Spring Thunder Chapter 0261 The Birth of a Big Landlord
While Nan Yi flew to Montana to see her own land in person, Liang Huiwen flew to Samba and Ueto Masami flew to Argentina.
Near Manaus, a small town closest to the Amazon rainforest in Samba, there is a farm that is being put up for sale. The farm is very large, covering an area of 26,000 square kilometers, which accounts for about 3‰ of Samba’s land area.
The farm is located in the Amazon River basin, with the river forming the boundary on the east, west and south sides.
There are plains to the south and low hills to the north. About 42% of the forests on the farm have been cut down, mainly in the plains.
The forest on the north side is still in its original state. The original owner did not operate this farm as a farm, but as a logging farm. He bought this land just for the timber.
Data shows that because most of the forests have been lost, most of the land cannot retain water and droughts often occur.
Although the Amazon has abundant rainfall, the rain falls on the ground and flows into the river within a day. The loess on the farm cannot retain water at all. To others, this farm may be useless except for its large area.
After all, from the perspective of a farm, the productivity of this land is too low. Even if its listing price is only 35 million US dollars, and even if there is room for bargaining at this price, it doesn't make much sense.
But for Nan Yi, the greatest significance of this piece of land is that it is adjacent to the Amazon rainforest. This way, he can easily make friends with the indigenous people who do not yet exist in the rainforest, and spend ten years to slowly turn this land into fertile farmland.
With the indigenous brothers, Nan Yi doesn't have to worry about someone jumping out to reap the benefits after he has managed the land well.
The indigenous brothers will definitely be very loyal. Whoever makes trouble for Nan Yi will be made trouble for him. Whoever wants to seize Nan Yi’s land will be captured by him and roasted in the rain forest.
Liang Huiwen first flew to Manaus to inspect the land in person, and then flew to Rio de Janeiro to meet with the owner of the land, Covador.
"Miss Liang, have you seen the land?"
"Yes, Mr. Covador, I have a basic understanding of the land situation."
Although Liang Huiwen only took a quick flight to see the sights, he had already learned what he needed to know and paid attention to what he should pay attention to.
She had seen that there were two groups of indigenous people living on that land. They should be difficult to deal with, otherwise Covador would have driven them away long ago.
"Can we sign the contract now?"
"Mr. Covador, we need to discuss the price before signing the contract. You didn't tell me that there are two indigenous groups there. You know, they are very troublesome."
"34 million."
"30 million."
"33 million."
"31 million."
"32 million, I would rather not sell it for less than this price."
"make a deal."
"Miss Liang, I have to say that you made a lot of money. Cutting down the forests on your land will make you at least hundreds of millions of dollars."
"Mr. Covadore, what if I not only won't cut down the forest, but will also plant new trees in the place where you have already cut down the trees? Can I still say that I have made a profit?"
"You're not really running this as a farm, are you?"
"What I bought was a farm. I will spend a few years to manage it and then grow food."
"Are you sure?"
"certainly."
"Very good, I can help you apply for a full interest-free loan , and I can also help you apply for a lower amount of income tax." Covador assured.
Why is Covador so attentive?
It's simple. The reason he sold the land was to run for parliament, and his act of cutting down forests has been criticized by others.
Although Samba has been clamoring to cut down more rainforests and expand his planting area, and he is indeed doing so, who can blame him for the fact that his camp is opposed to this proposition?
"Thank you, Mr. Covador. I can introduce my boss to you if there's a chance."
“It’s my honor.”
Samba is a country with a very complicated tax system, with numerous items. Whether it is the tax collector or the taxed, no one has a clear idea of which taxes they have to pay, so much so that companies in Samba need to hire one or two people to handle tax issues specifically.
But for farmers, its tax policy is very simple.
There is no agricultural tax, only very low personal income tax needs to be paid, and you can also apply for low-interest and interest-free loans.
Samba law stipulates that all commercial banks must use 25%-30% of deposits for agricultural loans at an interest rate of 8.75%, while general commercial loan interest rates are 16% to 25%.
When lending to farmers, the government has two priority policies: first, the government grants special loans to crops and agricultural areas that need to be given priority in the national economy;
Second, for specific farmers, 50%, 80% or even 100% loans will be issued based on the land area, agricultural output value, agricultural productivity, etc., and the loans can be repaid in installments.
Agriculture depends on the weather and is restricted by natural conditions. The Samba government has implemented an agricultural insurance system, which is exclusively operated by the central bank and is divided into full insurance and segmented insurance.
In addition, the Samba government has launched a "product sale plan". Two months before the planting of crops, the government announces the minimum purchase price of crops.
Farmers independently choose planting varieties and planting areas according to local conditions based on the minimum price announced by the government. If they cannot sell their crops at harvest, the government will allow middlemen to purchase them at a protective price, and the government will subsidize the difference.
The policy seems good, but not everyone can be a farmer in Samba. Strictly speaking, there are no farmers in Samba, only farmers and farm workers.
