I'm a warlord in Africa!

Chapter 73: Our Black Continent Cotton is Plenty and Good

After listening to his subordinates' report, Cheng Mu nodded.

He just asked someone to conduct a simple investigation of the situation there, and it was already quite good to obtain this information.

Cheng Mu casually pulled out a small stack of rice knives from the drawer and threw them in front of the soldier as a reward for his good work.

Verbal praise is useless. Only those who give money directly are real big brothers. Cheng Mu never plays tricks on this point.

If you don’t pay enough, who the hell would follow you wholeheartedly?

After the soldiers left, Cheng Mu searched the Internet for the company called Raytheon Security.

Unfortunately, he didn't learn much about the company from the Internet.

The above only says that Raytheon was founded in a certain year, how big the company is, and which customers it has served.
Cheng Mu knew that anyone who could open an arms company in the United States and run such a transnational business must have some background.

Is this background from the US military? Give Smith a call and ask.

If not, then Cheng Mu would just rob it openly.

If so, then find a way to steal it.

When the call was connected, Cheng Mu asked straight to the point: "There is a security company called Raytheon in the United States. Do you know it?"

"Raytheon? I've heard of it...it seems they bought a batch of arms from us before."

Cheng Mu's heart trembled, and then he began to think about how to secretly occupy the mine.

The whole of Ethiopia is his property. Don’t even fucking say that he has any connection with the military or the emperor.

American soldiers? It’s not like they haven’t killed anyone before.

But just as Cheng Mu was thinking about this in his mind, Smith's voice came again.

“But we didn’t sell it to him because the people behind them seemed to be the rapeseed people.”

Hearing this, Cheng Mu just wanted to kick Smith hard in the ass with his boots.

Can you speak without breathing heavily?

But he also breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were the Rapeseed people, they would be much easier to deal with than the American army.

Ansa is indeed smarter than the rapeseed people and will not sell the rope to hang himself.

After chatting with Smith for a few more words, Cheng Mu hung up the phone.

He was determined to get that diamond mine.

However, the time to take action is not now.

No matter what, we have to train the 10,000 new recruits first. After all, that bastard Mubatu is still hiding in some dark corner, waiting to stab us.

Bastard, in a few months, I will make sure there is no place for you to hide in the whole of Ethiopia.

Thinking of Mubatu, Cheng Mu's eyes turned slightly cold.

Being in a bad mood, he picked up his phone and started watching food shows.

That's right, the headmistress is still alive today under the careful care of the soldiers and doctors.

But judging from its appearance, it probably won't survive today.

On the other side, Mubatu sat in the safe house and couldn't help feeling nervous.

Because he found that he could not contact the female principal, but according to the intelligence, the female principal did enter Kundi State after landing in Ethiopia.

And he has already talked to the family representatives of those students.

He had assured these people that he would be able to get those students back.

They also discussed the details of how to retaliate against Cheng Mu after the incident.

Of course, if he can't get it back, it won't be any substantial loss for Mubatu, but it will be a huge blow to his remaining prestige.

Prestige is something that cannot be seen or touched, but it is an indispensable element of rule for a ruler.

Could it be that Cheng Mu had killed the female principal as well? Thinking of this possibility, Mubatu couldn't help but feel a chill rising from the soles of his feet.

Suddenly, he thought of it again.

If that's the case, can you make this matter a bigger deal?

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mubatu immediately rejected it.

He has no substantial evidence, and if things get really out of hand, he'll probably be the first to suffer.

Mubatu decided to wait and see, perhaps the headmistress was negotiating with the yellow man.

Within the base area.

After deciding to seize the diamond mine in Dakanya City, Cheng Mu began to prepare for the preliminary work intensively.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

The first thing is to find out more specific information there.

For example, how many people are stationed there by the security company and how many heavy weapons are there.

Cheng Mu assigned this task to Wang Wen, as he happened to be setting up an intelligence system, and this mission was the beginning of his training.

Seeing is believing; doing is worse than seeing.

Practical training is the fastest way to get started.

Then comes the training of the troops, which will be handled by Cheng Mu himself.

Cheng Mu had just issued a decree to recruit 10,000 soldiers yesterday, and his subordinates told others this morning that the recruitment had been completed.

They are all good family boys around 20 years old with no criminal record.

Cheng Mu tidied his clothes and prepared to meet the new recruits who had just been brought to the base.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the room, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

I glanced at the number and saw it was Park Ji-soo calling.

Cheng Mu frowned. Why did she call?
Since the last time Park Ji-soo left Ethiopia, Cheng Mu has not lost contact with her, but he only replies to her messages occasionally.

After all, fighting was really busy and there wasn't much time to engage in romance or play with children.

But the messages sent by Park Ji-soo seemed very childish in Cheng Mu's eyes.

They are all things like: Have you eaten? Did you sleep well last night? I did a lot of things today. I really want you to stay with me.

After returning to the room and lighting a cigarette, Cheng Mu answered Park Ji-soo's call.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Cheng Mu! I have good news to tell you!" Park Ji-soo on the other end of the phone sounded very excited.

"What good news?" Cheng Mu was a little confused.

"You know what? Our group's subsidiary has recently received several business orders from garment factories and needs to purchase a large amount of cotton. I thought of you first!"

"Because you told me that Black Continent is rich in cotton."

Hearing this, Cheng Mu immediately put out the cigarette in his hand and softened his voice: "We do have a lot of good cotton in Heizhou. How much do you need? I mean, what is the approximate purchase amount?"

"Well, if converted into rice knives, it would be more than 100 million, but my dad said that I'm afraid I can't settle this amount with you in rice knives."

Damn it! ?
A massive order of over $100 million? Is this to give every person in Seoul a cotton jacket?
But Cheng Mu immediately changed his mind and thought that it might also be used by the army.

For the Korean army, it is normal that the price is a bit higher when purchasing two pieces of clothing.

Or maybe it has other uses.

Cheng Mu immediately stood up and said to Park Ji-soo on the other end of the phone with a serious face:

"This order is not important to me. What's important is that you think of me first. That's what makes me happy."

"Also, have you been eating well recently? Are you still in pain after your last trip? When will you come to Ethiopia again?"

(End of this chapter)