Chapter 417: Building a Military Security Company

Coming out of Lao Yu's grocery store, Fan Yize was carrying some things in his hand and a stack of Tanzambic shillings in his pocket.

Fan Yize did not bring money with him when he came to this world, but the hard currency gold and the US dollar, in such a place, are the most popular currencies, so there is no worry at all about not having money to pay.

Fan Yize took out a small piece of gold, not only bought a lot of things, but also exchanged it for a lot of Tanzambica currency.

According to purchasing power, 100,000 Tanzambikan shillings are enough for a family of six to live carefree for a month.

In Fan Yize's pocket, the stack of currencies, each with a denomination of 10,000, is as much as a few million, which is about the same as the value of the yen.

This is also because of the volatility of prices in Tanzambique, many times commodities are very expensive, especially food and daily commodities, the price fluctuates greatly, and the price has always been high.

And Fan Yize also learned a lot about the situation of this country from Lao Yu's mouth, and the strength of Tanzambique is very weak.

With a population of 3 million, there are actually only 20,000 or 30,000 troops, no fighter planes, no warships, and although there is also a navy, they are only armed dinghys converted from fishing boats.

There are no modern weapons and equipment, and the army is the best equipped with it, but there are only some old tanks imported from the Soviet Union a long time ago, and maybe there are not a few tanks and moving ammunition.

However, because the country has no resources and is geographically insignificant, it is a long-forgotten role of the world.

Therefore, it is very difficult to develop the economy.

Moreover, because of the environment of livelihood and basic conditions, the country has been plagued by various infectious diseases and diseases for a long time.

The state power simply does not have the money to invest in health care and the improvement of the basic environment.

In the case of Casiri, the capital of Kasili, there are millions of people living in the city, but there is only one small hospital, and there is only one doctor for every 200,000 people.

Recently, there has been an outbreak of a 100% lethal virus that is spreading in the country, tens of thousands of people have been quarantined, and countries have organized medical teams to find ways to treat the virus.

It is also because of long-term medical problems that the average age of the country is less than 40 years old.

When Fan Yize returned to the hotel, everyone else also came back one after another.

Not much has been learned, and there is no valuable news in the hotel's newspapers.

Standing by the window of his hotel room, looking at the densely populated capital, Fan Yize smelled a smell of war.

The next morning, after breakfast, several government officials from Tanzabican welcomed Fan Yize into the Prime Minister's Palace, which was not far from the hotel.

In such a country, it is not difficult to meet the leader of a country at all, as long as you can show enough value.

When it came yesterday, Fan Yize had already opened up a good relationship, and several BRICS opened the way, and the process was very smooth.

In the Prime Minister's Office, there were many guards, and someone brought Fan Yize into the Prime Minister's Office.

The prime minister is a man who is a little blessed, he looks only in his thirties, and he looks very generous, although he is also black, but he is much whiter than ordinary blacks.

As always, Fan Yize is in this world, and the base has arranged a good identity for him.

"You're very welcome, Mr. Fan Yize." As soon as Prime Minister Baburu saw Fan Yize, he got up very cordially and stretched out his hand to welcome.

"I am honoured, Mr. Prime Minister." Reaching out and shaking it gently, Fan Yize said.

The two of them sat down, and in the simple office, there was only one desk, and Fan Yize sat opposite Baburu.

"I heard that Mr. Fan Yize intends to invest in Tanzabique, and on behalf of the Republic of Tanzanbique, I sincerely welcome you." Baburu said enthusiastically: "But I don't know what Mr. Fan plans to invest in us?" ”

"I intend to invest in a military consultancy firm in Tanzambique, a company specializing in military security and military force consulting." Fan Yize said.

The smile on Baburu's face froze a little, and he asked, "Mr. Fan, is it an arms company?" ”

"So to speak, I intend to buy a piece of land in Tanzambique to build a comprehensive military training base, build an armament factory, and produce modern weapons and equipment." Fan Yize said.

"Mr. Fan, aren't you kidding me?" Babulu asked, incredulous.

It's not that he doesn't welcome it, it's that he's well aware that the likelihood of such a thing is too low.

"It doesn't really matter, does it?" Fan Yize did not explain anything, but went straight to the point and said: "If this cooperation can be completed, I am willing to provide Tanzanbik with one billion US dollars of special medical funds every year free of charge, and unconditionally improve people's livelihood infrastructure, build roads and basic public life services to Tanzabiki." ”

When Ba Bulu heard the first condition, his eyes widened and he was completely out of shape, and before he could react, he heard Fan Yize continue:

"And every year, I donate a part of the modern weapons and equipment to the Tanzambic army, and train Tanzambic soldiers to use and receive modern weapons and equipment free of charge, including third-generation jet fighters, modern main battle tanks and missile frigates."

After hearing this, Baburu asked with some dumbfounded: "Mr. Fan, do you want to be the prime minister of Tanzanbique?" ”

"Mr. Bablo, you misunderstood, I believe that you are a leader who wants to build this country, I just want to have a stable foothold, without anyone's interference, to be able to develop freely." Fan Yize said.

"If what you're saying is true, then I don't have any reason to say no." Baburu gradually came back to his senses, and was no longer enthusiastic but respectful to Fan Yize, and said: "On behalf of all Tanzambikians, thank you. ”

Just as Fan Yize was about to continue to speak, a person outside the office ran over with a frightened face and whispered something in Baburu's ear, and Baburu's face suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

Fan Yize, who had sensitive ears, heard it all, and when Ba Buru waved his hand to let this person go down, without waiting for Ba Buru to speak, Fan Yize said: "It seems that Mr. Ba Buru is in trouble." ”

"Red Turbans, rebellion, they're going to attack here soon." Baburu took a deep breath and said to Fan Yize.

"It seems that it came at the right time." Fan Yize said lightly.

"Mr. Fan, you leave quickly, I will let the guards of the Prime Minister's Office escort you away." Baburu said eagerly.