Chapter 393 of the main text volume divides the meat?

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Inside a small village thirty kilometers east of the port of Benghazi, Libya

This small seaside fishing village with a population of less than 1,000 people is the place where Hou Wenjun and the tribal forces in eastern Libya agreed to meet. ⊙, the Benghazi oil field is the most important oil exporter in Libya, and the surrounding tribal chiefs have been gathering here one after another since yesterday for this meeting.

For Hou Wenjun, a super-rich man from the East, the leaders of the tribal armed forces still value it very much. In the past, Libya's oil exports were almost not entangled with these eastern tribal leaders (at most, they squeezed their own tribesmen, greedy for the dividends of oil sales for their own tribesmen), and Benghazi's oil was directly extracted by the Libyan government led by Kazufe and then shipped from the ports to sell to foreign countries.

As local tribal chiefs, faced with this oil production line that exports nearly 10 billion US dollars a year, they really want to get a share. Every day, I watched the 'gold' being dug up and transported away from front of me, but it had nothing to do with them. This kind of heartache is really not something that ordinary people can imagine, and relying on the mountains to eat the mountains is not a unique concept of the rabbit people.

The tribal people and chiefs who lived here for generations before the discovery of oil took it for granted that these oil fields belonged to them (which is also an important reason why they have been anti-card, feeling that their belongings have been robbed). Fifty years ago there was no Libya, and the idea of a state did not penetrate into the hearts of ordinary tribesmen). Card and miscellaneous fees don't respect them at all.

As the leader of the party that actively participated in and was ready to launch a siege against Israel, he would not be the supreme leader of Libya if he could not see the inevitable trend of oil prices rising sharply in the future. That's 578 million barrels of crude oil, accounting for more than 22% of the future production of Benghazi's largest oil fields. The reason why he agreed to sell it to Hou Wenjun at a price of 17 dollars a barrel (without transportation) also included his intention to appease the Eastern Tribal Alliance.

The reason why Iran, Saudi Arabia, Iraq and other countries want to besiege Israel is not only for political and religious reasons, but also for their oil economy, and the price of oil has fallen for nearly seven months since the beginning of 1988 (intermittent decline). Seeing that he was about to use foreign troops, he didn't want these people from the eastern tribes to pull his hind legs, and Hou Wenjun was a bait he threw out.

In the largest room in the small fishing village called Kag, seven tribal leaders had gathered around the woolen carpet in the center of the hall to discuss the extortion plan. Yes, finally with Hou Wenjun, a big fish in the water, of course, the 'poor' tribal chiefs have to squeeze Hou Wenjun to the maximum, even if this meeting is secretly led by the CIA in the face of the green dollar.

"What do you think of the $30 million construction fee for each of our tribes?" Dressed in a traditional mousselin robe, Bankar looked around at the other six people in the room before speaking first. This time, the small fishing village where the two sides met secretly was on his traditional territory in Bankar, and as a landlord, he was entitled to speak first.

For Bankar's Tiyì, the leader of the most powerful tribe in the east, Makolu, of course he was unwilling. How could his tribe share the same amount of money as these 'small tribes'? Although Makoru was sneering at Bankar's mention, as the boss of the Seven Great Tribal Alliances, he had to have the boss's shelf, and it was not his Makoru's style to go into battle shirtless. Besides, he is nearly seventy years old, and he has a verbal war with Bankar, a junior who is a generation younger than him, which is humiliating.

Makolu's silence did not mean that no one else opposed Bankar's suggestion, and Kagasi, as the patriarch of the Gasi tribe (the second largest tribe with a population of about 50,000 people), immediately stood up against his contemporary, Bankar, and said, "Bankar, my tribe has tens of thousands of mouths to feed, and 30 million is not enough to satisfy them. "None of the leaders who can be tribal leaders are stupid. Cagazi's words are an artistic expression of his displeasure without hurting the rapprochement between him and Bankar.

After speaking, without waiting for Bankar to refute, he immediately continued: "I think it's good to take the aid of 30 million US dollars per tribe as the baseline, and how about raising the aid level by 10,000 people for every tribe of different sizes?" ”

Kagazi's words undoubtedly won the heart of Makoru, his tribe has a population of more than 100,000 people, and he and the two tribes of Kagazi together account for almost half of the entire tribal alliance.

Ma Kelu nodded in an invisible amplitude and said: "Okay, let's meet with this rich man in the East first, let's discuss the specific situation, let him give each tribe 30 million construction costs, this is necessary, as for the division of grades, I think it depends on the situation of the talks." Makoru's words put an end to the disagreement, as the uncle and the strongest of the people, the other six still respected his decision.

Of course, Makolu set a bottom line of 30 million per tribe, which is enough to appease those small and medium-sized tribes (Hou Wenjun's 2,000 mercenaries in Libya are still very taboo for small tribes). The big tribes want more, and it is a matter of course in the rules of the North African tribes.

Before Hou Wenjun reached Benghazi, the leaders of this group of eastern tribes still regarded him as meat on a cutting board, how to divide it? They didn't think about Hou Wenjun's feelings at all. The future of Benghazi is in jeopardy. A future drama about war, oil, and genocide is warming up.

"You mean this group of tribal leaders won't be completely at your beheels?" After listening to Miller's introduction to the tribal alliance, Hou Wenjun's face became a little ugly.

The Americans are really unreliable, and they don't even help themselves, a third-party neutral 'ally' who undertakes arms sales for them, for such a big thing.

In Hou Wenjun's opinion, the famous CIA can't even control a few North African natives, isn't it a joke? The only explanation is that they are unwilling to work hard for the benefit of Hou Wenjun, an outsider.

For Miller, the head of the CIA Libya who only knows how to spend all his time, Hou Wenjun obviously misunderstood something. Miller's decision that he can't control the tribal alliance is indeed true, and his energy is focused on Libyan women.

Facing Hou Wenjun's questioning, Miller nodded indifferently and said, "Our CIA is also a cooperative relationship with them and you, Mr. Hou, can anyone control your decision?" ”

The more indifferent Miller was to Hou Wenjun, the more certain it was that these damn Yankees were unwilling to help, and from Miller's indifference, Hou Wenjun had a hunch that the future talks might be difficult. Without the help of the CIA, Hou Wenjun would not have much to do in Libya against these tribal snakes, even if he had an army of 2,000 men stationed in Misrata.

"Can I ask the plane to turn around and go back now?" Mr. Hou's words were merely an expression of his dissatisfaction with the meeting arranged by the C.I.A. He signed a contract with the card and miscellaneous expenses and the United States, and he had no room for regret.

Hou Wenjun, who started in black, understands the methods of these local snakes too well, and it seems that 'bloodletting' is inevitable. Of course, on the other hand, there is such a big water fish in Hong Kong, and Hou Wenjun's methods are only afraid that they will be more ruthless. (To be continued.) )