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Chapter 164, Section 163: I don't want to pay, but I want the goods!

Gold has been appreciating and remains the most important safe-haven asset. In the event of an economic crisis, the money in your hands becomes worthless, but gold rises against the trend!

Therefore, Yang Jun is determined to get this gold mine, and even Brother Su can't stop him!

Murakami Hideyama became anxious upon hearing this and quickly said to Yang Jun:

“You can’t do this. This gold mine belongs to our Mitsui Group. We have a contract with the government of the Democratic Republic of Congo. You can’t do this.”

"A contract was signed?" Yang Jun sneered.

"You're talking to me about contracts here? Is there any law here?"

Murakami Hideyama's face turned pale and then red. Hundreds of people had died in the battle they fought today. In a place where human life is as worthless as grass, what binding force does a contract have?

Yang Jun, too lazy to even glance at these Japanese people, said to Tian Yangsheng:
"Get rid of these islanders, I don't want to see them."

Tian Yangsheng grinned maliciously and gave Yang Jun a military salute.

"Follow your orders~"

Every Chinese person feels a deep-seated disgust for these islanders, especially since they are from the Mitsui conglomerate. Meeting them in the Democratic Republic of Congo can be considered a matter of fate.

Since we're so lucky, of course we should give them a ride downstairs to sell duck eggs!

Tian Yangsheng instructed his men to take these islanders out and execute them, and also instructed them to burn the bodies.

"With so many corpses, it's easy for plagues and infectious diseases to break out. The corpses must be burned."

Yang Jun gave a thumbs up upon hearing this, "Professional!"

After explaining all this, Tian Yangsheng tallied the casualties and reported to Yang Jun:
"Boss, we lost two people this time: one from the War Wolf Mercenary Group and one from your personal security detail. The others sustained minor injuries, and we've already sent our team's medics to treat them."

The Wolf Warrior mercenary group is equipped with two team doctors who can perform simple bandaging of wounds, but if surgery is required, it needs to be done at a large hospital.

"Send the wounded back to the nearest airport by helicopter. I'll make a call and ask for help!"

Using a helicopter in the Democratic Republic of Congo without the proper permits can be very troublesome. Yang Jun made a phone call to Kaka in the Democratic Republic of Congo and asked him to arrange one.

Kaka was startled when he heard that Yang Jun wanted to use a helicopter, since there were only a few helicopters in the entire Democratic Republic of Congo.

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, I have some influence in Kinshasa too!"

Kaka readily agreed, and Yang Jun then went to visit the wounded. Most of these wounded had non-fatal gunshot wounds and had already received anti-inflammatory treatment, so they were generally in good condition, but they needed to be transferred to a large hospital as soon as possible to recuperate for a period of time.

"Wu Sheng, you got shot too?"

Wu Sheng's shoulders were bandaged, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to die.

If out of a total of about 100 people, only about 10 were shot and injured, then Usakawa would be incredibly lucky.

When Wu Sheng saw Yang Jun walking over, he immediately raised his head and puffed out his chest, like a big rooster.

"Mr. Yang, I just took down a Japanese guy. I didn't disgrace the gang!"

Yang Jun smiled and said to Wu Sheng:
"Alright! You've done a good job. I'll promote you when we get back."

Yang Jun's words made Wu Sheng beam with joy, and he smiled as he said to Ahua beside him:

"Brother Hua, did you hear that? Mr. Yang is going to promote me, haha!"

Ahua was speechless. This kid was obsessed with playing cards; he was always thinking about becoming the boss.
"I heard you. You'll be the big brother soon!"

Yang Jun chatted with each of the wounded soldiers for a few minutes, leaving behind a few words of concern, making each of them feel respected.

"Loyalty +2" * 5
Tian Yangyi rushed over in a panic and said anxiously to Yang Jun:

"Boss, there's an indigenous officer with seven or eight soldiers outside, making a scene and demanding to see you. They've gotten into a conflict with our soldiers."

Yang Jun nodded and said to Tian Yangyi:

"As for Liu Gang, let him be in charge of translation, otherwise no one will understand what these black officers are arguing about."

He only realized the importance of a language after going abroad. When he returns to Hong Kong, he will definitely recruit some people who understand French to work in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

"Mr. Liu has already spoken with the Black officer and wants you to go there now."

Without hesitation, Yang Jun led his bodyguard to the entrance of the camp, where he saw seven or eight black officers blocking the entrance and arguing with the members of the Wolf Warrior mercenary group.

Liu Gang breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yang Jun approaching!

"Mr. Yang, you've finally arrived! They're all rebels!"

Liu Gang's mood was like a rollercoaster ride that day. Ever since he took down the black road bully yesterday, Liu Gang felt that Yang Jun and his group were not simple. Today, he witnessed the fighting power of Yang Jun and his group!
Good heavens! Armed helicopters and tanks appeared, leaving Liu Gang completely dumbfounded.

