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Chapter 1213: Chapter 1070: New Year in Africa (Please subscribe!)
The following day.
Congo Gold.
Wanqing Industrial Park.
This year.
The employees of the steel factory were doomed not to return home, not just this year, for a very long time into the future, they would only have rotating breaks. It was simply impossible for everyone to have a holiday simultaneously, a fact that overseas employees had to face.
Fortunately.
Since they had decided to go abroad.
They did not expect to have large family reunions during the holidays as they did back home.
Life was just like this.
Not everything could go as one wishes.
To gain something, one had to be prepared to lose something.
The company had regulations from the very start, stipulating that if spouses came together, they could arrange work for the other half, assign them separate rooms, and if they had children, even their education issues would be resolved.
But that only guaranteed kindergarten and primary education.
Secondary education was not available yet,
Which many factory employees were considering.
But there were few children, because there were still concerns about the local medical and education services, and many were considering bringing over their spouses, since the wages the company offered were really much higher than back home.
The benefits were also plentiful.
...
Congo Gold was seven hours ahead of Huaxia.
Huaxia had just entered the early hours of New Year’s Eve.
Here, it was already daylight.
A barrage of firecracker sounds.
Echoed through the mining area, waking the sleeping people.
Today, the whole plant was on holiday.
The company organized performances and a dining banquet, and they would have one more day off tomorrow to watch last night’s CCTV Spring Festival Gala. The day after tomorrow, it was back to work for everyone. A seven-day holiday was not possible here.
But no one was dissatisfied.
Here, visiting relatives was impossible, and returning home, out of the question. Rest days were just for sleeping, and if everyone were off, the movie theater and KTV would surely be packed, significantly reducing the quality of the holiday.
How great work was.
Working on holidays meant double wages. Working on festival days, triple wages, which meant their wages next month would increase by half. For the Chinese, having money meant everything could be discussed. 𝖓𝖔𝖛𝔭𝖚𝖇.𝔠𝖔𝔪
At eight-thirty in the morning.
The employees of the steel factory, led by their team leaders.
Moved tables and chairs from the cafeteria to the open space outside, where there was a massive area designed for large events, capable of accommodating thousands for dining.
To ensure the supply of goods for the Spring Festival.
A month earlier.
A large number of New Year’s goods had arrived, filling container after container.
The security personnel had no holiday.
They still strictly carried out the company’s security tasks. In Africa, security always required half the staff on duty, and today, they were all on duty, with even half of the unmanned reconnaissance drones launched.
Outside the park.
Chu Sheng drove his car.
Following behind was a container, heading towards the camp of the We and Waite.
Upon arriving outside the camp.
He was already too familiar with the guards, but they still didn’t let Chu Sheng in casually, firstly because of discipline, and secondly, there were soldiers from other nations here, and neglecting the regulations could lead to reports.
Even if these foreigners were familiar with Chu Sheng as well, one couldn’t predict if a troublemaker might stir things up.
It was still better not to attract trouble.
"Chu, you guys are really generous," the soldier exclaimed in surprise as he opened the container—a container filled with New Year’s goods, food, drinks, utilities, and plenty of seafood and frozen meats.
Completely enough for a week’s consumption.
The United Nations didn’t look after their Spring Festival.
Usually, there was no expression of care.
At most, they might make a call to inquire and comfort, almost never giving anything because the United Nations’ funding mainly came from various countries. Why should they spend money just because you’re celebrating a festival? It was none of their business.
Therefore.
Every year.
They could only figure things out themselves, using limited supplies, to try to have a new year’s celebration that wasn’t too shabby. In the past, it was mostly having dumplings or braised lamb, quite a struggle.
There had never been such ’luxury.’
"This is a gift from our company, and it’s not just for you. All the surrounding tribes are getting some. Today, I’ll be making deliveries one by one, and you’re my responsibility in this direction," Chu Sheng explained.
Regarding the company’s deep pockets.
Chu Sheng had grown accustomed to it by now.
It seemed he didn’t even know what cost was, and to work for such a company was one of life’s great fortunes.
"Your company really has good treatment," a Chinese soldier envied.
"Hehe, where’s Old Fang?" Chu Sheng smiled.
"He’s here."
Fang Tie was walking out from inside.
"Brother Fang!" Chu Sheng called out.
"Are you here to bring some warmth?" Fang Tie laughed, usually during festivals, the steel factory would give them some domestic food and drinks, truthfully, they all felt a bit embarrassed to accept.
And they wouldn’t even accept money.
Chu Sheng patted the container.
"These are all yours, hurry and get someone to move them."
"Alright."
Fang Tie went back and called out.
Immediately, dozens of people rushed out.
Bustling with noise and action, it took a good fifteen minutes to empty the container.
"I have to go now, there are many more places to deliver to," Chu Sheng said as he closed up the container.
"Do you need any help?" Fang Tie asked.
"No need, in this territory, who dares to rob us?" Chu Sheng said confidently.
"Indeed," Fang Tie chuckled softly.
The steel factory used interests to bring the surrounding tribes together, and for the protection of the mining area, those tribes had even set up several roadblocks at a great distance to prevent anyone from causing trouble.
It could be said.
The tribes were even less willing to see the steel factory in trouble than they were.
Watching Chu Sheng’s Hummer drive away.
Fang Tie and the others began their daily tasks, of course, such an important matter naturally had to be reported to the domestic leadership, and upon hearing this, the relevant domestic leaders also expressed their appreciation.
This steel factory.
Had long been known domestically.
All information had to be reported in real time.
...
Chu Sheng left the camp.
By the time he got back to the main road.
Behind him followed a line of various types of vehicles, for the larger tribes, a container’s worth of items, and for the smaller tribes, much less; although the containers looked big, their contents were worth only about a hundred thousand or so.
It was different from the Harmony camp.
Chu Sheng drove directly into the other tribes, and no one stopped him.
The third stop was Belev’s tribe.
"Captain Chu, what is this?" Belev came out.
Chu Sheng explained, "These next two days are the most important festival in our Huaxia, I’ve brought you some gifts, and I invite you all to come over to our place for lunch and watch the performances."
Hearing it was a gift.
Belev was more than happy.
"Very well, I’ll definitely come."
Right away, over a hundred strong men started bustling about, moving the items out of the container. When leaving, they insisted on giving Chu Sheng the lamb they were raising, and it took a lot of persuasion for Chu Sheng to finally prevent them from stuffing the container full.
But
After visiting each family.
In the end, they really did fill an entire container.
Well.
Gifts must be reciprocated.
He had no choice but to accept it.
...
Besides these people.
Sadoke and Waite also received a gift.
Of course, it wasn’t the Spring Festival goods.
It was a can of tea leaves.
Tea leaves produced in the training area, along with the can, cost no more than twenty yuan to make. Once it was gifted, it immediately became more precious than gold to those who received it, and they fell in love with it after just one taste.
They treasured it as if it were a prized possession.
They weren’t ordinary people, they cared most about the gift’s value.
This ’priceless’ tea.
Suited their tastes exactly.