Beneath the calm surface of Samba, there are turbulent undercurrents, and it is difficult for ordinary people to develop here; but precisely because of this, Samba is very suitable for the development of Nanyi, which already has considerable strength, and is very suitable for the expansion of Nanliang Group.
Liang Huiwen signed the contract, completed the transfer procedures, and immediately flew to Australia. On the Birdsville track, there is a 16,500 square kilometer farm "Clifton Hill Station" that is listed for sale.
As soon as she left Samba, Rebecca landed in Manaus with a small team, and then disappeared into the Amazon rainforest.
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Great Falls, Montana.
Nan Yi was driving a farm vehicle by himself, holding the steering wheel and driving forward in a straight line.
Along the way, he did not stop, just went in a straight line. When he encountered a hill, he climbed over it, when he encountered a small ditch, he waded through the water, and when he encountered a farmland, he drove through it.
After driving recklessly and shouting for two hours, we finally arrived at a cement pier that was painted red with white letters on top of the red paint. It read: Private territory, no trespassing!
Nan Yi shouted crazily, opened his arms, spun in circles, and soared over his own land.
"This is my land. It's all my land. I can plant whatever I want. I can plant or not plant if I'm not in the mood. I can sell it or not. I can say it will be a poor harvest or a good harvest. I just want to have fun.
Within five years, grain futures will be my territory. I can make it go up or down as I please. But I won’t speculate in it. I will just collect protection fees. If I don’t pay, you still want to speculate in grain?
I'll make you bankrupt...
Wow! "
When he was tired of walking, Nan Yi just lay on the ground casually. Mother Earth held him in her arms and whispered softly: "The land is for planting, not for frying. Don't hammer nails into me anymore. Mom is afraid of pain."
"Mother, the children no longer eat grains. We eat bricks and fried cement instead. My favorite snack is steel bars. They are so crunchy! I also like tile biscuits. I can eat a lot of them at one time."
"Silly child, even if it tastes good, you can't eat too much, or you'll get a stomachache."
"No, no, I want to eat."
"I really can't do anything with you, hiss..."
Mother Earth frowned, looking at the newly injured sole of her foot with black blood gushing out; she could only shake her head lovingly, scold the angry magma guard, look up at the sky, through hundreds of millions of light years, looking at her eldest son who had run away from home for tens of millions of years.
She was depressed and didn't know how long her youngest son could stay at home, and she didn't know whether her older son would bully her younger son.
Nan Yi lay on the ground happily, with a wife and children, a warm bed, hundreds of millions of acres of land, hundreds of millions of cattle and sheep, hundreds of millions of pigs, hundreds of millions of chickens, and hundreds of millions of kilograms of fish. Life in the country was so simple and unpretentious, yet boring.
He could now tell Nan Ruoyin that in addition to money, she would soon have a few more things that could be measured in 100 million.
Suddenly, the sunlight was blocked and a voice interrupted Nan Yi's thoughts.
"Boss, phone call, from Wenchangwei."
"Is it urgent?"
"It shouldn't be urgent."
"Oh, let's talk about it later." Nan Yi said lazily.
Nan Yi just lay there until the sun set before getting up, driving the farm vehicle back to the warehouse, pulling out the water pipe to rinse it carefully, and applying bubbles to it so that it could enjoy a bubble bath.
After washing, the farm vehicle becomes brand new again.
After getting in the car, the call was transferred to Wenchangwei, "Uncle Xian, what's the matter?"
Xian Yaodong said on the phone: "Come back quickly, something happened in the village and we need to deal with it."
"Do I have to go back?"
"Better come back."
"Okay, got it. It will arrive in three or four days."
"Okay, I'll wait for you to come back."
After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi thought about it. There was nothing big happening in the country right now, and he didn’t know what had happened.
That day, Nan Yi camped on his own land, and the next day he left Montana in a hurry without having time to visit another city.
His land is spread across more than twenty cities in Montana, and it would take some time to see them all.
On December 7th, it snowed heavily.
Nan Yi crossed the checkpoint and returned to Shencun. He was not accompanied by a large group of bodyguards, only Tiger Cub and the school beauty. He did not come by car. When he arrived at the checkpoint, he asked the car to go back.
The misty drizzle adds a touch of Jiangnan poetic charm to the winter.
Walking into the Wenchang area, the drizzle became slanted. Blown by the wind, the light raindrops escaped the umbrella and hit my clothes and pants, and also covered the toes of my shoes with wet mud.
He turned a corner and passed by the South House, glanced at the door, but did not touch it. He quickened his pace and continued walking towards the village committee.
Passing by the river, Angju, wearing a straw raincoat, was still fishing in his loneliness by the river. When he saw Nan Yi, a smile broke out on his face. He took off the trumpet on his back and put it to his lips to blow.
"Did you catch anything?"
"Are you stupid? How can you catch a fish with a straight hook?"
"Oh yeah, I asked a stupid question!"
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