Who would still be a social slave when they are so rich?

Chapter 297 is about to break out!
As night falls, the entire Mozambique savannah falls into darkness. A few scattered lights shine in the darkness, and occasionally one can hear the roars of lions and wolves.

Melai Village is the second largest village in the area around the plantation after Balai Village, with a population of nearly a thousand people. The village chief is none other than the ferocious-looking Lumumba.

At this time, Lumumba's house was brightly lit. A group of people stood on both sides in front of a pile of firewood. Their originally dark faces looked even darker under the light of the fire.

Lumumba glanced at everyone and found that they all looked dejected.

Seeing this, Lumumba immediately frowned and said unhappily: "Why are you all bowing your heads? Are you ready to give up before the game even starts?"

"Don't you think about the food, supplies, and agricultural machinery in the plantation?"

After a moment of silence in the room, a village chief sitting next to Lumumba took over the conversation, "Village Chief Lumumba, if the plantation really dares to open fire, then we who are unarmed will be sending ourselves to die."

This statement was immediately agreed by another village chief.

"Yes~ The number of Laohei people in our three villages who are willing to join in is less than 500 in total. Even if we count the people from other villages who have ideas, there are only about 600 people."

"Moreover, these people are the strong laborers in each village. If they die in an accident, those families will basically be finished."

You should know that polygamy is allowed in Mozambique, which means that once the strong labor force in the family dies, the women in the family will remarry or be directly accepted by bachelors in the village.

Even if they were not killed, if they were injured or disabled, the food they fought so hard to snatch would be given to others.

Hearing this, Lumumba's face did not show any anger, but instead had a hint of a smile on it. Others also noticed his abnormality and looked at Lumumba with confusion.

One of the village chiefs asked, "Village Chief Lumumba, do you have any backup plans?"

"Hahaha~ Of course!" Lumumba said proudly!

Hearing this, everyone's eyes flickered with a gleam. Even the two village chiefs who had raised objections before looked at Lumumba eagerly, wanting to know what kind of confidence he had.

Lumumba looked at the anxious eyes of the crowd. He was so proud in his heart that he coughed lightly and then slowly said, "You also know that this storm has been going on for a while, but it has only affected us now."

"From what I know, in other cities, the riots are not only about us civilians, but also prisoners who escaped from prison and..."

Lumumba deliberately kept the story in suspense just to whet everyone's appetite.

As expected, the two village chiefs beside him were very anxious and asked, "Village Chief Lumumba, don't speak half-sentences. What are you talking about?"

Lumumba glanced at the two of them, took a sip of water from his cup without hurrying, and then slowly said, "And the local patrols who maintain law and order. It is because of their presence that the Chinese dare not resist."

"So I contacted the patrol captain of a district under our nearest city, Lichinga, and invited him to bring a team of patrol officers to come over and take charge."

"As long as they are here, I believe the plantation won't dare to shoot at us unless they want to go to jail!"

Everyone couldn't help but gasp. They never expected that Lumumba would actually call the official people over.

But soon the two village chiefs sitting next to Lumumba discovered something was wrong. With Lumumba's ability, how could he curry favor with the patrol leader in the city? If he had this ability, he would not have been suppressed by Kaslan for so many years.

The two men looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes, but they soon realized that Lumumba was flattering himself.

There must be some big shot in the city who has set his eyes on the sweet and juicy plantation cake, and Lumumba is most likely just a puppet supported by them.

They now understood where Lumumba got the confidence to resist Kaslan. Even when the other four villages were unwilling to join in the turmoil, Lumumba still insisted.

"Village Chief Lumumba, if those big bosses come too, how will we calculate our profits? They won't take the lion's share, will they?" one of the village chiefs asked tentatively.

"Yes~ If after all the hard work, the majority of the money is taken away by those masters in the city, then we are working for nothing!" Another village chief also asked in agreement.

Now that they knew what gave Lumumba his confidence, they would definitely bring their men to join in this feast.

