America's Big Hero

"Must racial segregation be desegregated immediately?"

"must!"

"Then, we need all blacks to have the same right to vote and to be elected as white people."

"Ha." Sean laughed, tilted his head and looked at the young black man, "You proposed it?"

"No, I'm just learning." The young black man looked at his father and said with approval.

"It's not like a black man at all." Sean smiled.

"Thank you for your compliment." The young black man bowed slightly.

"Your compatriots outside don't even know how to write, how do they exercise their votes?" Xiao En asked with a smile.

Pietra Adem smiled and said nothing. Naturally, she was represented by herself, so why ask?

The two looked at each other for a while, then suddenly laughed together.

Sean is also familiar with him. In his last life until his death, he never had the chance to cast his vote even once. He can always be represented by people he knows or does not know in places he knows or does not know. Unknown decision.

stand up……

Cough!

"I'd love to help you, but white South Africans won't agree." Sean shook his head, "We're not the same."

"Then is there any point in this so-called desegregation? We won't agree." Pietra Adem shook his head firmly.

"How do you want to stop it?" Sean asked with interest.

"There are many ways, non-violent non-cooperation, or simply, a turmoil that spreads across South Africa." Pietra Adem looked indifferent, "They dare not use the army. Once conflicts are caused and people are killed, the so-called The desegregation of the desegregation will be completely finished."

'Papa papa' Sean applauded lightly, old guy, you know how to fight!

Of course, Pietra Adem is actually not that old. He is only 50 years old this year. When he was young, he studied in the UK, received higher education, and traveled all over Europe and America.

Pietra Adem's father led niggers in World War II, and his grandfather fought in World War I.

This group of black chiefs has many women and many sons. In each generation, there are always one or two outstanding ones. They don't need to be too capable, just above average.

Sean in the last life didn't understand, but in this life, he understands how many secret struggles and twists and turns South Africa has experienced in desegregation.

Mandela, who was imprisoned at 90 points, was released in 27. Why did blacks not get equal voting rights until 94?

Behind the scenes the fight was fierce, and black South Africans had full support from the 'free world' in their fight against inequality.

In the end, it was the white South Africans who failed. They didn't expect white people to be so shameless.

Under the current Western political system, once 90% of the blacks get equal voting rights, South African politics will have nothing to do with whites at all.

Mandela is bound to ascend to the dragon chair, and from top to bottom, people like Pietra Adem who has mastered the 'democracy' will occupy all levels of government and various departments.

The white people will retreat in an all-round way, the era will be ended, and the country will go to the abyss of blackness!

"What benefits can I get?" Sean didn't have any sympathy for South African whites, he asked very directly.

"I will introduce Mr. Sean to other chiefs. Within our sphere of influence, Mr. Sean enjoys [-]% of all mining interests!" Pietra Adem raised a finger.

"Ha, you're sending a beggar." Sean's expression sank, and he stood up slowly, condescendingly, looking at Pietra Adem without any emotion in his eyes, "If you can't bring me If there are enough benefits, then I don't mind changing someone."

The young black body behind Pietra Adem immediately tensed up. Although Sean's aura was not aimed at his father, just looking at it made his head covered with fine beads of sweat.

Torre in the corner took a deep breath, his chest puffed up, and he was ready to explode at any time.

Pietra Adem's pupils contracted, but there was no expression on his face, "Mr. Sean, I respect you, I respect the umbrella, and I respect Rockefeller even more, but this is not the reason why you threatened my life."

"It's too late." Pietra Adem's voice remained unchanged, neither high-pitched with anger nor excited with victory, just stating the fact that "the Americans blocked the white expansion Way, the British will not stumble over the same stone twice, so what if I die, some things must belong to black people, and no one can take them away."

"That's why you offered me [-]% of the price?" Sean said with the murderous look on his body, staring at Pietra Adem.

"Business, bargaining." Pietra Adem said with a smile: "I gave too high, what will I say later."

"Mom Fuck, damn nigger!" Sean cursed and sat back down again.

Chapter 545: Political Confrontation

Pietra Adem gives Sean a bad feeling, he doesn't look like a black man at all, an African black man, so fucking cunning, what's a bad bargain, that's what he tells people on weekdays of!

What are the stereotypes of being black, black African?

Stupid, impulsive, optimistic, a few big...

Neither is smart or cunning.

But Pietra Adem shattered that impression.

Of course, it doesn't mean that black people are all idiots, and Ao Heizi is not stupid at all, it's just that the proportion is very small.

He felt very unlucky to encounter such a small probability event.

"Haggle over the price, okay, 8%, I'll take it." Sean Lion opened his mouth.

Pietra Adem laughed without getting angry, and said with a smile: "We don't have to think about the government, just pay a part of the tax, but I still have to support the people in the tribe, so at least I have to take 5%, after all, this is Africa, the world of black people."

Part of the tax is very flexible...

"Discuss your share, what can you offer?" Sean asked with a smile.

"Land, legal mining rights, preferential policies from the government, cheap labor, are these enough?"

"It's just these? Where do you mean by the government's policy inclination? The local area or the presidential palace?"

Pietra Adem frowned imperceptibly, "The place."

Sean pouted unabashedly, "Where's the military?"

Pietra Adem remained silent. The strength of the South African military is still very strong at this stage. It cannot be said that there are no blacks in the army, it can only be said that they are relatively rare.

Its military strength is somewhat similar to that of Russia, which has been declining in recent decades.

"Ha, don't you want to get out of the other [-]%?"

"This territory is mine, it's fundamental."

"I don't deny it." Xiao En's smile became more and more relaxed, and he slowly regained the initiative in the negotiation, "But the problem is that among the several parties in cooperation, your strength is the weakest. You have Congress on top and the military on the side. If you are eyeing it like a tiger, why do you occupy 5% of it?"

