Chapter 102 [This is a farce]

What else can the old man say? I could only nod and sigh with a wry smile. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info"You'd rather plan to have these two little ones and you'll never have to worry about game again." The combat power of the two little ones when they become adults can be regarded as the overlord of the canine family. ā€

"You can also challenge the existence of lions and tigers, even when two little ones face an African male lion and fight for their lives. It's really hard to say who will win and who will lose, okay, I understand that now I should stop cleaning up the jungle in the back mountain. ā€

"Keeping all these wild animals and feeding them as food for the two little ones really drove away all the wild animals that live in the valley. I also feel very sorry, having two little ones is enough to ensure the safety of the entire bullhead family, and I can rest assured. ā€

Lefu then reported his itinerary to Uncle Tank, and Lefu mentioned the meeting of the Indian East Development Alliance. The tank on the other side of the video began to frown, and when he learned that Lefu was going to participate in the meeting, Uncle Tank expressed strong dissatisfaction. "You stupid! This coalition meeting is asking for money, you don't know. Is it easy to accumulate the wealth that the chiefs of the Minotor family have accumulated over the generations? It's all hard-earned money, and what benefits can be gained by giving those white-eyed wolves. ā€

"These unmotivated eastern Indian tribes are just eating waste waiting to die, and there is no need to sympathize with them. What is 5 million dollars for 10 million dollars to do? You can't even get a good name for raising these waste borers. So boy, I warn you, it's okay to go to this meeting, give me $3 million, and if it's a penny more, see how I clean you up. ā€

Uncle Tank's personality is the best to know that the old man was killed from the sea of corpses and blood. A body of ability, although the character is a little stubborn, but the old man's ambition has never been reduced because of an arm. It is very good and very happy to have never relied on anyone to live independently, so it is understandable that the old people look down on those moths who pretend to be pitiful.

But in any case, we are all one kind of human being, although divided into two races and tribes. But no matter what, it's a race with black hair, black eyes, and yellow skin, and everyone's situation is not very good. If you can help, you can help! So Lefu agreed on the surface, but Uncle Tank spurned these Eastern Indian Alliances, while not caring in his heart.

It is necessary because these outsiders have conflicts with Uncle Tank, and Lefu who should be concealed will definitely hide it, which is a white lie. Next, the two chatted about some trivial matters, especially Lefu learned about the progress of Longteng Company's development of Bison Valley through Uncle Tank, and the conclusion was good, and now Lefu's house has begun to dig the foundation and build a basement.

The entire 3,000-acre lake area was plowed over, all the stones were cleared, and various pipes were laid and thorn grass was planted. There was a little accident when ploughing the land, that is, the old white cow Roosevelt saw these strangers intruding into his territory, destroying the grassland and breaking the lake area, which made the old white cow very angry.

With the entire herd of bison, he almost didn't restore the large construction machinery to its parts, and if Uncle Tank hadn't arrived in time, there might have been casualties. Even so, two excavators were destroyed, and you can imagine how terrifying the combat power of the two hundred white bison must be, but fortunately there was no major mess.

After the high-pressure policy of Uncle Tank, even such a stubborn temper as Roosevelt had to be restrained. With the whole herd of white bison running into the mountains in a huff, never to come out again, but at night, to come out to eat the thorn grass that had just grown. During the day, I go back to the mountains and forests to rest, just like children and parents are angry, and it is very cute.

The two chatted until noon, which ended the video conference, and after lunch, Lefou, accompanied by Mr. Abdul-Jabbar himself. I came to the venue of the main venue of the Indian Eastern Development Alliance, which was also a high-end apartment in the suburbs of New York that belonged to a tribe called the Bobcat tribe. Lefou's status is very special, and the entire bison tribe ranks fifth out of more than 500 Indian tribes.

Although the tribe has few people, but the strength is there, no one dares to underestimate it, and the little chief Lefu personally attended the meeting. The sensational effect can be imagined, and more than 50 small tribal chiefs and tribal high-ranking officials of the Eastern Indian Alliance all lined up at the gate to greet them, after all, the top ten tribes in the entire Indian Alliance were ranked. Although they all sent their own high-ranking officials to attend the meeting, neither the chief nor the wizard who stepped into the number 2 came.

Only Lefu personally arrived at the venue, how could he not let these chiefs who were struggling at the bottom be ecstatic. In order to show respect for Lefou, these people will line up at the gate to welcome Lefou's arrival, and the scene is really enthusiastic. Lefu felt very embarrassed, as if the president of the United States was visiting Africa, the hospitality he received was too warm, and the scene was too spectacular.

Mr. Abdul-Jabbar is a living dictionary of chiefs of all ages, young and old, who greet Lefou. But everyone who came up to him, Mr. Abdul-Jabbar, would always go one step ahead and tell Lefou, what tribe the chief belonged to, and how old he was. What kind of status does it have, all this information is very accurate and clear, and it clears all the barriers to communication for Lefou.

So that Lefu can call the name of every chief and the name of the tribe, giving everyone a big face. The welcoming ceremony lasted for more than ten minutes, and then Le Fu and his entourage walked into the venue surrounded by all the chiefs. Since it is a venue that has been renovated from a high-end apartment hall, the various decorations and details are still not satisfactory, and it can be seen from this that there is a big difference in the living standards of the Indian tribes.

After entering the venue, a welcome ceremony was held, and everyone ate, drank and chatted with each other. Enough food, enough drink, enough play, at 8 o'clock in the evening all the tribal chiefs and the various high-ranking officials sent by the great tribes. Sit down around a super large round table for a meeting, and the rotating chairman tribal chief, who is the owner of the venue, will first go to the rostrum to speak.

First of all, I would like to thank all the guests at the scene, all the senior officials of the big tribes, and especially the chief of the Bison tribe, Lefu, for attending this meeting in person. After thanking him for a while, the chief began to cry and was the first to speak out about his own difficulties, this kind of unfair treatment. Don't look at the other party's pitiful words, it seems that the whole tribe will starve and even starve to death after not receiving assistance, but Lefu has a living dictionary by his side, Mr. Jabbar whispered to Lefou, and 1% of what the chairman chief said can be believed to be good.

After Mr. Abdul-Jabbar's explanation, Lefu realized how shameless it must be for a poor chief to be impassioned on the rostrum. The meeting was a farce, and the opponent was ranked in the top 100 of the Indian League. But this tribe has a population of 15,000 people.

It also opened two medium-sized casinos and a real estate company, employing all of its own tribesmen as workers. So the cost of the workers is very low, and basically 60% of the profits go into the pockets of this poor chief who pretends to be poor on stage.