The remaining thing is to discuss how to distribute the benefits. Of course, we have to consider ourselves and the old blacks in the village who are involved. They will definitely not be happy if they get less!
Lumumba saw through their calculations at a glance, and with a slight smile on his lips and a flash of contempt in his eyes, he responded with a smile: "Don't worry, the masters in the city are much more generous than you think. We will take 80% of the harvest this time."

"The big lords in the city only get 20%, but we don't get any of the stuff in the plantation's office building!"

Before the two village chiefs could speak, the other people immediately made their attitude clear. They only wanted food and agricultural equipment and were not interested in anything else.

Seeing that everyone else said so, the two village chiefs could only swallow their anger and agreed with their lips bitten.

They also knew that there must be good things in the plantation's office building, especially money!
After all, they are too far away from the city, and it is very inconvenient to withdraw money. There is a safe in the office building of the plantation, which is specifically used to store money.

What they didn't expect was that the big bosses in the city would actually set their eyes on this. Aren't they afraid that there isn't much money in the plantation safe?
Who knows, by then they might end up with nothing.

"Okay, since no one has any other opinions, let's return to our respective villages and gather with your people three kilometers away from the plantation at nine o'clock tomorrow morning!"

"As long as we wait for the patrol officers from the city to arrive, we can start our attack on the plantation. Once we seize the plantation, we can celebrate with great enthusiasm!"

"Hoo~Hoo~" As soon as Lumumba finished speaking, everyone else cheered loudly.

After a round of cheers, the two village chiefs and the leaders elected from several other villages who were willing to participate left Lumumba's house with satisfied smiles.

For a moment, the noise of a motorcycle was heard, and gradually the sound became smaller and smaller until it could no longer be heard.

Lumumba then pulled out an old-fashioned keypad phone from his pocket, fiddled with it for a few times, and made a call.

The moment the call was connected, Lumumba's strong body immediately bent down, as if the person on the other end of the phone was standing in front of him.

"Yes~Yes, everything is going according to plan!"

"Understood~ I will definitely cooperate!"

After the other party hung up the phone, Lumumba straightened up and held the keypad phone tightly in his right hand.

"In the end, I, Lumumba, have the last laugh, hahahaha~"

That laughter was as arrogant and conceited as it could be.

Caribbean Sea~On the beach of an unnamed island.

Raymond stood on the beach holding a fully equipped HK416, aiming at the buoy on the sea.

"Bang~bang~bang~"

After firing a burst of bullets, Raymond took the telescope beside him and looked at the buoy. When he saw that it was full of ten rings, he nodded with satisfaction.

After checking the gun in his hand, he threw it on the table, walked to a beach chair nearby, sat down, picked up the drink and started drinking.

After taking two sips, a sturdy white man in beach pants came jogging over with a cell phone in his hand.

"Boss, there's a call from Mozambique!"

"Huh?" Raymond's brows immediately frowned. The call from Mozambique was only about the plantation, otherwise it would not have called him.

But he had repeatedly warned me not to call unless it was something important.

He put down the drink in his hand and picked up the satellite phone.

"Did something happen at the plantation?" Raymond asked as soon as he picked up the phone.

"Are you sure? The local patrol department is down?"

Raymond immediately sat up from the recliner. He had previously informed the relevant local departments, which was also something Su Chen had specifically instructed him to do.

But what he never expected was that the local patrol would get involved in the civil unrest.

"Could something have happened inside?" This thought suddenly flashed through Raymond's mind.

Before he could think about it, the intelligence chief on the other end of the phone explained it to him.

Although it is a local patrol department, it is only responsible for a small area and is at most equivalent to the size of a police station in a domestic township.

According to intelligence, the person in charge of the area has set his sights on the plantation and is looking to fish in troubled waters. He has already sent a small team of inspectors to the plantation to prevent the plantation from using guns. After Raymond learned the whole story, he was also amused by this information.

