African Entrepreneurship Records Chapter 199

  Chapter 199 Settlement

   "Your Excellency Msiri, this is the payment from our East African government, you can check it out." Merkel said.

   "Hmm." Msiri glanced at the two black men beside him.

  For Msiri, any kindness is not as important as income, and it directly makes people start to count the arms provided by East Africa.

  Two indigenous officials began to count the boxes carefully. It is really rare that the Yeke Kingdom, which has a per capita prenatal education education, can gather two people who can do a little math.

   Not long.

   "Your Majesty, there are quite a few." Two Yeke Kingdom native officials said.

  However, Msiri was not relieved. He came to a box, took out a musket from it, put it in his hand and checked it carefully, and then randomly checked several boxes.

   "Mr. Merkel, can I test shoot?" Msiri said.

   "Of course, this is your right." Merkel said.

  Msiri skillfully loaded a gun with ammunition, then pointed at a big tree in the distance, pulled the trigger, and there was a hole in the tree with a "bang".

   At this moment, Msiri finally showed a satisfied smile, and he said: "You are very good! I am very satisfied with this transaction."

   "It's natural. Our East African government also pays attention to integrity and will never deceive you with those scumbags, my friend." Merkel said.

  He said so, but Merk didn't think so in his heart. These guns were all defective products after repairs in East Africa, but they could still be used normally, but they must be rotten goods in the East African colonies.

   There are hundreds of thousands of guns in East Africa, most of which are old-fashioned muskets eliminated from Europe. There are many problems, and some of them will have various problems after being used a few times.

  Then the East African government will send these problematic guns to the arsenal in East Africa for repairs, and finally select the last batch of the repaired guns before sending them to Msiri.

   "By the way, Your Excellency Msiri, because your cooperation this time made us in East Africa very satisfied, so we have prepared some other gifts for you this time." Merkel said.

  Merke waved his hand, and several East African soldiers unloaded three boxes from the carriage. It looked quite big, and it should have contained a lot of things.

   "Is there something in it?"

   "You can open it and have a look."

  Msiri looked at these unexpected gifts curiously, but Msiri, who was worried about fraud, asked his subordinates to open it to check.

  As the first box was opened, there was a box of wine, not many, a total of five bottles, with straw bedding at the bottom.

  Msiri suddenly felt his eyes light up. He stepped forward and took a wine bottle in his hand and looked it over carefully.

  Glass bottles are really rare for Msiri, and the workmanship is so perfect, but the shape is a bit weird.

   "Mr. Merkel, is there water in this gem-made bottle?" Msiri asked.

   "This is filled with wine." Merkel replied.

   "This wine should be very expensive!" Msiri asked like a bumpkin.

  The things contained in such ingenious works of art should not be ordinary things, especially when Merkel said that there is wine in it, and Msiri is even more convinced that the wine in it is also very precious.

  Msiri also drank wine, but it was fruit wine brewed from local bananas in Yeke Kingdom, and it was very cloudy with many impurities, so that when he saw the pure liquid in the wine bottle, Msiri thought it contained water.

  As for why this artwork is filled with water, it may be a special hobby of East Africans. Before Merkel said that it contained wine, Msiri thought so.

"You're right, look at the logo on the bottle, it's a man who herds horses, so in our place, this kind of wine is called 'Wrangler', this kind of wine is very precious, even in Europe, there are only a few People can drink it." Merke said running the train with his mouth full.

   "Where is Europe?"

   "It's my hometown."

   "Is it true that only your king can afford a few people?" Msiri asked.

   "Of course, only people like you can drink this kind of wine." Merkel said.

  Hearing this, Msiri was instantly satisfied, just like himself, isn't that their king? This wine deserves its identity.

  Actually, Merkel said this on purpose. In his eyes, how could Msiri compare with people in the civilized world.

  Wrangler, a familiar brand, is the civilian vodka that has exploded in sales in Tsarist Russia, and is the favorite of the bottom alcoholics in Tsarist Russia.

  However, thanks to the contributions of Russian drunkards, Wrangler Vodka has also become the most produced drink of the Hexingen Consortium.

  Low price is its biggest advantage, so it is used by East Africa as a gift to Msiri.

Msiri couldn't wait to taste this wine. He fiddled with it and found the wooden cork on it. He held the bottle with one hand and pulled it out with the other hand, and it opened. He took a sip from his mouth.

   "The taste is really good. You East Africa are very sincere. I will remember this friendship!"

   "We have never been stingy with our friends." Merkel said with a smile.

   Such a good thing came out of the first box, and Msiri couldn't wait to see what the remaining two boxes contained.

  This time he did it himself, holding the wine bottle in one hand, and opened the second box with the other, only to see a piece of textile inside.

   "Mr. Merk, what is this?"

  Merke stepped forward, took out the fabric, shook his hand, and a cotton cloak appeared in front of Msiri.

  It is also sewn with animal patterns unique to Africa. It looks gaudy, but the workmanship is acceptable, especially compared with the robe on Msiri, it is indeed more delicate.

   "This is the cloak we prepared for you, it can better show your majesty." Merk said.

  Msiri took it over, and took a lot of care. The workmanship is indeed "excellent", and the patterns are also beautiful and colorful, especially the lions, crocodiles, etc. on it, which are "lifelike".

   "Okay, that's great, I'm very satisfied with this gift." Msiri put the cloak back into the box.

   When he came to the third box, he opened it. This time, Msiri didn't know what was in front of him.

  Wine bottle is regarded as a work of art made of gemstones. The fabric Msiri also knows it. At most, he doesn't know its function, but the things in front of him are somewhat beyond Msiri's cognition. I have never seen such a thing in Africa!

  Merke stepped forward and said: "This is a specialty of our East Africa. It is called a cigarette. It is used for smoking and makes people feel refreshed."

   "How does this thing suck?"

  Merke took out a box, removed the seal, pulled out one, lit it, and began to teach Msiri how to smoke.

   Soon, Msiri was on the road, but he was very puzzled: "This thing doesn't feel very good, isn't it just smoke!"

  Merke said: "There is no effect in a short time, but after a long time, you will know the fun."

   But Msiri was still skeptical, and Merke told him again: "From now on, you will take one after dinner every day. After a few days, you will know the fun of it."

  The reason why East Africa gave Msiri a gift is naturally uneasy and kind. Tobacco and alcohol are addictive things. When Msiri runs out of stocks, he will naturally contact the East African colonies.

  Anyway, Msiri still has to grab territory now, and he can always grab some good things from other indigenous people. East Africa will be able to exchange cigarettes and alcohol at that time.

Of course, Msiri is more up-to-date. He handed over the territory of the original Yeke Kingdom to East Africa, and also voluntarily expelled the citizens to the border areas with other indigenous countries, which saved a lot of trouble for the East African colonies, so the East African colonies should be careful " Reward".

However, Msiri also has a lot of eyes. After leaving the Yeke Kingdom, he did not choose to be a neighbor with East Africa again, but grabbed a relatively far away land as a base. It can run farther. In the follow-up, Msiri's ammunition will still be supplemented by East Africa, so it is impossible to directly cut off contact with East Africa. .

  Given the guns and ammunition to Msiri, the East African colonies are not worried. The more chaos in Zambia, the better. Anyway, the number of guns in Msiri's hands is small, which will not threaten the security of East Africa.

   With the weapon in hand, Msiri will definitely not be able to stay idle, and the surrounding natives will definitely suffer, it depends on who is more unlucky.

  (end of this chapter)

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