When Nanyi flew to Montana and wanted to take a look at his land on the spot, Liang Huiwen flew to Samba and Mami Uchito to Agenyan.

Near Manaus, a small town near the Amazon rainforest in Samba, is being listed for sale. The farm is large, with 26,000 square kilometers, accounting for about 3‰ of Samba’s land area.

This farm is located in the Amazon River Basin, with rivers as its boundaries on the east, west and south sides.

There are plains to the south and low hills to the north. The forests in the farm have been cut down by about 42%, and the main ones have been cut down are plains.

The forest to the north is still in its original state. The original owner did not use the farm as a farm, but as a logging forest farm. He bought this land for the purpose of the wood on it.

According to the data, due to the loss of most of the forest, most of the land cannot retain water and droughts often occur.

Although the Amazon rainfall is abundant, rainwater falls to the surface and flows into the river without a day. The loess on the farm cannot contain water at all. For others, this farm may be of no use except for its large area.

After all, from a farm perspective, the yield rate of this land is too low. Even if its listing price is only 35 million US dollars, even if there is still room for bargaining at this price, it does not make much sense.

But for Nanyi, the greatest significance of this land is adjacent to the Amazon rainforest, so that it can easily get along with the indigenous people who do not exist in the rainforest, and spend ten years slowly managing this land into fertile land.

With the native brothers, Nan Yi didn't have to worry about waiting for the land to be managed well, and someone jumped out to pick peaches.

The native brothers will definitely be very loyal. Whoever can't get along with Nan Yi is the only one who can't get along with him; whoever wants to grab Nan Yi's land will catch him and roast him in the rainforest and eat.

Liang Huiwen flew to Manaus to check the land on site, and then flew to Rio de Janeiro to meet with the land owner Kovador.

"Miss Liang, have you seen the land?"

"Yes, Mr. Kovador, I already know the situation of the land."

Although Liang Huiwen was just taking a plane to take a quick look, she had already understood what she needed to know and what she should pay attention to.

She had seen that there were two gangs of natives living on that land, which should be more difficult to deal with, otherwise Kovador would have driven them away long ago.

"Then can we sign a contract?"

"Mr. Kovador, we have to discuss the price before signing the contract. You didn't tell me that there were two indigenous communities there, and you should know that these people are very troublesome."

“34 million.”

“30 million.”

“33 million.”

“31 million.”

"32 million, I would rather not sell it below this price."

"make a deal."

"Miss Liang, I have to say that if you make a lot of money, deforestation on the land can make you earn at least hundreds of millions of dollars."

"Mr. Kovador, if I not only can't cut down forests, but also replant trees in places you have already cut down? Can I still say I made a profit?"

"You won't really use it as a farm to operate it?"

"What I bought is a farm, which will take a few years to manage and then plant grain."

"Are you sure?"

"certainly."

"Very good. I can help you apply for a full interest-free loan, or you can apply for a lower income tax." Kovador promised.

Why is Kovador so attentive?

It's very simple. The reason why he sold this land was to run for the election of MPs, and his deforestation of forests has attracted criticism from others.

Although Samba has been clamoring to cut down more rainforests and expand his planting area, he is indeed doing this, but who made his camp opposed this proposition?

"Thank you, Mr. Kovador, I can introduce my boss to you for a chance."

"Honored."

Samba is a country with very complex tax revenues, with many names. Whether it is taxed or levied, it is impossible to figure out which taxes to pay, so that Samba companies need to raise one or two people to deal with tax issues.

But for farmers, its tax policy is very simple.

There is no agricultural tax, you only need to pay a very low personal income tax, and you can also apply for low-interest loans and interest-free loans.

Samba law stipulates that 25%-30% of deposits absorbed by all commercial banks must be used for agricultural loans, with interest of 8.75%, and general commercial loan interest of 16% to 25%.

When lending to farmers, the government has two priority policies. First, the government will provide special loans to crops and agricultural areas where the national economy needs to be developed first;

Second, to specific farmers, loans of 50%, 80% or even 100% can be issued based on land area, agricultural output value, agricultural productivity, etc., and they can be repaid in installments.

Agriculture relies on the weather for food. Due to natural conditions, the Samba government implements 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 also launched a "product sales plan". Two months before crop sowing, the government announced the minimum purchase price of crops.

Farmers choose planting varieties and areas according to local conditions based on the minimum price announced by the government. Once they cannot be sold when harvested, the government will allow middlemen to acquire them at a protective price, and the difference will be subsidized by the government.

The policy seems good, but the farmers in Samba are not what anyone wants to do. Strictly speaking, Samba has no farmers, only farmers and farm workers.

