Jiang Yan Hai and the others slowly closed in. This level of disguised infiltration was child's play for special forces soldiers, especially with the dogs barking in the yard covering their sounds.
Moreover, the farmhouse lights the owner had turned on, along with the vehicles' headlights, left those people in a brightly lit area, while Jiang Yan Hai and the others remained in complete darkness. The other side could not see them standing there.
"Well, well, Boss Yang. What's this? You've even picked up guns? You've got some nerve." There were twelve men in the three vehicles. Their leader was a white man in his forties, not a black man.
This was different from the Republic of Fenan. There were still relatively few white people who had lived here for a long time.
"Bamanhe, what do you want, coming here in the middle of the night?" The oldest middle-aged man asked directly in English.
"Nothing much. Boss Yang, here's my offer: one million Gadan. Sell us this farm and get the hell out of here. Otherwise, who knows when your whole family might end up feeding lions." The white man named Bamanhe sneered.
Gadan was the legal currency of the Republic of Goa... The official exchange rate was roughly 150 Gadan to 1 RMB. Uh... that was the official rate, one the country recognized in order to build ties with the other side. On the black market, the rate was at least 200 to 1, perhaps even higher.
Even using the official rate of 150 to 1, one million Gadan amounted to about 6,666 RMB. They wanted to buy a farm of at least a thousand acres for less than 7,000 RMB?
Even if land in the Republic of Goa was not as expensive as in countries like New Zealand,