“Prince, you are certain that you want to invest in our infrastructure projects?”
In Longcun, in the foreign affairs hall, an elderly man with graying hair looked at Modalarhan, and solemnly asked.
Facing the question, Modalarhan answered without hesitation, giving a positive answer.
Seeing this, the old man looked deeply at Modalarhan for a moment, and then the old man and another middle-aged man next to him looked at each other.
The middle-aged man understood the old man's gesture and immediately took out a document from his briefcase, handing it to Modalarhan.
At the same time, the old man's voice echoed:
"Since Prince has made his decision, we cannot refuse. This is our internal agreement after discussion. It includes twenty-three major infrastructure projects in Longcun Village. Prince can see which projects are suitable for investment..."
Upon hearing this, Modalarhan nodded slightly, then without giving it much thought, he picked up the document and began to look through it.
[Power infrastructure construction project...]
[Railway transportation infrastructure construction project...]
[Highway transportation infrastructure construction project...]
[City infrastructure project...]
[Hydraulic facilities construction project...]
[Communication facilities construction project...]
[Medical facilities construction project...]
[...]
Opening to the first page, lines of characters appeared directly before Modalarhan's eyes.
As the old man said, this document includes a total of twenty-three large infrastructure projects, and under each of these twenty-three large infrastructure projects, there are thousands of other infrastructure classification projects!
The funding requirements for each large project range from several thousand billion Long currency to tens of thousands of billions of Long currency!
Each project can be said to be a financial black hole!
Even Modalarhan, seeing these huge numbers, felt a little dizzy.
They are indeed rich, but after seeing the document in their hands, he suddenly felt that they were not as rich as they thought.
Fortunately, these investments are something that can be slowly absorbed over time, not a matter of needing to pour in a certain amount of money all at once.
This reliefs Modalarhan a bit.
It's also good that it's like this, otherwise, Modalarhan wouldn't even know if he can still maintain his previous image of "not being short of money".
Relaxed somewhat, Modalarhan began to carefully examine the specific content of the document in his hand.
It's unclear how long it took, but finally, Modalarhan has finished examining the document in his hand.
And then, Modalarhan fell into deep thought.
After another half-hour had passed, Modalarhan finally raised his head again, his gaze fixing on the old man not far away, and he said solemnly:
"King, I would like to invest in your energy projects, is that possible?"
Speaking at the same time, Modalarhan also picked up the pen next to him and circled out one after another target investment project on the document.
Energy?
Upon hearing this name, the old man looked deeply at Modalarhan.
Looking at the projects circled out by Modalarhan, the old man was also lost in thought.
Energy; the name clearly does not refer to a single project.
It is a collection of projects.
For instance, electricity, oil, and natural gas all belong to energy!
Specifically, it can be further divided into petrochemical industry, urban energy infrastructure, and so on and so forth.
With the resources held by Modalarhan, investing in these projects would have no problem at all. In a way, it can also be said to be "professionally relevant"!
Thinking of this, the old man nodded slightly, then said:
"Of course, any prince can invest in these projects!"
"But I need to remind Prince that most of these facilities are our welfare facilities for the people, and they don't have much profit-making ability. The two you have chosen are even more likely to suffer large-scale losses!"
"Moreover, due to the importance of these facilities, we will not hand over the internal information such as technology and decision-making power to you princes. You will at most only have the right to receive dividends!"
"Prince, are you certain to invest?"
Regarding the specific situation of the relevant facilities, the old man and Qin Shan did not conceal anything.
Although concealing the information might have been better for deceiving Modalarhan into investing, or for treating him as a "sucker" in a more favorable manner.
However, such petty actions are completely counterproductive for a large village!
Treating people as scapegoats, even if Modalarhan and his Sand Camel don't know it in the short term, the saying "there is no smoke without fire" is true. In the long run, Modalarhan and his Sand Camel will certainly find out!
By then, even if Modalarhan and the Sand Camel don't say anything on the surface, they will definitely feel very uncomfortable in the background. It will inevitably cause some unnecessary troubles.
Although these troubles will not be of much concern to Longcun in the future, it is unnecessary for them to do something that damages their image and credibility, and to throw away the big fish and pick up the small one!
On the contrary, with the personality shown by Modalarhan, who is straightforward and honest, Longcun will actually gain more!
"Of course! I am determined to invest in these projects..."
Before the old man, facing the question, Modalarhan nodded without hesitation.
This investment, his own purpose was to better lure Longcun, or hold the leg!
Just giving money would seem too low-class, and it would also make them look foolish.
Furthermore, although he holds a significant position in the Sand Camel Village, it is not ultimately his decision alone.
So much capital is given away for free, even he would face considerable resistance.
Even his father, the king, might not agree with him doing so.
And if these funds are used for investment, then even if resistance is encountered, he can still convince the village quite well.
After all, this is an investment, although there is little profit space, and basically it's a loss.
But even though it's a loss, it's still better than giving it away for free, isn't it?
A hundred billion, even if it loses 50%, still has 50 billion left. But if given away for free, a hundred billion becomes truly wasted!
The resistance between the two is obviously not on the same level...
As for the specific internal information and decision-making powers, he never thought of getting those in the first place.
It's a given that Longcun definitely will not entrust these things to others.
How can any of these infrastructure projects go wrong without causing disruption?
After hearing Modalarhan's words, the old man nodded slightly.
After pondering for a moment, the old man said again: "Then, what specific amount of funds does Your Highness plan to invest?"
Facing the question, Modalarhan pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"The specific amount of investment will be temporarily set at two trillion Long currency, to be paid with an equivalent amount of oil or gold, over a ten-year investment period, with two trillion each year. Is that feasible?"
