African real estate tycoon Kang

"Buy property?"

The black king was taken aback at first, then overjoyed.

Without hesitation, he said, "I'll give you a few sets; the royal family owns an estate near the Mayo River..."

"No rush, no rush."

Kang De immediately stopped him. A manor or something like that sounded very small; it probably wouldn't even have room for a few tanks... He said, "No rush. How about one of those larger warehouses around Moyani?"

Chakat II pondered for a moment, then said, "Yes, there is a small supply depot owned by the royal family. Why?"

Kang De said, "Could you sell it to me? I need to store some things there."

The king generously replied, "I won't sell it, it's yours to use as you please."

Kang De thought for a moment and said, "I think I'll buy it."

He hadn't had time to test the mechanism of buying property to unlock maps, to figure out the logic behind the White Mist World, how it determined whether he owned a place, and whether there were any other restrictions.

... No, I did try.

For example, quietly run to the rooftop, look around to make sure no one is there, spread your arms wide, and shout.

"I am the King of the World!"

Nothing of note happened.

There's no opportunity to test it domestically, but in Comora, we might be able to study the map-opening mechanism properly, but that will have to wait until the war between the two sides ends.

We're in a rush to open a new map, so we need to proceed in the safest way possible.

This refers to a legally valid and notarized purchase of ownership.

The king smiled and said, "If you insist, I'll sell it to you for one yuan."

Kang De, of course, wasn't interested in saving that little bit of money; playing it safe was his top priority. "I insist on buying at market price."

Chakat was silent for a moment, then said seriously, "Kang De, my friend, may I call you that? You saved many lives today, and I only want to repay you..."

"There are many ways to express gratitude. In fact, I will not hesitate to ask for your help in the future, but not now. I appreciate your kindness, but I still insist on buying and selling at market price because I will be buying more than one property in the future, and the area will be larger. If I give it away now, what will I expect in the future? If I give it away, you will feel bad; if I don't, I will be unhappy—so let's be clear about the accounts from the beginning."

King Chakat fell silent again.

After a while, he muttered, "I'd give away any amount of land, no matter how large."

Kang De chuckled and remained silent.

He wouldn't believe such polite words... Perhaps they were sincere, perhaps the king's intentions were genuine, but that didn't mean these feelings would never change; the human heart is inherently difficult to fathom.

Hearing his laughter, the king emphasized, "I'm telling the truth!"

Let's talk about these things later.

Kang De glanced at the Russian mercenaries who were dismantling the parachute system and said, "Please point me to the location, and then prepare a contract and proof of ownership—it's not that I don't trust you, Your Mr. Wang, but it's always better to be formal. Rules are rules."

"Alright, alright, you're the Guardian, you're in charge."

Even after the king ended the call, he was still secretly pleased.

Because Kang De never objected to this designation.

The P-7 Airdrop Platform is equipped with rollers at its bottom, allowing it to move even when towed by a transport vehicle. The three captured transport trucks that Kang De brought this time were more than enough.

However, considering the speed issue, Kang De still moved some of the supplies and weapons onto the truck.

Damn, Russians are such a hassle.

If it were just a loot drop, Kang De could simply pick it up in the White Mist World. Now he has to drive there to transport it... But how should I put it...

He glanced at the Shilka Self-Propelled Anti-Aircraft Gun, which was already activated.

--I don't believe you that there aren't any hidden tracking devices inside.

You should just stay in Moyani.

I, Kang De, like to buy all sorts of weapons and equipment and then store them in a warehouse for eight hundred years without ever using them.

If you can guess from this strange phenomenon that I can connect to a mirror world exactly like Earth, and that I can replicate various things on Earth by buying houses, opening maps, and advancing time anchors, and then use these things to launch an interdimensional war—then I've lost.

Kang De and Kirov were traveling in the same car. The night journey was slow and boring. He took out his phone to chat with his father—he had left a phone for his dad before he left.

What are the house prices like in Comora?

He had assumed that in this smallest and poorest place in Africa, housing prices would be ridiculously low, and there would be absolutely no concept of real estate. But his father's answer surprised him.

It's expensive, still very expensive.

"Because Comora has absolutely no industrial capacity; they have to import all their building materials."

Kang Jinzhu wrote on WeChat: "A brick that sells for one yuan in China will sell for ten yuan here. You should have seen this along the way. Many houses in the Comora People are only half-built or unpainted. It's normal. That's how the locals are. They build a little bit as they earn money. It takes at least two generations of effort to build a complete house, and sometimes even three generations."

