CH 820

Chapter 820: The first cocoa plantation

More than thirty people who could serve as translators were ecstatic and cheered.

However, there were still over a hundred refugees who hadn't found employment yet and didn't know what to do.

These hundred-plus individuals listened to their companions' good fortune and felt envious, jealous, and resentful. They couldn't work as translators and didn't know how to proceed. They desperately wanted such a good job. They were itching to grab hold of the opportunity, but what could they do if they couldn't?

They looked at Robb with pitiful eyes.

Robb's head was also aching. He couldn't bear to have them work in mining, stone construction, or road building. These malnourished people, what could they do?

After much consideration, Robb thought to himself, [ Well, Miss Queen was just talking about wanting to eat chocolate, but the cocoa beans from the neighboring tribes have all been collected and are currently unavailable. Why not establish the world's first cocoa bean plantation? I can keep these two hundred-plus refugees to help manage the plantation, responsible for harvesting, picking, selecting, drying, grinding, and producing cocoa powder, and other miscellaneous tasks. As long as there are appropriate machines, these tasks won't be too physically demanding, and they should be able to handle them.]

Robb shouted loudly to the remaining hundred-plus people, "You don't need to worry. I have figured out what you can do. Ahem! You will become workers on my cocoa bean plantation."

As soon as he said these words, the more than thirty translators next to him all spoke in unison, helping with the translations. It became a chaotic scene.

Robb said, "..."

This was unreasonable.

Angrily, Robb said, "Disperse, all of you. Kante, take these translators to different departments in the town, assigning one to each place that requires translation."

Kante nodded with a smile and then turned to the young, decent-looking female translator. He said, "You will stay here as Godfather's dedicated translator." Then, he addressed the others, saying, "The rest of you, follow me."

Robb shook his head inwardly. Even Kante had become corrupt! He intentionally left me with a young, good-looking female translator. But never mind, I also like young, attractive female translators. Who wants a male translator anyway?

He turned back to the refugees and said, "Go to the north of the town and clear a piece of land. I will plant cocoa trees there. From now on, you will be responsible for taking care of my cocoa trees. As for your wages... they will be twenty kilograms of potatoes less than what the translators receive. That's settled."