Chapter 118 The Agricultural Country Wakanda (Additional update 412 for the leader of the FFF group)

Washington is the capital of political governance. Everything here revolves around political governance. Political governance has penetrated into every aspect of the city and everyone.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the industrial chains here are built around Zhengzhi. In this city, people who lack Zhengzhi cells have bleak prospects even if they work.

Lindemann came to Northwest Washington with a new mission, where the Wakanda Embassy in the United States is located.

Although Wakanda is an agricultural country, the embassy is quite beautifully built. Sure enough, just because the country is poor does not mean that their king is also poor.

However, such a luxurious and lustful king is a good thing for him to complete his mission.

The embassy is bounded by Van Nuys Avenue to the north, International Street to the west, and International Road and Central Park to the south. The exterior walls of the building are made of French limestone with elegant color and fine texture, which is in harmony with the numerous limestone federal buildings in the Washington area.

Next to the solemn white arch, stood a guard holding a spear, dressed in Wakanda's characteristic clothing. Judging from the shape, it seemed that it should be something like a battle armor.

Lindeman secretly laughed in his heart, this is the 21st century, what use is a broken spear?

But his years of political training prevented him from showing any contempt on his face. He came to the door of the embassy, ​​politely addressed the guard by name, expressed his intention to come, and asked to see the ambassador of Wakanda.

After waiting patiently for a while, he was successfully taken into the embassy and met Ambassador Trabi, a sturdy middle-aged black man.

Compared to the barbaric indigenous warriors outside, Ambassador Trabi was much more civilized. At least he wore a suit and tie.

"Nice to meet you, Ambassador Trabby. My name is Lindemann, and I am here on behalf of Mr. Manville Lincoln, the federal congressman."

"I'm glad to see you too, Mr. Lindemann. The Leopard God is protecting you."

The two exchanged diplomatic nonsense for a long time before Lindemann got to the point.

"Mr. Lincoln is also a black man. He has been working hard to improve the social status of black people in the Union. He is also keen to support the industrialization process of African countries. Dozens of African countries have benefited from Mr. Lincoln's efforts.

"

"Mr. Lincoln is really a noble gentleman, and the Leopard God will bless him." Ambassador Trabi smiled and sent his blessing, but did not take the initiative to ask.

Lindemann had no choice but to take the initiative and introduce, "Mr. Lincoln heard that Wakanda is an agricultural country with a very weak foundation for industrialization, so he is interested in helping Wakanda integrate into the world and become an industrialized and civilized country."

"Oh, is that so? How should we do it specifically?" Ambassador Trabi didn't seem too keen on this.

"The development of a country is inseparable from the utilization of various mineral resources. Mr. Lincoln decided to send multiple exploration teams to your country to conduct a comprehensive geological exploration of Wakanda and understand the mineral distribution on Wakanda's land. Then

Help you build smelters, chemical plants, machinery manufacturing plants, power stations and other infrastructure."

"Ah, then what do we need to pay?" Ambassador Trabi asked with a calm expression.

"You don't need anything! This is purely charitable assistance! You just need to cooperate with the scientific research activities of the prospectors." Lindemann replied generously.

"Well..." Ambassador Trabi began to think deeply.

"Your Excellency, Ambassador, is there anything else that needs to be considered? If you have any concerns, you might as well speak up and I will explain it to you in detail." Lindemann asked strangely.

Trabi glanced at him and thought, am I going to tell you that I am thinking about how to find an excuse to reject you?

"Mr. Lindemann, please express our country's gratitude to Mr. Lincoln for his goodwill. However, our country currently has a prosperous life and its people live and work in peace and contentment. There is no need for any industrialization."

"... Please forgive me, I don't think the life of the people in your country can be called affluent. Has the Ambassador lived in Washington for a long time? Don't you think that compared to a post-industrial big city like Washington, your country

Does your life seem a little boring?"

"Mr. Lindemann, Wakanda is an agricultural country. We have no shortage of food, and under the wise leadership of His Majesty T'Chaka, all people have food to eat. Unlike your country where people often starve to death, Wakanda

No one has ever starved to death in Da.”

Ambassador Trabi raised his chin proudly, with a smile on his lips, and continued in a condescending tone:

"Although the material life in industrialized cities is indeed relatively good, most people are very spiritually empty and need to use alcohol, promiscuity, drugs, etc. to fill their empty hearts. But we won't. The people of Wakanda believe in the Panther God.

Live a fulfilling and happy life!”

If a ghost is fulfilled and happy, wouldn't it be enough to just use religion to brainwash him?

Lindemann was speechless for a while. He reorganized his words and continued to persuade: "Your Excellency Ambassador, although everything in your country is peaceful now, if Wakanda does not industrialize, how should you respond once a foreign enemy invades?"

"We're not worried about that at all."

Ambassador Trabi said with satisfaction: "The surrounding countries are richer than us, and there is absolutely no need for them to invade a poor country. On the contrary, once we become rich, we will attract more greedy countries and organizations, which will destroy the war."

The peace of Kanda.”

Fuck!

You still have no fucking sense of security!

Lindemann was speechless for a while. Where did Wakanda find such an excellent ambassador? Where did his outlook go?

"For such an important matter, don't you, the Ambassador, need to communicate with His Majesty T'Chaka of your country?"

Lindemann planned to bypass the idiot ambassador and talk directly to their king. He didn't believe it. The ambassador was stupid. Could it be possible that the king would be as stupid as the ambassador?

Trabi lowered his head and thought for a moment before saying, "What you said makes sense. I should report it to His Majesty the King."

"Then please, Ambassador, this is my contact information. I have my phone on 24 hours a day, and His Majesty King T'Chaka can call me at any time." Lindemann handed the business card to Trabi with a smile on his face.

Before leaving, he habitually asked one more question, "Your Excellency, Ambassador, how long will it take for His Majesty T'Chaka to reply to me."

"Oh, there is no phone or Internet in Wakanda, so it may take a little longer." Trabi said casually.

Lindemann suddenly had an ominous premonition, and he asked: "How long will this take, approximately?"

"My term ends at the end of next year and I will return to China to report on my duties. I will tell His Majesty T'Chaka the news then."
Chapter completed!