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Chapter 696 Turning the Nation into a Company! The Ambition of 3000 Million Humanitarian Spirits!

Dajim slammed his hand on the folding table, sending several bottles of mineral water flying and tilting. "Leggi! Stop showing off your military strength here! The Tireg tribe has tied down a third of the Central Command's forces on the northern battlefield. Why should the Omoro tribe take two more states?"

As if provoked, Legge suddenly stood up, the Glock pistol at his waist swaying with the movement, his eyes fierce as if he wanted to devour someone: "Restraint? If it weren't for our Omoro tribe capturing the satellite city and pointing our cannons at Asberba, do you think Behannu would have obediently sat here to negotiate? The Tireg tribe has been fighting for three months and hasn't even captured a decent city, yet they have the nerve to talk to me about their achievements?"

The two men were on the verge of exchanging blows, spittle flying through the air, while the armed men behind them gripped their rifle butts tightly, creating an atmosphere of extreme tension.

Behannu sat in the middle, picked up his enamel mug, and slowly took a sip of tea, a barely perceptible smile hidden in his eyes.

This was exactly the effect he wanted: to incite infighting between the Omoro and Tireg tribes so that he could reap the benefits.

With just a little trickery, those two idiots fell out.

Each state is divided into three, which seems fair on the surface, but the strength of each state is vastly different, so disputes naturally arise.

After about ten minutes, Behannu coughed lightly and slowly advised, "Gentlemen, calm down first!"
The purpose of the peace talks is to resolve the issues, not to create new conflicts. Three states represent the greatest sincerity the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection can offer. If the two leaders truly cannot accept this, then these peace talks will likely have to be shelved.

As soon as he finished speaking, he deliberately paused for a few seconds, his gaze sweeping over Leggi and Dajim's faces, and continued, "Anyway, the Central Command's regular army is still gathering in the south, and our European allies have promised to provide a batch of advanced weapons as soon as possible. If we really fight, it's hard to say who will win or lose."

Upon hearing this, Dajim's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

But then he thought about it again and couldn't help but curse in his heart: Who the hell are you trying to fool?

If the Hamra people can really get reinforcements, will the Omoro and Tireg people still be able to reach the outskirts of Asberba?

Thinking of this, he secretly glanced at Leggi beside him and saw that the other party still had a straight face and looked completely unconcerned, which made him realize what was going on.

Leggi, however, seemed oblivious to Behannu's threat. Instead, he leaned forward, his tone even more aggressive: "If I kill you now, wouldn't I have won half the battle?"

After saying that, he reached for the pistol at his waist.

"Crack——!"

The armed bodyguards brought by Behannu immediately raised their submachine guns and aimed them at Leggegi.

Seeing this, the Omoro militants on the outer perimeter pointed their guns at Behannu without showing any weakness.

Dajim quickly stepped in to smooth things over. He didn't want to get riddled with bullets because of someone else's accident. He hadn't had enough of his villa in Dubai and those fair-skinned, beautiful models yet, so how could he bear to die?
"Legogi, put the gun down!" he hurriedly urged.

"Just kidding, you're not scared, are you?"

Leggi laughed, looking exactly like a brainless armed thug.

“Let’s get down to business first,” Behannu said, breaking the tense atmosphere. He then pointed behind him and pressed down, signaling his men to put down their guns.

After the person behind him finished putting away their gun, he continued, "Each family will gain jurisdiction over three states, and the central government will allocate funds to help you build roads and schools. You and Dajim will also be able to obtain state-level positions."

In other words, Omoro and Tireg were now considered to have "come ashore" and cleared their names.

From now on, they no longer need to live a life of hardship and hide in the Gobi Desert. They can wear suits and ties, drive luxury cars, and their children can enjoy a good education.

Dajim was a pleasure-seeking man. He joined the armed front only to use the identity for his own personal gain.

The conditions offered by Behannu now clearly represent a more promising path.

"Four states, that's my bottom line."

Leggi held up four fingers and said.

The Omoro are the largest ethnic group in Abyssinia, numbering approximately 3500 million, and are distributed across the southern and southeastern regions, covering an area of ​​four states.

While Behanu claimed he would give the two men jurisdiction over three states, he was essentially just handing back the territories that the various tribes had already occupied.

The only difference is that these territories were previously under their illegal control, but now they can take them over under a legal guise.

For Behannu, since the Hamra people had never been able to effectively manage these areas anyway, it was better to simply hand over jurisdiction to Leggi and Dajim rather than let the situation remain unresolved.

This would actually make the domestic situation more stable.

Behannu stared at Leggei's four raised fingers, about to refuse as usual, but seeing that the other party was about to reach for the pistol at his waist, he smiled helplessly and nodded, saying, "Four states are no problem, but the land, agriculture and mining revenues in your jurisdiction must be paid to the Central Bureau as a tax."

“I have no objection.” Leggi grinned, his thick lips slightly upturned, looking extremely satisfied.

