Just as the commanders of the expeditionary legion were ordering their troops, Harland, who stayed behind in the world of Elysium, found something to do for himself.
As the CEO of the Star Group, he should now be in New Baghdad to oversee the construction of the new headquarters and the absolute defense perimeter. The deployment of swarm missile arrays and laser point defense artillery requires his presence.
However, Harland, who has an active nature, felt uncomfortable working at his desk for a long time, so he chose to personally lead a team to purchase "raw materials" in the former Kazakhstan, so as to contribute to the group and relax at the same time.
After a short air journey, Haaland and a team of experts responsible for business negotiations stepped off the 40-meter-long destroyer. In front of and behind them stood many Z-1 robots and robots responsible for security work. Soldiers of the Stars.
Harland looked at the dense green plants around the tarmac and sighed that it was indeed Nur-Sultan, known as the grassland of Dubai. The greenery was really not fake, and the air quality was much better than that of New Baghdad.
But the destination of their trip was not the city of Nur-Sultan, but a uranium mine hundreds of kilometers away from Nur-Sultan.
As a member of the Pan-Asian Alliance, the original Kazakhstan is famous for its relatively large territorial area and rich natural resources.
As a completely landlocked country, no more than 30 million people live in a territory of more than 2.7 million square kilometers. Relying on mineral exports and economic support provided by the alliance, the average living standards of the people of all ethnic groups in the original Kazakhstan are still very good. of.
From the smiles on the faces of tourists and locals from all over the world coming and going in the modern Nur-Sultan Airport, it is not difficult to see that Nur-Sultan is quite international.
Sitting on the convoy heading to the uranium mine, Haaland, who had already learned the world map by heart, closed his eyes, and a railway line connecting three cities appeared in front of him.
Cairo, Baghdad, Nur-Sultan.
According to the KBN railway plan he envisioned, Star Group will fund the construction of a long-distance railway line connecting the three political entities of the North African Alliance, the Middle East Alliance and the Pan-Asian Alliance in the next six months.
With these three cities as the center points, the influence of the Stars Group will rapidly radiate throughout the three countries.
Amadana Company has too deep roots in the North American Alliance, and after all, it is not a paradise suitable for the barbaric growth of the Star Group.
Thinking of this, Harland opened his eyes and looked out the window. The large-scale mining equipment of the mine was already in front of him, and the figures of the greeting personnel were also vaguely visible.
"Haha, Mr. M, who has come from afar! Welcome!"
When a clean-shaven middle-aged man in a suit saw Haaland get out of the car, he hurriedly came up with several armed guards. He stretched out his hand to shake Haaland's hand, expressing that he was not a good host as a host. , please forgive me.
"Don't be so polite. Everyone's time is precious. Please take us to see the goods."
Harland glanced at the serious-looking soldier holding a gun behind the man and showed that he was not interested in meaningless polite words. He just responded calmly and then let the man show off his skills.
Seeing how anxious the young man with fiery red curly hair was, the middle-aged man also stopped smiling and motioned to the guards behind him to open the warehouse.
With the sharp warning sound, the heavy door with yellow and black markings representing radiation hazards slowly opened, and thousands of tons of unrefined uranium ore were piled in this huge warehouse made of leaded concrete.
These neatly arranged ores emitted a faint green fluorescence in the dark. Even though they were wearing heavy protective clothing, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back.
If all these ores are to be turned into high-abundance weapons-grade uranium that can be used to make nuclear weapons, then these thousands of tons of ores can only be enriched into tens of kilograms.
As for low-enriched uranium for use in nuclear power plants, a lot can be produced, and Haaland's trip is not in vain.
The uranium ore quota given to Qunxing Group by the North American Alliance is too small and the price is too high. It cannot be blamed that Qunxing Group is looking for a way out on its own and looking for "new energy" from within the Pan-Asian Alliance.
However, with Haaland's current status, thousands of tons of uranium ore are not enough for him to take action personally. But this time the transaction object requirements were quite special, so he was willing to come to negotiate in person.
After the experts made a general inspection and gave the answer that the goods were OK, Harland showed a satisfied smile.
"Yes, I like honest businessmen, tell me your requirements!"
When the middle-aged man saw that the transaction went so smoothly, he felt happy and spoke out his requirements.
You don’t know if you don’t hear it, but you will be shocked when you hear it.
Although Harland knew that the object of this transaction did not require money but only arms, the middle-aged man's appetite was still beyond his imagination.
In addition to basic light and heavy weapons, this gentle-looking middle-aged man also wanted a nuclear bomb in return.
Naturally, Harland would not agree to such a request that was out of touch with reality. He narrowed his eyes and spoke with a hint of danger in his tone.
"First of all, I don't have a nuclear bomb, and secondly, the value of your goods is not worth a serious atomic bomb."
"haha I know."
The middle-aged man smiled, raised his hand to straighten the wrinkled tie on his chest, and said loudly in a somewhat artificial tone: "Let me introduce myself again, I am Alinur Bayev, the current leader of the Kazakh National Party. And the future sole leader of Kazakhstan – President Bayev!”
Seeing that Haaland and his team had no reaction to his improvisation, Bayev felt that he had lost face and was not angry either.
He is not the president, he is just a party leader in name only. It is normal for the other party not to know that he is.
"It turns out to be Bayev, the president, disrespectful and disrespectful."
Haaland seemed to be suppressing his smile, and after a pause, he added the title of president.
Raising his hand to look at his watch, Harland became interested in the middle-aged man in front of him who was quite talented as a comedian. Sitting on the chair brought by his subordinates, he looked at Bayev with a scrutinizing gaze, obviously waiting for him. His following.
Bayev was overjoyed when he saw this. He also found a chair and sat down and began to talk endlessly about his miserable childhood.
Alinur-Baev, Alinur's name comes from his native Kazakh mother, and Bayev's surname comes from his Russian father.
With a teacher mother and a city councilor father, he should have enjoyed a wonderful childhood that others envied him. However, when he was less than one year old, a group of illegal immigrants broke into his home and brutally murdered his mother.
And his father also drank all day long because of self-blame. He insulted the naughty little Bayev in mild cases and beat him in severe cases.
Perhaps he saw the shadow of his wife in the growing Bayev. When Bayev was in junior high school, his father stopped drinking and began to instill in him his own views on the country from the perspective of a retired parliamentarian. , encouraging his son to form gangs in school and bully those classmates from foreign countries.
It has to be said that Bayev is really talented. On his birthday, when he was only thirteen years old, hundreds of classmates came to his home to celebrate his birthday.
After cutting the birthday cake, Bayev held up the sharp knife to cut the cake and swore in front of many classmates that sooner or later he would cleanse the entire country of "unrest" and open up a paradise for his followers.
And his father just stood aside and smiled without saying a word, very satisfied with his son's performance.
Old Bayev's enthusiasm for the country and the people had cooled down as early as the day his wife died.
Since then, Bayev has been growing up under his father's earnest teachings. It is hard to imagine what more than thirty years of extreme ideological education will turn a person into. Anyway, Bayev looks quite normal now.
Less than a month ago, Bayev's father died of illness, and he did not use the medical cabin even once until his death. This made him more and more disgusted with the lofty paradise and those party leaders who talked loudly.
The difference from decades ago is that he is no longer the young student with only a few hundred followers, but the de facto leader of the Kazakh National Party.
He has the ability to burn the flames of revenge onto those people.
