Hawaii, Kauai.
"Mr. Kirkov, your asking price is too high. We inspected your land; the yield simply isn't sufficient, and labor is also scarce in Hawaii. Kauai is unlike the several large islands in the southeast, so we can only offer four hundred pounds."
Kirkov still wanted to haggle. Although he agreed with what Rogge had said, who would not want to sell for a good price if they could?
"Six hundred pounds, not a penny less. If it is below that price, I will not sell the local farm," Kirkov stressed.
"Four hundred and fifty pounds at most. That is only because of the considerable investment you made earlier. You should know that this price is enough to buy a farm of the same size in the western United States. If you went to the several large islands in the southeast, you could even expand your farm by more than double. If you do not accept this offer, we will first acquire those small farms, and future offers will not exceed three hundred and eighty pounds. By then, even if you want to sell, it will be impossible." Rogge was equally resolute.
After pondering for a moment, Kirkov felt that the price was indeed sincere enough. Once he sold the land, he could easily buy an equal area of land near Honolulu.
"Deal. But I have one condition as well: throw in a case of alcohol. Not vodka—I want red wine."
Grinding his teeth, Rogge said, "No problem, for the sake of our old friendship."
After three months of wrangling, East Africa finally secured this land, which also meant that East Africa had completed its first move in Hawaii.
East Africa had coveted Hawaii for a long time, but Hawaii's situation was complicated, so East Africa planned to follow