Kang De thought for a moment and replied, "It's alright, I'm coming to support our brothers in the Third World and build socialism with them."

Kang Jinzhu sent him a middle finger emoji—the first thing he did after getting his phone and installing WeChat was to sync the emojis over.

Then Papa Kang wrote, "I've found you a fair and honest BCC reporter. You'll have to cooperate with her for an interview. Go ahead and badmouth the France; this United Kingdom lady will definitely cooperate."

Kang De showed a look of disgust and even wanted to send the video to his mother immediately.

He replied, "What are you up to now?"

"People always need to give some explanation to their deceased colleagues, and nothing is more appropriate than exposing the heinous acts of the France and including the deceased colleagues as one of the reporters."

The father's actions were, of course, based on his own considerations.

"The motherland will help you cover it up. Forcibly covering it up won't work. It's better to guide than to suppress. The higher-ups will definitely choose to guide public opinion rather than suppress it. In other words, they will portray you as an ordinary tough guy who has received military training and went to Africa alone to rescue his father. Since that's the case, why not take the initiative and the right to speak into our hands? With Miss Alina's cooperation, we can decide the content and key points of the propaganda."

"... Okay, we'll talk about it later."

Moyani and Kang Jinzhu put their phones back in their pockets and sighed.

Ah, I really want to encourage this reporter to pester Kang De, then film some videos and send them to Wang Xiaoman... But never mind, who knows what kind of trouble that might cause? Xiaoman is our last hope.

You can't do something that would harm your son.

--But this little bastard has grown wings and is so arrogant now, it's so annoying.

He was racking his brains when he suddenly saw the king striding towards him. "Jingzhu! I have an idea!"

When Kang De arrived at his destination according to the directions given by the king, the king was already waiting there with his men. As soon as Kang De got out of the car, the entire hastily assembled guards present raised their guns and saluted, their eyes almost unrestrained, revealing fanaticism and excitement, and they all shouted in unison.

Unfortunately, I couldn't understand it.

The king took a folder from a secretary and walked toward Kang De.

"Everything is ready."

A secretary naturally came over to take the lead, the two signed the documents, and the property certificate was handed over. The money was then transferred on the spot using a POS machine that appeared out of nowhere. The card was given to them by Xie Liqian. As for the procedures and time involved in the large transfer, even the governor of the Comora National Bank was summoned for an on-site meeting.

Soon.

The formalities are complete.

"Now, it's yours."

The king pointed to the vast area of several thousand square meters behind Kang De.

As a logistics transit point—of course, with the war already underway, there was practically no supplies—only some bulky, useless building materials and garbage piled up together. The France were too lazy to even plant bombs there.

"Drive in."

Kang De said to the mercenaries, "This will be your supply and rest base for now."

There are currently two groups of people who temporarily submit to Kang De.

The first group consisted of mercenaries from northern Northern Myanmar rescued by the France.

These Myanmar were quite straightforward. They witnessed Kang De chasing the France convoy, using supernatural powers, and summoning copper ball puppets to wreak havoc. Knowing they had seen something they shouldn't have, their leader approached Kang Jinzhu before Kang De could speak, offering his loyalty—for a perfectly legitimate reason: Kang De had saved their lives, and they naturally wanted to repay Kang De with their own.

Such a choice is quite normal.

Which would you choose: working for a powerful superhuman or being silenced by them?

Moreover, Kang De seems to need these professionals, at least for now.

The other wave, of course, was the Russian team brought by Kirov.

Leading the group was Dimitri, a bodyguard for an arms dealer and a former officer in the Vympel unit. According to Kirov, these soldiers were all retired Russian soldiers who made a living as bodyguards. When Kirov mentioned that, the Russian shrugged helplessly and uttered a classic China internet slang phrase. "You know that."

Kang De certainly understood.

It's too obvious. Russia simply can't be bothered to cover it up, or perhaps they know they can't hide it anyway, so they've simply stopped trying.

Of these two units, the Russian unit from Vympel seems to be more formidable. In terms of tactical proficiency, military skills, and training subjects, as the elite regular army of a former superpower, it is certainly much stronger than the mercenaries in Northern Myanmar —but that's not necessarily true.

Mercenaries in Northern Myanmar have been involved in numerous armed operations, while the Russian troops are retired soldiers who have been working as bodyguards for a long time. If the two sides were to clash and fight with similar equipment, it would be hard to say who would have the upper hand.

Of these two groups, the Myanmar are more trustworthy, but only to a limited extent. It's ridiculous for mercenaries to talk about loyalty, especially foreign mercenaries who are hired by money.

