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Chapter 1049: Chapter 921: The Order from Mozambique (Please Subscribe!)
The next day.
Su Rui woke up with a start.
He discovered that outside, a hazy drizzle had begun to fall.
The weather was slightly chilly.
The air was filled with that distinctive scent of rain, somewhat familiar, yet also strangely foreign. The movie on the TV had paused too, a feature Su Rui had discovered the previous night—on-demand.
On the TV here, you could demand movies and TV series episodes, and even watch program replays, which completely dazzled Su Rui because such ’black tech’ seemed like it had yet to appear domestically.
Yet, it had already emerged here.
Before, whenever he wanted to watch replays.
He could almost only resort to the Internet.
Now.
Here, he could watch TV replays from a long period back, the farthest going back to last September, presumably because that was when the TV network here was first established.
It wasn’t just the local TV stations.
Even the Huaxia TV channels they could receive were no exception.
All sorts of domestic and international TV shows, movies, and programs were immensely comprehensive, making his eyes swim.
Consequently.
He joyfully played with it for more than an hour.
During that time, he also discovered something—that there were strict restrictions on many themes in the programs here; movies and TV shows propagating ghosts, mysteries, puzzles, beliefs, and violence were almost non-existent.
It was even stricter than back home.
Eventually.
While playing "The Golden Box" starred by Stephen Chow.
A movie he had seen no less than thirty times.
Su Rui drifted off to sleep without realizing it.
"Director Su, it seems that technological innovation here is even faster than back home, with 4G construction taking the lead and the ability to demand TV and high-speed wireless networks that haven’t even appeared domestically yet."
Hearing this.
Standing on the balcony, Su Rui’s gaze sharpened, and he said lightly, "This place might give the world a surprise in the future."
...
After breakfast.
They began their ’inspection’ journey.
They took a very long bus to the train station.
Preparing to try the highly recommended railway loop tour found online.
This was a circular tourism route connecting all the towns in the Myanmar Economic Zone, and if you didn’t have time, you could just stay on the train to enjoy the scenery along the way, because the train would pass through the main city districts of the towns.
If you had more time.
You might as well get off and experience it.
Walking into the huge platform.
"This train... is a bit different."
Looking at the white body of the train, many were surprised.
The Chinese guide next to Su Rui was also introducing to the tourists, "All the trains here were bought from our Huaxia, they don’t like the green-skin trains of our country, and since the Myanmar Economic Zone is rather small and the travel distances are short.
Therefore, the Special Zone has higher demands for travel quality, and in the end, they all purchased air-conditioned trains, which also underwent significant interior optimization, employing designs of the high-speed rail that were still in the planning phase."
"So luxurious!!!"
They checked tickets in an orderly fashion, boarded the train.
Looking at the interior that had undergone a stark transformation, Su Rui and the others were astounded, seeing the clean floor, snow-white interior, and all the seats were upholstered with soft fabric, unlike regular leather seats.
The guide was sitting right next to them.
He was saying, "Initially, they wanted to directly purchase high-speed rail carriages from our country and then use a regular locomotive to pull them, but the high-speed rail from the Sifang Locomotive Company was still undergoing testing.
The technology and design of the high-speed rail carriages hadn’t been fully finalized, so they ended up modifying the red skin cars’ interiors. All the passenger coaches here are like this, and they are very smooth and have excellent soundproofing..."
With the guide’s presence.
Su Rui and his group listened for free all the way.
The train started up slowly.
Leaving Xin’an Town, but within minutes, they saw a massive industrial zone, which, the guide said, was the largest Industrial Town in the Myanmar Economic Zone, producing thirty percent of the industrial products in the area.
Industrial towns like these.
The Myanmar Economic Zone housed five, each with different industrial foci.
Looking through the window.
Viewing the green mountains and waters.
Tranquil village.
Diligent farmers labored in the fields, each scene picturesque, cameras in hand furiously snapping photos, passing through town after town, none found wanting compared to Xin’an Town.
Most of the buildings were hidden among the trees, faintly discernible, radiating aesthetic charm.
"All the towns you see were built from scratch, two years ago, this place was nothing but overgrown weeds or farmland, these towns have all been scientifically planned, with complete supporting facilities, making them very suitable for living."