"The result of my negotiation with you will become an industry standard, a standard for future cooperation with powerful parties in other places. You don't need to expect me to make easy concessions." Sean pointed out directly.

"Then how much do you say?" Pietra Adem sighed, what can't be won in the war can't be won at the negotiating table.

"3% belongs to you and your tribe. No one cares how to distribute it. 1% belongs to the military, 2% belongs to the central government, and 4% belongs to me." Without waiting for Pietra Adem to ask, Xiao En himself replied: "What I provide is advanced technology, an international market, the support of public opinion in the world, and also your military partner."

Pietra Adem shook his head without hesitation, which surprised Sean, he thought everything through, it didn't make sense.

"3% for you, 1% for the government."

"Who are you going to give the remaining 2% ​​to?" Sean didn't object, but was very curious.

"To the current developers, you can cooperate, they are more familiar with the situation and how to deal with black labor." Pietra Adem said with a smile.

Sean narrowed his eyes slightly, really, I don't believe it!

"Try to convince me to be simple, to tell the truth."

"That's the truth!" insisted Pietra Adem.

Neither of the two spoke, just staring at each other, the air in the room seemed to freeze, the young black man held his breath, Torrey in the corner breathed very slowly, and the smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger.

"I'll give you 4%, I don't need any partner." After a while, Sean said.

Pietra Adem sighed, still shaking her head.

Sean kicked his legs a little irritably, "5% for you."

"Then I'll give them 2 ingredients too."

"Fuck, damn it!" Sean said with a gloomy expression.

"Mr. Sean, what we are after is long-term cooperation, which is ten years, 20 years, 50 years, which is good for everyone." Pietra Adem comforted softly: "I will help you convince other tribes Chief, give you an advantage over the Europeans."

Pietra Adem's son didn't understand what kind of riddle the two were playing, but Torre looked at it with incredulity.

It was the first time he saw a black man interacting with Sean during the negotiation, the key was that he still couldn't understand the words!

It's not black at all.

"I am now looking forward to this cooperation." Sean thought for a while, then stood up and extended his hand to Pietra Adem.

"It is my honor to be praised by Mr. Xiao En. I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Pleasant cooperation, you crafty fellow."

After the cooperation was reached, the atmosphere immediately became more relaxed. After chatting for a while, Sean was about to leave when Pietra Adem suddenly said: "Mr. Sean, I like the United States very much. This is the most powerful country in the world. The United States It is an open country, you are very friendly and never discriminate against blacks, I exchange your American equipment, I don’t know if I can give up.”

Sean pointed out the door, and Pietra Adem nodded with a smile.

"What price are you going to offer?" Sean asked with a half-smile.

"One to one, how about equal weight gold?" Pietra Adem said lightly.

Sean let out a 'ha' sound, he is very rich, definitely dozens of times richer than this old man, but he has never been so rich.

The old man is apologizing for his persistence just now. The key is not to make people disgusted, but to highlight a smooth one.

Satisfy you!

Sean beckoned Torrey over, "Go and tell them, we've changed!"

Torre came out of the room, the shock still on his face. Damn it, the appearance of Pietra Adem's local tyrant just now made Torre think that this guy was disguised by a white turban.

When the news spread, a group of American soldiers were also stunned. If you encounter such a big dog, then sell it quickly.

Although the money belongs to the boss, just participating makes them feel excited.

An hour later Sean and Pietra Adem came out to the yard.

One side of the yard is full of guns and ammunition, while pieces of gold bricks are neatly stacked on the other side.

Under the reflection of the sun, it is golden and dazzling, making people's eyes hurt but they are not willing to look away until they are full of tears.

Pietra Adem walked to the pile of gold bricks, and seeing that his whole body was covered in gold, he immediately became divine.

What is it that people rely on gold clothes!

Normal people use high-precision electronic scales to weigh gold, with grams as the unit, accurate to two decimal places.

And the scene...

It can only be described as rough!

It was so rough that Sean was a little speechless.

An iron rod was placed on a wooden support, and baskets were hung on both sides, which were as thick as primitive scales. One side of the basket was filled with guns and ammunition, and gold was thrown into it at the same time.

There is no such thing as the brightest moment of the original balance.

This picture made Sean dumbfounded, smash it, smash it, it's very African!

There is no need to talk about precision, but neither Sean nor Pietra Adem cares who loses or who wins.

This game is about temper!

Sean didn't speak, just smiled and watched as his soldiers removed all the heavy machine guns welded to the roof of the Humvee and sent them to the balance.

Pietra Adem didn't speak, just smiled and sat on a golden chair studded with diamonds. The sunlight bathed in it was all golden. I never cared about gold when I made friends, and it wasn't as much gold as mine anyway!

It is the country that produces the most gold in the world, and its gold reserves are estimated to be about 6 million ounces, accounting for 60% of the world's total reserves.

What the fuck is the country of gold!

After 3 hours, the sky was getting dark, and Xiao En and his party left this black town.

When you come, you look murderous, when you leave, you look heroic!

If Sean hadn't stopped them in the end, they wouldn't even have a pistol or a single bullet left.

In the end, Sean still lost, and the gold is so fucking much.

He has always been the one who hit people with money, but this time he was hit.

In fact, there are not many, just the equipment for 100 people. Africans don’t need helmets, body armor, leather boots and the like, they are guns, bullets and grenades.

Including machine guns and some bazookas, the total is only 4 tons. The current price of gold is 383 US dollars per ounce, and 1350 million US dollars per ton, and the total is only more than 5400 million US dollars.

But he couldn't hold back his golden arrogance of this thing!