MTL - African Entrepreneurship Records-Chapter 184 negotiation

  Chapter 184 Negotiation

   Not long after, a gorgeously dressed black warrior came to the scene. Compared with the surrounding natives wearing simple cloth and plainly dressed East African soldiers, this black warrior could tell at a glance that his status in the Yeke Kingdom was not low.

   "I am the bodyguard of His Majesty Msiri. His Majesty has agreed to meet you. Please come with me." The black warrior said.

   "Please." Becker politely made a response gesture.

  The black court guards of Yeke Kingdom led Becker and others towards the capital of Yeke Kingdom.

   After walking for some time, I saw a city surrounded by large and small slums, with a magnificent palace standing in the middle.

  The environment of the city is naturally unsightly. The East Africans covered their mouths and noses before crossing the muddy road mixed with some liquid.

   This made the court guards of the Yeke Kingdom feel very embarrassed, but these East Africans were the guests His Majesty Msiri wanted to meet by name, and they were not easy to get angry.

When everyone passed through the slums, it seemed as if they came to another world suddenly. The dirt road turned into a road paved with stone slabs. See.

  This is probably the royal city of the Yeke Kingdom. The royal city reveals a strong Arabic architectural style. The stone pillars and carvings are not indigenous things.

  The black guard led Becker and others to enter through the city gate. The guard at the gate saluted him with a gun in his hand. After passing through the city gate, the palace loomed in front of him.

   "Everyone, according to His Majesty's request, you are not allowed to bring weapons into the palace. You can only enter the palace if you give the weapons to us for safekeeping. Otherwise, you will have to work hard and rest here." The guard said to Becker and the others.

  This is difficult for the East Africans, the gun is the lifeline, especially in the enemy camp, it is naturally impossible to hand it over to the other party.

At this time, Becker called Merk over and said: "Mr. Merk, I have facilitated this matter, and naturally I need to be responsible for it to the end. I will take the slave interpreter to meet that Msiri in a while, and you will lead The team is waiting here, if there is any trouble, then you can only rely on yourselves."

   "Don't worry! Mr. Becker, if these natives don't open their eyes, I will let them know what is untouchable by a lion's butt." Merkel said.

"Well, then I'll go in first, and you stay here. If you don't wait for me to come out, you can judge for yourself what to do!" Becker said, and followed the guards into the Yeke Kingdom with an interpreter. royal palace.

  In the main hall.

"Are you the envoy of the East Africans?" Msiri wore a golden crown and magnificent royal robes, lying on a throne made of lion skin without a seated figure, behind him were several indigenous maids holding banana leaves Fan fan.

   "That's right. I'm an official from Mbeya, the royal territory of East Africa. I'm here because I want to discuss a deal with His Majesty." Becker said to Msiri.

"Hmph, you East Africans are so courageous, you dare to come to discuss business with me with such a small number of people! You must know that you have cut off my source of income!" Msiri said a word very thoughtlessly, almost making Becker break defense.

  Becker thought to himself, sure enough, these natives are uncivilized barbarians who only know how to prey on the weak. If East Africa was the one showing weakness, they might have already made a move.

But Becker still politely said to Msiri: "Your Majesty, why did you say that! We in East Africa have always had good relations with your country and have never neglected your country. It can be said that there is harmony between our two countries for more than a year." Get along and seek common development."

  Becker deliberately opened his eyes and told nonsense, so Msiri on the throne was annoyed and laughed,

  "Others don't know the details of your East Africa, don't I, Musiri, the greatest believer of God in the world, know?

get along in harmony? Thanks to you East Africans who are so kind to say it, when I left Tanganyika, that piece of land was the territory of our local people. You must know that I also grew up in the Tanganyika area, and you East Africans are just Take our land away.

   Is this what you call living in harmony? Tanganyika is such a big place, it was abruptly snatched by you all the way to the vicinity of Yeke Kingdom.

   Moreover, you are still monopolizing the slave industry, which has caused our country’s fiscal revenue to decline every year. Now the Yeke Kingdom would have disappeared long ago if it weren’t for my great King Musiri...”

  Msiri counted the crimes of the East African colonies in detail, and the more he talked, the more angry he became. After all, the expansion of East Africa will cause the biggest loss to himself.

  Originally relying on the slave trade, the Kingdom of Yeke in the Central African region was in need of wind and rain. Msiri also lived a life of extravagance through the slave trade, but since East Africa blocked the trade route, Msiri can only further squeeze the indigenous people in this area in order to continue to maintain his luxurious life.

  In fact, none of the above will make Msiri so angry. In Africa, it has always been stronger than anyone else, and the winner takes all.

  But East Africa is too unreasonable. What makes Msiri feel unbalanced is that the East African colonies continue the slave trade, but they force themselves to contribute, and they don’t pay for it. It is tantamount to working for the East African colonies for nothing.

  The old God Becker listened to Msiri's complaints, and finally Msiri's mouth was dry, so he found some wine to moisten his mouth.

  Becker took the opportunity to say: "Your Majesty, in fact, you misunderstood us in East Africa. We are also very peace-loving."

   "Hehe." Msiri watched Becker's performance like a monkey.

  “In fact, most people in East Africa are peace-loving, like me, I am definitely a messenger of peace, but there are bad people in East Africa!

  In fact, I came to your country this time to communicate with His Majesty. The bad guys in East Africa have already started to plot Yeke Kingdom. "

   "Stop pretending! How many people are you planning to send to fight us in East Africa?" Msiri said indifferently.

   Saying so, Msiri has actually started planning to run away. He is naturally very aware of the strength of the East Africans. The Arabs themselves can't beat them, let alone the East Africans.

"Your Majesty, why did you make such a statement? You have said that we East Africans are peace-loving people who want to provoke the relationship between our two countries. Naturally, the righteous people in East Africa will not stand idly by. That's why I visited this time." Baker Er said.

   "Then what do you guys want in East Africa?"

   "Your Majesty, when I entered the palace, I have already said that this time I am here to discuss cooperation. Of course, it is beneficial to you, and it is also beneficial to us in East Africa." Becker said.

   "What cooperation?" Although Msiri knew that East Africa was not holding back his fart, he still asked.

  (end of this chapter)