The people he had greeted before were all the heads of local departments, but who would have thought that the small fry below would jump out and have some inappropriate thoughts.

Although Raymond didn't even look at this kind of person, he still made people feel uneasy.

After thinking for a while, Raymond thought of a solution and said, "Contact the person in charge of the local city patrol, and then you can come forward to stop that group of people!"

"If they have any opinions, just give them the phone number of their immediate superior and let them speak for themselves!"

"As for the plantation, you don't have to intervene yet. If it is really breached, you can come forward and deal with it as needed. Don't save the money on bullets!"

Raymond did not forget to explain at the end that even if bloodshed did occur, it would be the responsibility of the local department and had nothing to do with them and the plantation.

The intelligence officer on the other end of the phone replied "I understand" and hung up.

Raymond was holding the satellite phone, but he was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether he should call his boss Su Chen to tell him.
After thinking for a while, Raymond finally did not make the call. The reason was that it was already past one in the morning in China. If he called rashly, he was afraid that it would disturb Su Chen's rest.

That’s right, Raymond was worried that he would disturb his boss’s sweet dream, and he was also thinking about his boss’s sleep.

Raymond felt that the reason he found was very reasonable. Even if Su Chen asked about it later, he would have a suitable excuse to evade it.

Thinking of this, Raymond lay back on the beach chair, leisurely admiring the blue sea, blue sky and the rising sun!
Harvest Plantation!
The atmosphere inside the plantation was quite tense. All the guards and logistics team members carefully checked their weapons.

From time to time they looked outside the plantation, their faces full of vigilance, but no one was afraid. Even Chen Fan and Gao Zhong were loading bullets excitedly.

Occasionally shaking hands are due to the rapid rise of adrenaline!
If there is one dream that boys in China have since childhood, it is to have a gun of their own.

Now Chen Fan's dream has come true. All he has to do now is wait for those black men to arrive and see how his marksmanship, which he has trained through intensive training, is.

Around nine o'clock in the morning, a figure ran in quickly from outside.

Seeing the person coming, Chen Fan and several captains paused and realized that it was the person who was sent out to investigate the situation who returned.

He quickly put down his weapon, walked up to the investigators and asked, "What's going on? Who are here?"

"Huff~Huff~" The investigator supported his knees with his hands, breathing heavily, and it took him a long time to recover.

"Huh~ Mr. Chen, those black men are gathering three kilometers away. There are about five or six hundred of them. I didn't see any hot weapons, but there are some weapons similar to spears. In addition."

The scout paused and said with a hint of uncertainty: "I seem to see patrol officers in the crowd, about ten of them."

"Ok?"

Hearing this, Chen Fan and several captains were stunned.

Aren't patrols usually done in the city? Why did they come to their wasteland, and be with those black men who were trying to rob the plantation?

Suddenly, everyone had a bad feeling in their hearts.

They knew about the situation in other parts of Mozambique on the Internet, and naturally understood what role the patrols played in it.

Judging from the information collected so far, someone must have set their sights on their plantation!

Several captains frowned. If the patrol was to start, and specifically target the plantations, they really wouldn't be able to use weapons and could only hold them in their hands to deter.

They can only fight back when their personal safety is threatened. They will never do it in front of the patrols. After all, this is Mozambique. Unless the plantation's fist is bigger than the local ones, they can ignore these things.

Afa, the team leader, glanced at Chen Fan calmly and found that Chen Fan's brows were slightly frowned, and it seemed that he was also worried about this matter.

He gently nudged Chen Fan with his elbow and signaled to him with his eyes that if he didn't speak, his momentum would be gone by half!

Chen Fan came back to his senses and reacted immediately. He asked the investigator to go down and have a good rest, and also specifically asked him to keep it confidential.

After everyone left, Chen Fan turned his attention to the captains and found that they had lost their previous energy and spirit.

"Pa Pa~" Chen Fan clapped his hands lightly, attracting the attention of several captains.