Just as Dajim opened his mouth to say something, Behannu's face darkened and he said in a tough tone, "If you disagree, you are free to wage war against the Central Command and the Omoro Armed Front at any time."

In Behannu's eyes, the Tireg Armed Front was already small in number and weak in strength, so giving them a few pieces of land adjacent to the East African Plateau was already a "preferential treatment".

Dajim's words caught in his throat. Looking at Behannu's cold, hard face and glancing at the indifferent Leggeji beside him, he could only shut his mouth in frustration.

He knew very well that the Tireg Armed Front only had 3000 men on a regular basis, and they couldn't afford to support any more. This time, when attacking Hamra State, they only temporarily assembled a force of 3 men, which was only half the size of the Omoro Armed Front. If things really came to a head, Behannu wouldn't even need to take action himself; Leggeji could turn his territory upside down.

Besides, he was still thinking about the state-level position that Behannu had promised, and if things fell apart over something so trivial, all his previous expectations would be dashed. "I...I have no objection," Dajim replied reluctantly.

Behannu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, stood up and announced, "Then see you tomorrow at the Addis Ababa Hotel in the city. I will invite ambassadors and journalists from home and abroad to witness this."

After the peace talks concluded, the three men left in their respective cars.

Sitting in the car, Leggi watched the Gobi Desert rushing past the window, squinting as he thought, "More than forty years have passed, and the Omoro people are finally going to rise up! Behannu, Dajim, and those Hamra people, just wait, one day, all of Abyssinia will be mine!"

Sitting in the armored car, Behannu spoke in a deep voice to the person on the other end of the phone: "Closely monitor the movements of Leggi and Dajim. Also, accelerate the reorganization of the regular army. We must improve our strength as soon as possible in order to cope with any possible changes in the future."

In Behannu's view, Leggi and Dajim were like two wild and untamed African cheetahs, who might suddenly turn on him one day.

Therefore, he could not relax his vigilance and caution in the slightest until he had completely subdued these two people.

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On September 20, the Central Executive Committee of Abyssinia formally signed a draft cooperation agreement with Leggi and Dajim in the conference hall of the Addis Ababa Hotel.

Effective immediately, the Omoro and Tireg armed fronts will be fully integrated into the Central Command's regular army.

The news caused a nationwide uproar!
After all, no one wants to live in war every day. Now that the three forces have united, the war will inevitably decrease.

This is undoubtedly fantastic news for ordinary people at the bottom of society.

For European and American countries, a stabilization of the situation in Abyssinia would also be in their interest.

But anyone who is truly familiar with the situation in the Horn of Death in East Africa knows that such peace is nothing more than a temporary facade.

The conflict between the Omoro, Hamra, and Tireg tribes has never ceased; it has simply shifted from physical combat to a more diplomatic one.

Whoever emerges victorious in this power struggle will temporarily seize supreme power in Abyssinia.

The reason for saying "temporarily" is that the grudges between the three races are deeply rooted and cannot be easily resolved by conventional means.

Just as once the Omoro people truly seize power, no one can say for sure whether the Hamra people will rise up again and reorganize an armed front to resist.

Not long after, Chen Yansen received Bai Zhenshan's work report.

Under his influence, the three parties completed the peace talks, and Leggi was able to enter the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. He is just waiting for the election next year so that he can seize the opportunity to try to gain control of Abyssinia.

"Let Legggi open up its investment attraction policies and accelerate the industrial, agricultural and commercial development of Oromia State."

After listening, Chen Yansen casually offered a word of advice.

He went to great lengths to elevate Legge to a higher level, but ultimately, he wanted to transform Abyssinia from a country into a "company" under his control, where everyone in the country would be his "employee."

Although Abyssinia's annual GDP is only over 500 billion US dollars, after conversion, it can contribute at least 3000 million humanitarian aid to the country.

“Yes, boss.” Bai Zhenshan replied immediately.

A minute later, Chen Yansen hung up the phone and put the encrypted phone away.

The layout in Abyssinia is just the first step. The next step is to make this land a true backyard for Senlian Capital.

We must not only control its economic lifeline, but also maximize the efficiency of transforming humanitarian spirit into action.

He sat on the sofa, recalling his conversation with Neuton, Brian, Du Yuanjun, and others that afternoon.

After three days of negotiations, an agreement was reached with Intel, Micron, JSR, META, and AMAT to sacrifice ASML's interests and allow StarSource Technology to take over.

For the first time, China's semiconductor companies stood proudly on the international stage, becoming multinational giants that set the rules and divided the pie.

As a result, Chen Yansen also relinquished a significant portion of Xingyuan Technology's rights and interests.

But in his view, these losses are only temporary.

Given the rapid growth of Senlian Capital, he will make these people return what he has given away sooner or later.

After all, in his mind, the level of morality and credit has always fluctuated with the size of one's fist.

The harder your fist, the stronger your power, the more qualified you are to set moral standards!
After the semiconductor summit, Peter returned to Eindhoven with a sullen face and his assistant in a huff.

He knew that winter had come to Asma!

(End of this chapter)