Samba is undercurrents under the calm surface, and it is difficult for ordinary people to develop here; but because of this, Samba is very suitable for Nanyi, which already has considerable strength, and is very suitable for the expansion of Nanliang Group.

Liang Huiwen signed a contract, completed the transfer procedures, and immediately flew to Australia. There is a 16,500 square kilometers farm "Clifton Hill Station" on the Birdsville track that is being listed for sale.

As soon as she left Samba, Rebekah took a team of people to the ground in Manaus, and then she entered the Amazon rainforest and disappeared.

...

Montana, Grand Falls.

Nan Yi was driving a farm vehicle himself, holding the steering wheel, and driving forward in a straight line.

Along the way, he didn't stop, just a straight line. When he encountered hills, he would climb over hills. When he encountered small rivers, he would just flow directly, and when he encountered farmland, he would just run over.

I rushed around and drove for two hours before I arrived in front of a cement pier with red paint on it and white letters on it. I saw that it said: Private territory, no entry is allowed!

Nan Yi shouted wildly, opened his hands, turned around in circles, and soared on his own land.

"This is my land, it's all my land. I plant whatever I like to plant. I don't want to plant it. I don't want to plant it. I don't want to sell it. I don't want to sell it. I don't want to harvest it. I don't want to harvest it. I don't want to harvest it. I don't want to harvest it. I don't want to harvest it. I don't want to play.

In less than five years, grain futures will be my territory. I will rise if I want it to rise and fall if I want it to fall. But I will not go out of the market to speculate, so I will charge protection fees and I will not pay back the grain.

I'll let you lose everything...

Wow!"

When he was tired, Nan Yi lay on the ground casually. Mother Dadi held him in his arms and murmured softly: "The ground is planted, not fried. Don't put nails on me anymore. Mom is afraid of pain."

"My mother, the children no longer eat food. We have changed to eating bricks and cement. My favorite snack for children is steel bars, which are crispy! There are also tiled biscuits, which I like to eat, too. I can eat a lot at a time."

"Silly kids, you can't eat too much, you have to eat something bad."

"No, I'm going to eat it."

"I really can't do anything to you, hiss..."

Mother Earth frowned, looking at the soles of her feet that had been hurt again, black blood sprayed out; but she could only shake her head in pampering, scolding the magma guards in anger, looking up at the sky, looking 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 sad and sad. She didn't know how long her younger son could stay at home. She didn't know if her elder son would bully her younger son.

Nan Yi was lying on the ground happily, his wife and children were warm on the kang, 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 jin of fish. The country life is so simple and boring and boring.

He can now tell Nan Ruoyan that in addition to money, she will soon have several more things that can be used as units of measurement for billions.

Suddenly, the sun was blocked and a voice interrupted Nan Yi's thoughts.

"Old and Xiao, the phone number is in Wenchang."

"Is it urgent?"

"It should be no hurry."

"Oh, then I'll talk about it later." Nan Yi said lazily.

Nan Yi was lying there, lying until the sunset, then got up, drove the farm truck back to the warehouse, pulled out the water pipe and rinsed it carefully, and even gave it a bubble to let it enjoy a bubble bath.

After washing, the agricultural vehicle became new and new.

When I got into the car, I received a call from Wenchangwei through the middle, "Uncle Xian, what's the matter?"

Xian Yaodong said on the phone: "Come back quickly. Something happened in the village and needs to be dealt with."

"I must go back?"

"It's better to come back."

"Okay, I know, I'll be here in three or four days."

"Okay, wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Nan Yi's mind circulated. No big thing happened in China now, and he didn't know what was going on.

On that day, Nan Yi was camping on his own land. The next day, he hurriedly left Montana without having time to go to another city.

His land is distributed in more than 20 cities in Montana, and it takes some time to finish the viewing.

On December 7, heavy snow.

Nan Yi crossed the level and returned to Shenzhen. He did not follow a large number of bodyguards, but only followed the tiger cub and the school beauties, nor did he take the bus to come. When he arrived at the level, he asked the bus to go back.

The sky, the drizzle, adds a bit of Jiangnan poetry to winter.

When I walked into the Wenchang area, the drizzle that fell straight became crooked. When the wind blew, the light rain flowers escaped from the oil umbrella, hit the clothes, pants, and covered the toe with wet mud.

I turned around and passed by the Nanbu, looked at the door of my house, and did not touch it. I accelerated my pace and continued to walk towards the village committee.

Passing by the river, Angju, wearing a straw raincoat, was still fishing for his loneliness by the river. When he saw Nan Yi, he smiled on his face, took off the trumpet on his back, and blew it on his lips.

“Have you caught it?”

"Are you stupid? How can you catch fish with a straight hook?"

"Yes, I asked a stupid question!"

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Chapter completed!