The Russians are undoubtedly Russia spies with a special mission—but it doesn't matter.

In any case, Kang De didn't intend for these two groups to do anything important.

They check and balance each other, engage in internal strife and surveillance, and usually just do some rough and tiring work.

Cars and the self-propelled anti-aircraft gun rumbled into the makeshift base. Kang De, unable to contain himself, said to the king, "I'm going to take a piss."

Then he dashed inside, his figure as swift as lightning, disappearing into the darkness and activating his ability.

Wandering through White Mist World.

The scene was dark and desolate, with rough mud underfoot, piles of building materials, low warehouses, several trucks parked on the road, and a self-propelled anti-aircraft gun.

"--yeah!"

Kang De swung his fist forcefully.

He immediately returned to Earth, then flashed back and came back.

Those Black people who understood Chinese had already told their companions what the respected Guardian had just said, so they all looked on in amazement, thinking, "The Guardian is fast and has a high rate of fire."

Kang De gestured for the Black King to come to the side and took a map out of his pocket.

Buying a house in Moyani is just a temporary solution to deal with all these guns and cannons.

He suddenly realized that there were even bigger, denser, and more lucrative opportunities to fleece him.

"Your Majesty, I have another place I wish to purchase..."

Kang De's words became increasingly polite, even literary.

The king was puzzled, but he wasn't stupid either. Seeing Kang De's polite manner, he realized something was amiss.

"... Where?" He looked troubled. "The king's tomb? Or my home?"

"None of those."

Chakat II breathed a sigh of relief; apart from those two places, everything else was fine.

Then he saw Kang De point to a spot on the map. "Can I buy this place?"

"Of course... hiss..."

The king gasped. "This... is a France military base?"

Kang De blinked his innocent, large eyes. "Yes, yes."

"This..."

Chakat II hesitated for a moment, then said, "We previously signed an agreement for a long lease period. Breaching the agreement would damage the nation's reputation... I can use the King's name to declare the agreement null and void, expel the French troops, and reclaim the base, but, Kang De..."

He looked at Kang De and said sincerely, "I won't do this until I've officially contacted and agreed on some things with your country. Can you understand?"

"Okay, okay."

Kang De shrugged, then pointed nearby. "Where can I buy land near this military base area? Can you set aside a piece, not too much, and sell it to me?"

"Sure, sure... What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, I won't bring the cannons over there; I just want to annoy the France."

The king was skeptical, but he still agreed to Kang De's purchase request and drafted a contract as quickly as possible, and had the property notarized. This is one of the advantages of a monarchical state with real power; it's very convenient.

"Alright, everyone get back to work, I'm going to take a dump."

After Kang De finished speaking, he ran off in a flash, hardly pausing for a moment.

"Hey, Kang De, I need to talk to you about something..."

Before he could finish speaking, Kang De had vanished without a trace.

"Oh ho ho, oh ho ho, this is so damn convenient! Much more convenient than buying a house next to United States Forces Japan! France base, France base, France base..."

Kang De rode his giant eagle into the night sky, pointed at the map, and soared toward the land he had just acquired. Ximo flapped his wings, moving at great speed, and soon they arrived at their destination.

The outline of the military base's air station can even be seen in the distance.

It was still shining with lights.

State of combat readiness.

Your gear is good; it's mine now.

Kang De snapped his fingers and entered the White Mist World.

"Wow... damn!"

Surprise, and holy crap!

The surprise was that they successfully mapped out this area.

Holy crap, it's...

As far as the eye could see, the White Mist was almost glued to their faces.

In theory, the map could be extended to the area around the military base, or even inside it. But in reality, the white White Mist didn't extend far enough, as if blocked by some invisible force. Kang De pressed his hand against the soft yet tangible white fog wall, and this time, he felt a chilling and intense sense of rejection.

He looked back and saw that the area behind him had expanded to a great distance, which was normal map expansion.

The fog wall is far away.

Teleporting there, I felt the White Mist behind me. The White Mist was soft and peaceful, just like the one near my neighborhood.

"Military base, military..."

He seemed to understand something.

And they vaguely realized something.

The mechanism of opening maps by buying houses probably isn't limited to just purchasing... otherwise, what would happen to no-owner lands?

In other words...

He seemed lost in thought.

Just then, the Quantum Signal Generator, which had been silent for a long time, lit up again.

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PS1: Update... Ah, traveling is such a hassle. Running around all day and then having to write at night, I'm exhausted... Goodnight, goodnight, time for bed.