Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1054: A Mess to Clean Up, Isn’t it? (Please Subscribe!)_2

The one leading with a gun was named Alec. On his way home, he happened upon these ’fat sheep’ and prepared to hunt a bit.

"Base station?" Alec asked in confusion.

Fielding nodded vigorously, "Yes, with the base station, more places will be able to make and receive calls."

"Then build it in our tribe. I’ll take you there." Alec was happy. Even without ten thousand dollars, it was still decent to build a base station in the tribe, especially since they didn’t have any signal.

Upon hearing this.

Fielding’s face was filled with bitterness.

"Well, we do have regulations. We can only build in fixed locations. If possible, your tribe may be included in the future." For now, they could only use delaying tactics.

"That’s not going to work; our tribe doesn’t have a signal..."

The debate lasted for a few minutes.

Fielding was directly threatened by Alec pointing a gun to his head.

"They insist on us going to their tribe to build the base station." Fielding had already cursed this fool to death in his heart. Use your brain, will you? Can base stations just be built anywhere?

"How could that be possible?" Xia Yuxing shook his head continuously.

No plan.

How could they just build for you, and without optical cable, building a base station in your tribe would be useless; it would just be an iron frame.

"You tell him it’s not possible," Xia Yuxing said.

After another fruitless negotiation, Alec was adamant. Fielding said helplessly, "He insists we go. His father is the tribal leader, and he wants to take it back as a birthday gift."

Xia Yuxing: "..."

You guys even celebrate birthdays? With what do you calculate the days?

"That’s impossible."

"He won’t agree."

"I..."

Xia Yuxing really wanted to curse, but he didn’t dare. Being in a foreign land, he couldn’t afford to speak too boldly, not to mention they had guns. It was exactly the situation described by the saying ’when a scholar meets soldiers.’

A few minutes later.

As the standoff continued unresolved.

Two pickup trucks approached from the front.

Seeing their group.

One of them braked sharply.

Several strong, tall black men got out of the vehicles.

Xia Yuxing couldn’t help but step back; these guys looked even tougher to deal with because upon seeing them, Alec and his crew all acted like obedient children, smiles all around.

"What are you doing?" The leading big man asked loudly.

Alec hurriedly said, "Wesley, I planned to have them build a base station in our tribe, so we have mobile phone signal, and later, let them build one in your tribe as well."

Wesley looked at Xia Yuxing and asked in English, "Where are you headed?"

"A steel factory," replied Xia Yuxing.

Wesley’s expression changed.

"Steel factory? What’s it called?"

"It seems to be called... Wan Qing Steel," Xia Yuxing answered.

Upon hearing this name.

Wesley silently turned his head.

And gave Alec a slap.

’Smack...’

Alec was slapped so hard he saw stars and nearly lost his balance.

Wesley roared, "Are you asking for a beating, huh? You dare to rob just anyone’s stuff."

"I... I didn’t know it belonged to that steel factory," Alec cried out, claiming innocence while holding his face. If he had known, he would have stayed far away. This incident, if it got back home, would make his own father beat him.

"Now you know?" Wesley said coldly.

"I know, I know," Alec nodded repeatedly.

"Get lost," Wesley said impatiently.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Alec didn’t dare linger.

He got in the car and sped off.

That steel factory, strictly speaking, should be called a mining area instead, as it had become a place almost everyone in the locale knew about since it had cooperation with tribes within dozens of kilometers around.

If you have a mine.

Whatever it is, I will take everything you dig out.

If you don’t have a mine.

Natural resources are good too.

I’ll help you find ways to sell them.

Before, the ore from here could hardly be shipped because there were no railways, and the roads were a mess. People could only rely on chance. Sadoke’s industrialization couldn’t digest so many resources.

So.

The mining area established extensive cooperation with the various tribes.

Especially a few super-large tribes; they became the main suppliers for the steel factory’s future needs – coal, steel, copper, and other metals were all accepted. They would later expand the related smelting factories.

As a result.

The steel factory.

It had a huge influence locally.

They were all waiting for the factory to start, waiting to make money.

Alec tried to rob from these people,

And got beaten.

And he deserved it.

Xia Yuxing watched the scene before him with wide-eyed shock.

What’s going on?

Why are your own people fighting each other?

