the village chief of Marula agreed, two elders objected.
After a while, the village chief slowly spoke and told Oniever what he meant.
Onif translated, "We need to think about it and will give you an answer tomorrow."
Chen Ze nodded. He knew this was expected. As he left, he felt a little uneasy, wondering if he would get a satisfactory answer tomorrow.
In the car, Oniever explained to Chen Ze.
“Although the village chief of Marula has the most power, you can only get the hunting captain’s permission to have the whole village work on our farm.”
Chen Ze smiled confidently, "I believe they will agree. As indigenous people who live by hunting, they often go hungry, sometimes going three days without food."
Onif smiled and did not refute, clearly she was also well aware of the living conditions of the indigenous people here.
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