"Cooperate in the development of oil? Mr. Wilson, at this time, does your company still have confidence in the Republic of Assam?"

Moran said with a wry smile while shook hands with him.

"Your Excellency Prime Minister, I am very confident!"

Wilson smiled, then took out a document from his bag and placed it on the table in front of Moran and continued, "Of course, you have to sign this contract."

Moran took the document in confusion. This was a commercial contract that had been drafted long ago, granting Dutch Oriental Petroleum's oil exploration, mining and franchise rights in the territory of the Assam Republic. In addition, it also stipulates a tax rate similar to those oil giants in the Middle East. Oriental Petroleum has built oil pipelines in Assam and contracted railway franchise rights. In short, there are many contents, and even the power to establish a security company to hold armed forces. Although it is quite dark, it is similar to what those multinational consortiums did in small countries at this time.

But at such a time, if he came up with such a contract, the meaning behind it is not that simple.

"Mr. Wilson, I think you have more to know, right? Although our country is facing a critical moment of life and death, such a contract that can be described as traitoring is not something we can accept."

He said lightly.

"No, this is just a simple business contract and has nothing to do with any political conditions.

You need to know, first, whether Assam has a large oil field, we don’t know, we have to take huge risks, second, if you sign this contract, we have to solve the current troubles for your country. This also requires huge investment. The risk is so great and investment is so much. If there is no reasonable return, no investor will do it.

What's more, if we really find large oil fields in Assam, we will definitely build refineries, petrochemical plants, power plants, and even railways and oil pipelines here. These can bring countless employment opportunities to your country and even take you to the industrial era quickly. You see, the people of Assam can get countless benefits."

Wilson smiled and said, as if he was not here to suck blood now, but to lead the Assam people to the savior of the Four Modernizations.

Moran smiled and still didn't say anything. As a jurist who graduated from Oxford University, he was not a fool. Of course, he knew what these multinational consortiums were.

"Of course, as a thank you to the Prime Minister, you will get one percent of Oriental Petroleum shares."

Wilson then said.

This is the truth.

"I want five percent."

Moran said.

"At most two percent, you should know that in the current chaos of your country, it is not difficult to change to a prime minister."

"Okay, but as a shareholder, I should have the right to know who the other shareholders of this company are? You must know that I am working with you with my head in hand. You must at least give me the confidence to continue to cooperate."

Moran said with a smile.

"Of course, of course you have the right to know who there are still shareholders. In fact, there are only three major shareholders of Oriental Petroleum, one is Earl Clement, a member of the British Parliament House, and the other is Lord Mountbatten, the Governor of India. I think these two names are enough to give you confidence, right?"

Wilson said.

Moran swallowed with difficulty. Not only did he already have confidence, but he also knew that Assam must have a large oil field, otherwise it would be impossible to attract big tycoons of this level.

"What about one shareholder left?"

He asked with a trembling slight trembling.

"The other is the largest shareholder," Wilson paused and said, "Yang Feng, head of the Ming Empire."

As soon as the name was spoken, Moran already knew that the bureau had already begun when Mountbatten invited him to New Delhi and told himself that the British government was interested in making Assam independent.

What these big crocodiles are waiting for is to cut off a piece of the largest fat meat during the division of the Indian country.

But that's not what he needs to consider.

He just needs to know that he has a portion of this fat piece himself.

As for selling the country, huh, not everyone is qualified to sell the country. What's more, since Yang Feng is the number one major shareholder, he must ensure Assam's establishment, and next...

"What do I need to do next?"

He said with a smile.

"The first is to sign a contract, and the second is that I think there should be Chinese among the bandits in your border areas, right?"

"Yes, I just reported the day before yesterday that two Chinese were killed by the baozi."

"Then you have the responsibility to notify the Ming Empire of this kind. As far as I know, according to their laws, all Chinese people will automatically have the nationality of the Ming Empire. Since they are citizens of the Ming Empire, you are of course obliged to inform them when they are killed. The bandits in your country are so rampant, and the safety of other Chinese people is difficult to guarantee. If the Ming Empire wants to send troops to protect the expatriates in your country, I think your government should not object, right? Moreover, their heads of state is very caring for the citizens of their country. At the beginning, the Javanese bao killed twenty Chinese, but he killed 20,000 Javanese to bury his people. Since the bandits in your country killed the Chinese, if Yang Fengyuan wanted to retaliate against the bandits in your country, I think your government can also understand and provide some help.

Is it right?"

Wilson said.

“Verified.”

Moran said with a smile.

Three hours later, Prime Minister of the Commonwealth Assam Autonomous Region, Moran, apologized to the head of the Ming Empire through the Ming Empire Radio Station in an open letter. Two Chinese were unfortunately killed in the cross-border attacks of the Indian bandits in the northwest border area of ​​Assam. On behalf of the Assam government and people, he would like to express his sincere apology to the Ming Empire government and people.

Nehru of New Delhi was sitting there comfortably listening to good news from all sides. The open letter suddenly appeared on the radio shocked his head and then cold sweat came out.

Although the distance is far away, he is still very clear about the principle of fire, theft and defense of Yang Feng. Wherever this Southeast Asian bully goes, there are creatures everywhere, and you will know that it is a war. Just look at Java. The good Republic of Indonesia has become a sea of ​​corpses and blood. His hand reaches into the Indian Ocean, which is definitely not good news.

Of course this guy wouldn't think that Moran's open letter was so simple.

"Quickly, send a message to General Timaya, immediately transfer the armored troops into Assam in the name of pursuing bandits, and you must take down Gohati as quickly as possible."

He hurriedly said to Colonel Kaul, who was reporting on the battle situation beside him.

Colonel Kaul hadn't understood yet.

"Go quickly!"

Nehru shouted impatiently.

Kaul hurried to send the report, but he sat down anxiously and said to himself: "I hope it's still time."

However, it was too late.

(Thanks to the book friend Bai, who sits alone to watch the world, the rules, and the man who is storming the wind, 001's reward, it is said to be on the shelves on the first day of next month)
Chapter completed!