"Don’t worry, since you are friends with Wan Qing Steel, you are our friends too. If anyone dares to bully you on this turf, we won’t allow it," Wesley said to Xia Yuxing with a big smile.

He’s the great-grandson of the Tribe’s chief elder whose warehouses were blown up right in front of the Fighters.

He knew that.

And he knew much more than the average person.

The partnership was part of it.

But the main reason was that they were not to be messed with.

"Thank you," Xia Yuxing expressed his gratitude.

"You’re welcome. Let’s go; I’ll take you myself. We’ll be there soon," Wesley said enthusiastically.

"Thank you."

Xia Yuxing chuckled.

Up to now, he was still somewhat in disbelief about everything that had just happened. What if Wesley was taking them somewhere to be robbed blind, right into the wolf’s den?

And while Xia Yuxing was entangled in his thoughts.

"Beep beep."

A very shrill car horn came from behind.

Xia Yuxing turned his head and got a shock.

Cars.

Lots of cars.

At least twenty of those American military Hummers, black bodies with white-outline tires, and a shield-like emblem printed on the hoods and doors, looking mighty and imposing.

Could this be the armed forces of Sadoke’s subordinates?

And as Xia Yuxing was worried.

A person stepped out of the front passenger seat of the first car.

An Asian?

An Asian wearing a black and white Security Guard uniform.

Seeing the person.

Wesley walked up with a cheery smile.

"Captain Chu, picking up people again," Wesley looked at the Convoy behind him with envy. He really wanted a turn at the wheel, but he was always refused, even his good relationships didn’t help. It was a company rule.

"Hmm, what are you guys doing here? Robbing?" Chu Sheng furrowed his brow.

Today, he was assigned to pick up a group of ’neighbors,’ engineers and new colleagues from the Company at the Airport. He had heard they were going to build a Chemical Plant next to the mining area. Their own boss had stakes in it and had contracted the security of two companies.

Just then.

Eighty Security Guards had been dispatched from the domestic branches. Looking at the scene, it seemed like a robbery was underway.

Hearing Chu Sheng say he was robbing.

Wesley shook his head quickly, offering a clarification.

"No, no, we just stopped a robbery. They wanted to rob this group of Chinese, and I drove them away. I was about to take them to your Steel Factory. These should be your goods."

"Oh, I see," Chu Sheng nodded.

This area.

Really, nobody dared to rob their things.

Since his arrival here last April.

Nine months had passed, and in those nine months, he had completely witnessed the Company’s ’strong background.’ Not to say he strutted about, but no one came to bully them, just as He Liang had said before.

They didn’t start trouble.

But they also didn’t fear trouble.

And this time.

As the deputy general manager of the branch office, He Liang was also here to welcome new employees. However, he was exhausted from the journey and had fallen asleep in the back of the car. It had been a while since they’d met, and he was saving his energy, ready to have a good drink later.

Chu Sheng walked over to Xia Yuxing’s side.

"Hello, what are you delivering?"

"No, we are employees from Huawei Company, planning to build a Base Station here. The Company has asked us to go to your Steel Factory, hoping to get some help," Xia Yuxing quickly stated their purpose.

Hearing this.

Chu Sheng understood; they were not there to deliver goods to his factory.

"Oh, I see. Well, get in the car, follow behind our Convoy, and I’ll take you there. I am from the Security Department of the Steel Factory. My name is Chu Sheng. Remember, don’t let your people take pictures," Chu Sheng emphasized.

"Understood, I will remind them. My name is Xia Yuxing, nice to meet you," Xia Yuxing introduced himself.

"Yeah, follow us later," Chu Sheng said with a nod and a smile.

"Alright then."

Chu Sheng then told Wesley, "You go handle your business. I’ll take care of them. Thanks for what you did just now."

"No problem. That little rascal, when I see him next time, I’ll still teach him a lesson. He doesn’t have any sense," Wesley waved his fist.

"I’ll treat you to a drink next time," Chu Sheng said, familiar with Wesley.

Wesley smacked his lips.

"Ha-ha, alright, I’ve also been craving hot pot."

"Sure, no problem," Chu Sheng agreed.

Hot pot.

Elsewhere in Africa, he couldn’t guarantee.

But here.

Whenever they wanted it, they could have it.

Afterwards.

The huge Convoy started up again.