"Why, do you lose your confidence when you hear that there are patrol officers?" Chen Fan said half-jokingly.

Hearing this, several captains looked at each other, with a trace of helplessness on their faces.

"Brother Fan, it's not that we don't have the confidence, it's mainly because of the appearance of those patrols that we can't do it. If we use guns, the patrols will settle accounts afterwards. If you don't have a big background, you can't avoid a few years in prison!"

"Hahaha~ I thought it was some big deal!" Chen Fan laughed loudly. Not only did several captains look at him in surprise, he also attracted the attention of many busy guards.

"Don't worry, it's still like what I said before, as long as those old black men rush into the plantation..." The smile on Chen Fan's face disappeared instantly, and he said with a cold expression: "If they step in, I will beat them, just walk in."

"Just destroy them directly. Don't worry about those patrols. I will take the blame if anything goes wrong!"

"Everyone who is present here can attest to this!"

Chen Fan glanced around and finally landed on several captains. He paused before continuing, "If you still have any concerns, ask Ah Fa!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked back to his previous position.
After Chen Fan left, the captains, who had been unable to contain themselves for a long time, surrounded Ah Fa and asked, "Ah Fa, what's going on? Does our boss have any other big background?"

They couldn't think of any other reason for him to say he would just shoot and be so confident about it except that he had a strong background.

Ah Fa had a bitter face. He never expected that Chen Fan would throw this matter on him. This was clearly asking him to show off for Chen Fan.

I am just a messenger, while Chen Fan is enjoying the fruits of victory. Who wouldn't feel uncomfortable in this situation?

Just as he was about to speak, a picture flashed through his mind. It was the scene where he was "dragged into trouble" by Chen Fan in the office before. Wasn't it exactly the same as the current scene?

He quickly turned his head to look at Chen Fan, who was lowering his head to organize the gun in his hand, but he found that there was a smug smile on the corner of Chen Fan's mouth.

He shook his head helplessly, looked at several captains and said, "Yes, the boss does have a background, and it is very powerful. I just don't know if you dare to believe it!"

"Huh?" Several captains were confused. What kind of background could be so important as to make them suspicious?

"Afa, stop keeping us in suspense and just tell us. We never know when those black guys will be here!" The captain of the second team asked, putting his arm around Afa's shoulder.

"IPS! Brother Fan's background is the famous IPS security company. With the influence of IPS in Africa, do you think these problems cannot be solved?" Afa said with a smile.

He is now on Chen Fan's boat, and everything must revolve around Chen Fan.

"IPS!" Everyone gasped. If Chen Fan really had such a background, their previous worries were completely unnecessary.

"Why haven't I heard Brother Fan mention it before? How come..." Before he could finish his words, the guards standing at the gate on duty ran over and shouted loudly: "The black guys are coming!"

Hearing this, Chen Fan, who was originally lowering his head to organize his weapons, immediately stood up. All the guards gathered together immediately, and the captains also consciously stood behind Chen Fan.

"I won't say much more. Each group returns to their respective positions. Anyone who dares to enter the plantation will be killed!" An inexplicable aura emanated from Chen Fan.

All the captains and guards raised their weapons and shouted, "Kill!"

The sound was deafening. The old black men who were approaching the plantation stopped in their tracks when they heard the sound, and many of them showed a trace of panic on their faces.

Lumumba, who was walking in the front, also noticed the situation and shouted loudly: "Don't be afraid, there are patrols behind us, they dare not do anything to me!"

"What's more, there are countless grains in the plantation. If you want to have enough food in the future, follow me into the plantation!"

After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the plantation. Those who had shown panic on their faces before, when they thought of food, they regained their fighting spirit and hurriedly followed him.

Neither Lumumba nor the other black men noticed that the patrol team, which had been following them about a hundred or two hundred meters away, was stopped by a mysterious group of fully armed and masked men.

(End of this chapter)