They are all hardworking and honest Chinese, but they are often robbed and bullied by the locals in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

As a result, Yang Jun and his group directly switched roles, making Liu Gang understand the social law of the Democratic Republic of Congo: the survival of the fittest, and force is the only way!
That was awesome! Liu Gang felt really good and admired Yang Jun a lot.

The Chinese have finally risen up in the Democratic Republic of Congo, crushing Black people, white people, and island nations.

Rebels?

Yang Jun raised an eyebrow. Why were the rebels looking for him?
"Liu Gang, ask them what the rebels are doing here? Are they here to plunder the gold mines?"

If they're here to rob the gold mine, Yang Jun won't be polite to them; this gold mine was something Yang Jun worked hard to seize.

"Yes, Mr. Yang!"

Liu Gang negotiated with the rebel officer again, then turned to report to Yang Jun again.

"The rebel leader, Kabila, wants to meet with you in person to discuss a business partnership!"

Business? The rebels want to do business with me? That's interesting.

But why does the name Kabila sound so familiar? Yang Jun vaguely remembered that Kabila was one of the presidents of the Democratic Republic of Congo, and now he is a rebel leader?
“Alright, tell him that if their rebel leader has the guts, he can come to our camp to do business.”

Yang Jun had already assessed the strength of this group of rebels. Although they numbered over 300, their combat skills were extremely poor, and they couldn't even defeat the guards at the gold mine.

Liu Gang translated these words to the other party, and the officer left cursing.

Originally, the rebel officers wanted Yang Jun to visit their stronghold, but Yang Jun didn't want to go at all and instead asked the rebel leader to come to the gold mine camp.

Four hours later, Yang Jun received news that the rebel leader, Kabila, had arrived.

Yang Jun didn't presume to be arrogant and personally went to the camp gate to greet them, where he saw Tian Yangyi and others ordering the Congolese rebels to lay down their weapons.

Kabila's guards refused, and the two sides are currently in a standoff.

"Fine, let them in."

Yang Jun wasn't worried about being tricked by these dozen or so black men on his own turf, so he let Kabila and the others in.

Kabila, a bald, overweight man in his early forties, was very polite to Yang Jun. "Friend from afar, I know you! You are Mr. Yang from Hong Kong!"

Kabila had already investigated Yang Jun's background. Through his connections in the Democratic Republic of Congo, he easily found out Yang Jun's identity: Hong Kong's richest man, a famous entrepreneur, and also had a private armed force under his command.

Kabila showed the utmost respect to this level of tycoon and his private army.

"Mr. Kabila, what business do you want to discuss with me?"

Yang Jun said with a smile that the black man in front of him was the leader of the rebels. If he could not bring him any benefits, he would not mind letting the man be captured and handed over to the regular army as a gift in exchange for some benefits.

Kabila, the fat man, said with a smile:

"Mr. Yang, I'm planning to purchase some weapons. Could you sell me your helicopter?"

Although Kabila had not witnessed the power of the helicopter firsthand, he had heard from his officers that Yang Jun had armed helicopters with considerable power.

Oh? Yang Jun's eyes lit up. This bald guy wants to buy weapons?
“Mr. Kabila, you’ve come to the right person. I’m an arms dealer from Asia. We can provide the armed helicopters you need, as long as you can afford the price!”

Yang Jun glanced at Kabila's attire and thought he didn't look like a rich person at all!

"Mr. Kabila, armed helicopters are quite expensive; one costs 1000 million US dollars!"

What? So expensive?
Kabila's expression changed drastically. He had thought that the armed helicopter could be acquired for a million dollars, but he did not expect it to cost ten million dollars.

Isn't this robbery?
"It's too expensive, Mr. Yang. As you know, the Democratic Republic of Congo is a poor country, and our Patriots' League fought for the people and overthrew the cruel rule of the dictator Mobutu!"

"We hope you will grant us Patriot Alliance troops preferential treatment; we will be forever grateful!"

Kabila haggled for a while and even started using moral blackmail, leaving Yang Jun speechless!

Business is business, what are you talking about with beliefs! I'm not Black, what business is it of mine if you liberate Black people?
Without morality, one cannot be held hostage. Yang Jun still insisted on ten million US dollars per aircraft, but he relented and said that if the quantity was large, a discount could be given.

"Mr. Kabila, if you buy three helicopters or more, I can give you a 20% discount!"

"We can let you test drive the helicopter and experience its combat capabilities firsthand."

Even buying a car requires a test drive; for a ten million dollar deal, of course, the customer should experience it firsthand.

"Let's have some time to enjoy life and let Mr. Kabila experience a helicopter ride."

