Jonasz Bur was walking around his room nervously. Rebels had recently hit the food-convoy going to the military base near Weertia. Almost third of the recent transports were hit. Almost all of them were food. They are leaving the weapons and man transports usually (though once they stole ammo), but the food is their main target. Its like they are trying to starve our soldiers to death. Sneaky, communist bastards, trying to lower the morale, are they? Well, its not like the soldiers have any morale left. The only reason they are somewhat loyal, is because almost every Strol a Stromburgian currency that is still worth more, than this useless Nab that was introduced after the revolts he has he spends on them, instead putting them off on his Swiss account. And that was the only reason he became El Presidente! He really ought to get rid of them, but WA forces that stationing here arent really his best friend. General whats-his-name? Lou-De Frau? Loo-De Fewr? Something strange like that. The point is, that bastard told him, their job is to lower the civilian casualties, not to keep him in power. That schlitt-yu had a courage to threaten him the Great El Presidente, that if something similar to the last time happened, that bastard would ask WA to stop their peace mission at this island. If only he had a way t
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"Sir, the guest from Serenitech has arrived" a voice came from the little speaker on his desk
“Good Michelle, let him in.” What is this corporate drone business here? That Serenitech already tried to sell weapons, technologies and medical equipment. Dont they realize that New Nabbers is currently in a hole so deep and black, that the chance that anything would be affordable is just purely ridiculous?
"I’ve told you that before. We do not have any money to buy your products.“ Bur said as soon as the door started to open.
"Ah, Mister Bur, what a cheerful way to greet a delegate and a client!” said a dark haired man in gray suit that has entered a room. Shaved, clean and standing upright. Bur didnt like him already.
"You act as if I care. I told you, I do not have money for any of your fancy stuff"
After a second he realized “Wait, did you say client?”
Serenitech official smiled. Well, he was smiling before, a strategy used by all salespersons around the world to gain trust. Now he just smiled more.
"My name is Joahim Borotowsk, and I came to here to talk business!"
"There isn’t much you can buy here, you know. Our economy is collapsing, there are no working industries, and even if you try to enter our market, you would find people to poor to buy anything." Jonasz Bur was, of course, drawing a picture much worse than the existing one. Hopefully those Serenitech bastards will pity Nabberian people and give them better price. What are you planning to do, buy our people?
'In a sense’ wasnt the answer Bur was expecting to hear. But that was the answer he got. He fell down into his chair. This moment of quietness was exploited by his quest to explain the offer. “You see, we would like to buy certain chunks of lands of your country. Start up the industry there. But for that we need workers. So we would like to buy citizenships for all the people living there.”
“What?”
“Yeah, generally we are interested in the Donna peninsula, the are between Trowa mountains and the Bur Bay. Actually a whole Bur Bay. Possibly also the town of Intris
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“40 percents”
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huh?”
"Thats how much of your earnings and taxes from that area I want. All of that coming to my Swiss account. Of course everything will be secret I suppose? Then we also need a cover-story. Lets say a hundred thousand dollars per square kilometer? Also I expect
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"Dont you think thats a tad too costly? "
"Listen pretty boy.
What was your name again?"
“Joahim Buszerwsk”
“Ok, Joahim. I know that everything Serenitech touches suddenly becomes prosperous. I want a constant flow of cash.”
“That is unexpected. Im sorry but, I’m unable to give you answer at this point of time. Would you care to wait a few days for a reply? I gotta ask my CEO.”
"Off you go." Jonasz Bur lightened up a cigar after his guest had left the room. Ahh, the feeling of power. Forty percents? Good luck with that. There is no way they would accept this. Of course even twenty would be a great deal for him, but this over the top offer will show them that he is the one in power here. Suddenly he realized why he became El Presidente in the first place.
— Begin quote from ____
Jonasz Bur
El Presidente of the New Nabbers
On behalf of the Serenitech Corpocracy I would like to say we accept your extremely inconvenient offer. In exchange we await a legal renounce of the terrains marked on the map in the attachment. We also offer you modernizing your army using the money that you are now in possession of.
CEO Malcolm Sharpe
Serenitech Corpocracy
— End quote
Seriously was one of the only family-friendly thoughts that crossed Burs mind. They agreed? Did they want that lands so bad? Why? Or were they just messing with him.
In any case he would be rich when they start up their industry. Oh the sweet, rich future!
"So exactly we did we accept his offer? We surely could force him to lower the price." Joahim was speaking to the CEO of Serenitech on the videophone. Yellow-tinted glasses where shining in the sun of the well-lit room of the Serenity Tower. Malcolm Sharpe really liked clean looks of his office and company. It always made the clients certain, that Serenitech wouldnt use dirty tactics. Oh, what a bunch of gullible idiots.
“Joahim. That will leave him in euphoria over the size of his bank account. He will now do anything to help us to industrialize that areas. Whats more, it will leave him in a very inconvenient position of being our ally. What we need to do now, is assure him that he is right. For now. I’ll leave for Stromburg in a few days to try to convince him to accept the deal done by Bur. Possibly also try to persuade him to help us get rid of him.”
“So he’s not, I mean Bur, is not our ally?”
"Oh no, Joahim, he wanted forty percents of our income from Nabbers! Nobody that tries to rob me is my friend, nor my ally."