"Look, over there is the largest thermal power plant in the Myanmar Economic Zone, and next to it is a steel enterprise; the chimneys of both are fitted with industrial-level filters, so their pollution emissions are almost zero."
"In the rural areas of the Special Zone, every household must install filters on their chimneys, mainly to prevent the burning of domestic waste; the burning of plastic products is particularly harmful, so in this way, they can burn anything without issue."
"The entire Myanmar Economic Zone has now completed the Village-to-village Connection Project, with roads built right to the farmers’ doorsteps—even places with just a dozen or so families are the same, with no need to forcibly relocate."
"In just over a year, the Myanmar Economic Zone has completed the transformation of basic living infrastructure such as water, electricity, and gas. I believe the sights on this journey will make you fall in love with this place."
"..."
All along the way.
Su Rui listened with great interest.
......
While Su Rui was on the train.
Africa.
Mozambique.
The import-export company officially began operations.
"Mr. President, this is our first procurement list of goods. The total is three hundred and seventy million Asia Dollars, and besides the seventy million Asia Dollars’ worth of government office facilities and supplies purchases, all other items are meant for sale to the public."
The person in charge of the Trade department handed over a thick list.
Goldman Locke flipped through it and asked, "How’s the shop set up going?"
"In the bustling areas of the various cities, we have either rented a storefront or rebuilt properties, which will soon be put to use. Next, we will finalize the pricing." the person in charge replied.
Goldman Locke nodded in satisfaction and said, "In terms of pricing, let’s maintain a minimal profit margin. Remember, our goal is not to make money, but to use this to control the consumption of foreign exchange reserves like the dollar by other imported goods."
"Understood."
The person in charge certainly understood the significance of this company.
After looking over it for about ten minutes, Goldman Locke handed back the list, "Very well, proceed according to this list. Send it to the Myanmar Bank immediately so they can organize the goods for shipment as soon as possible. We need to start hiring staff quickly here too."
"Yes."
...
In the northern urban area of Mozambique.
Recently.
A piece of news circulated in the Chinese community.
The Mozambique government had established a national import-export company and would purchase goods in bulk in the name of the state, entering the commodity market for sales. The origin of these goods was surprisingly the same place.
A gathering area for Chinese.
A few Chinese sat together
There was a hint of worry on their faces.
Competing in business with Mozambique’s state-owned companies was truly a pressure-filled matter, not for fear of price competition, but for fear that the Mozambique government might increase their taxes or introduce policies limiting imports.
Before long.
Someone rushed in, happily declaring, "I’ve made inquiries, the Mozambique government won’t raise taxes on us, nor will they restrict the import of any single category of goods, and, moreover, all these items come from the Myanmar Economic Zone."
"Dragon Jin, is that the place where Myanmar Bank is located?"
Dragon Jin nodded and said, "Yes, they provided the Mozambique government with a huge commodity loan in Asia Dollars, and the government plans to use this to alleviate its issue of mounting international debts like those in dollars."
"Commodity loan? What’s the purpose?" someone asked curiously.
"Minerals, Mozambique’s rare metals. I heard that to offset the payments for goods, Mozambique restarted several domestic rare metal mines to trade goods with the Myanmar Economic Zone," Dragon Jin explained.
"Then our days are not going to be good." A slightly overweight Chinese businessman said with a wry smile.
Dragon Jin shook his head, "No, thankfully, their products are quite expensive. I know about the products from the Myanmar Economic Zone; they are of high quality and don’t produce anything below standard. In the face of purchasing power, we still have an advantage."
"But... why can’t I just be happy?"
Dragon Jin: "..."
Having another competitor, who could be happy? Moreover, the competitor’s high-quality products made them feel as if they were dealing with knock-offs or fake goods—a truly complex sentiment.
Dragon Jin added, "This time, the commerce and trade will mainly focus on daily necessities, leaving the impact on mechanical fields quite minimal. Old Li, you don’t need to worry; the Harbor Construction Group has rented all your trucks and excavators, so you can just lie back and make money."
"Not bad, haha."
The man called Old Li, the Chinese boss, couldn’t stop grinning.
Harbor Construction.
Trucks and excavators were the most frequently hired, so whenever Huaxia contracted local projects, it was springtime for these Huaxia heavy machinery businessmen, allowing them to make a fortune.
Now.
It seems his convoy will grow by another ten to twenty vehicles. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