"Yes, boss!"

Ten minutes later, Kabila returned, still feeling excited and wanting more.

Kabila knew that with a weapon as powerful as the Xingtian helicopter, it would be much easier for his Patriot Alliance (rebels) to seize power.

"Mr. Yang, I have ordered five helicopters, and I also need some military equipment, such as assault rifles, submachine guns, mortars, etc. I hope you can provide them to me."

Kabila took out a list and handed it to Yang Jun. The list contained a wide variety of items that Yang Jun's military factory could provide. Even if they weren't available, Yang Jun could purchase them from Russia and resell them to Kabila at a higher price.

Yang Jun glanced at it; the total purchase price of these weapons exceeded one hundred million US dollars, making it an absolute mega-order.

"Mr. Kabila, our transaction is cash on delivery, no credit allowed."

It's a shady business anyway, and the rule in the underworld is no credit; it's cash on delivery.

Who knows how long the rebels will survive? Maybe they'll be wiped out by the government forces tomorrow, so it's impossible to buy on credit.

Looking at the officers, including Kabila, dressed in tattered clothes, Yang Jun seriously doubted whether these big black men could come up with a million US dollars, let alone a hundred million US dollars.

Want to get something for free? No way!

Kabila chuckled and said to Yang Jun:
"We don't have the money, but we want the goods! Mr. Yang, do you have any ideas?"

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this. The line sounded so familiar. Was this black guy planning to double-cross him?
Tian Yangsheng and the others reacted, raising their pistols and pointing them at the black rebels.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became tense, and Kabila quickly stood up and said to Yang Jun:
"Misunderstanding! Mr. Yang, you've misunderstood me!"

"Although I don't have money, I have a large copper mine on my territory with an annual output of 20 tons. It's a real gold mine, worth more than your current gold mine!"

What? A large copper mine?

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. Copper is highly valuable, a strategic resource for any country. It is scarce and plays a vital and irreplaceable role in fields such as electrical electronics, construction, industrial manufacturing, and medicine.

The market price of one ton of copper is 2 yuan. If the annual output is 20 tons, the annual value is 40 billion yuan.

The Democratic Republic of Congo is one of the world's most resource-rich countries and one of the top three copper producers globally, producing high-quality copper.

"Oh, you really have such a large copper mine?"

Yang Jun became interested. If there really was such a large mine, and he could mine it smoothly, then cooperation was not impossible.

"Of course, I won't lie to our friends."

Although Kabila patted his chest and assured him, Yang Jun still didn't believe the big black man's nonsense and decided to see for himself, believing that seeing is believing and hearing is not.

Yang Jun called a mineral exploration team from Hong Kong and asked them to come to the Democratic Republic of Congo as soon as possible. He then kept Kabila at the camp for a few days.

In the past few days, Yang Jun and Kabila have been drinking together frequently, and the two have gradually become acquainted and have been having a pleasant conversation.

Yang Jun has learned a lot of French, and he can communicate without any problems. Yang Jun has a high aptitude for languages.

"Boss, the exploration team from Hong Kong has arrived. They're led by a professor from Hong Kong University, along with about ten graduate students from Hong Kong University. They're all waiting outside."

A group of professors and students have arrived? Yang Jun went out and exchanged a few pleasantries with Professor Xie, who was an expert in the field of geological resources and geological engineering, and had a group of graduate students under his supervision.

"These are your students? Not bad, not bad!"

Yang Jun glanced at the graduate students at Hong Kong University. They weren't the delicate, fair-skinned students he'd imagined; they were all strong, dark-skinned male students. He then said to Tian Yangsheng:

“Take them with you to the Kamoa-Kakula copper mine.”

The Kamoa-Kakula copper mine is located on the border with Uganda, not far from Yang Jun's mining area, about 30 kilometers by car.

When Yang Jun arrived at the mine, he found many locals carrying sacks to collect stones, intending to carry them to the smelter to earn some extra money.

“We have a smelter here, but it’s a small-scale plant invested in by Belgians. I plan to drive them away!”

Kabila was shrewd. These Belgians only recognized the regular army and didn't offer Kabila any benefits, so of course they would be driven away by him.

Yang Jun sneered. Kabila had only recently occupied the Kamoa-Kakula copper mine and might be driven out by the government forces any day. This was tying him to Kabila's war machine.

Kabila may seem like a simpleton, but he's quite cunning. He's planning to use Yang Jun's support to advance his revolution.

"Professor Xie, could you take some people to explore the area and determine the total reserves of this mine?"

Given the low level of exploration technology in the Democratic Republic of Congo, an annual total output of 20 tons is not credible. Yang Jun plans to conduct his own exploration to see if it is worth investing in.

(End of this chapter)