Two trillion Long currency?
Upon hearing this number, the old man nodded slightly.
To be honest, this number is quite astonishing, but over a ten-year period, it is not too much.
Two trillion each year is merely a drop in the ocean for the projects Modalarhan has circled out, as those are vast infrastructure projects covering the entire Longcun village!
Compared to the tens of trillions of yuan in tax revenue that the Longcun village collects each year, two trillion yuan is a small amount...
Although not much, the old man also did not scorn it.
After all, that's two trillion!
Who would turn down money that's free?
In the following time, the old man and Modalarhan discussed in detail about the investment.
After a full day, both parties finally agreed on a general investment plan.
Then, both parties directly entrusted their respective teams to further discuss the specific matters.
Investing in the billions, even a dog millionaire, can't just wave a hand and transfer money.
The detailed division of projects, the specific flow of funds, the exact investment timeline, and so on all require a significant amount of time for discussion...
...
While Modalarhan and the old man were discussing investment matters.
In the desert on the other side, shadows that had been lurking in the darkness began to gather quietly.
At the same time, in the heartland of White Elephant Island, a massive airport that housed over a hundred warplanes began to launch stealth bombers resembling giant bats silently from their climate-controlled hangars.
One by one, ground crew members in black and white eagle ground crew uniforms began to conduct careful inspections of the bombers...
...
The pointer of time will not pause for anyone or anything.
"Sir, according to reliable broadcast information, a special aircraft produced by Longcun has taken off for the Sand Camel Village. Should we act directly?"
In the office of the Black and White Eagle Village, Andrew, the head of the FBL, stood in front of Yarste and respectfully asked.
"Special airplane?"
Hearing what Andrew said, Yarste narrowed his eyes slightly.
A faint cold light sneaks past.
"Did Longcun make any protective arrangements?"
After pondering for a moment, Yarste said solemnly.
"Directly answering the question, Andrew said: "We accessed the data of the broadcasting special plane through the back door. According to the radar data inside the broadcasting plane, there are two planes from Longcun accompanying it. The communication recordings show that these two planes are escort planes sent by Longcun, with specific models unknown. They can only be judged by the radar of the broadcasting plane. These two planes are not stealth fighters!"
The escort planes from Longcun?
The cold glint in Yarste's eyes grew even more intense.
After a long time, Yarste took a deep breath, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, and then spoke again in a low voice:
"Can we confirm whether Modalarhan is on the special airplane?"
At the words, Andrew fell silent for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said, "Sorry, Sir. We can only know some information through the back door. We cannot confirm specific matters..."
After hearing what Andrew said, Yarste's eyes flicked slightly.
After another long moment, Yarste finally spoke in a deep voice: "Abandon the attack on the special airplane!"
Without being able to determine Modalarhan's exact location, Yarste dared not give the order to attack the special airplane directly.
If they failed to deal with Modalarhan directly, they would not only completely anger the Sand Camels but also push Longcun to their side. After all, this special plane had Longcun's warplanes escorting it!
Fear not, it is not a big issue to anger the Sand Camels, but completely pushing Longcun to their side is obviously not good for them now, who need time to recover their strength!
They still have three aircraft carriers and a dozen warships waiting for repairs in the naval harbor!
After giving instructions to Andrew, Yarste turned his gaze to another middle-aged man beside him and said:
"Vilut, are you sure that all the royal members of the Sand Camel Village will gather tonight?"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man nodded directly.
"I am certain, this is their annual royal gathering of the Sand Camel Village. At each royal gathering, all the members of the Sand Camel royal family, even the sick and children who can still move, will be present!"
"Modalarhan, as one of the most important members of the royal family, will certainly be there!"
"Moreover, according to the information we have, the Sand Camels seem to want to use this opportunity to celebrate their victory on Fool's Night and offer condolences to their soldiers, family members, and civilians who were killed or injured on that night."
Celebrate the victory on Fool's Night?
Hearing the middle-aged man's response, Yarste couldn't help but clench his fists, and a cold glint once again passed through his eyes.
Then, Yarste spoke without hesitation:
"To celebrate the victory, is it? If it's a celebration, how can there be no gifts?"
"Vilut, do I need to teach you how to proceed from here?"
As he spoke the final words, Yarste's voice had already become incredibly low and cold.
"Rest assured, sir, we will ensure they have a dinner to remember for life!"
Vilut's cold voice echoed softly.
...
In an instant, several hours had quietly passed by.
In a concealed airport in the desert, a Yinglong fighter aircraft landed quietly, completely unknown to outsiders.
When the cockpit cover of the fighter aircraft opened, a figure with long beard standing up slowly from the cockpit.
Taking a closer look, this figure was none other than the Sand Camel Prince Modalarhan, who had just left Longcun not long ago!
After ending the investment negotiations with the old man from Longcun, Modalarhan immediately drove the Yinglong fighter he had used back to the Sand Camel village.
Yes, Modalarhan did not board the special airplane arranged by Longcun. In fact, it can be said that the special airplane arranged by Longcun was actually a smoke screen deliberately created after Modalarhan and Longcun had discussed it.
As a sworn enemy of the Black and White Eagle village, Modalarhan naturally could not trust anything manufactured by the Black and White Eagle village.
Therefore, even though he was very tired after flying the fighter plane, Modalarhan still chose to fly the plane himself, detouring from Longcun to Xibaw Village and then directly flying over the Oil Gulf into his native land.
"Your Highness, the banquet has been arranged. Would you like to rest first, or attend the banquet in the capital immediately?"
As Modalarhan took off his flight suit, a camel with a headscarf approached him, respectfully inquiring.
(Chapter complete)
