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Chapter 1398: Chapter 1245: Congo Gold’s 4G Dream (Subscribe please!)
This model also has its disadvantages.
That is.
If one day Huaxia decides to go it alone, with its massive scale, it is actually possible for them to do so. However, Kan Qin believes that this day is at least ten years away, because Huaxia hasn’t reached a stage of production surplus yet.
Without ’excess’ goods.
There won’t be much motivation to do this.
Meanwhile.
Countries like the United States and other Western powers won’t just stand by and watch.
So.
They are still safe for now.
According to Ling, the idea is to take advantage of the sufficient reasons others have to mimic, and to expand the territory of the Asia Dollar, establishing a centripetal force and maintaining this system, sending a message---I’m better suited for this job.
...
Evening.
Kinshasa.
Zhihua Technology’s office in Congo.
Xia Yuxing and Sha Li walked out with helpless expressions on their faces. They came to do a project acceptance today and did not expect to hear some ’bad news’ — they had to stay here for another two years.
The reason is.
Congo Gold suddenly has money.
The Operator is ready to expand 4G coverage.
As for 3G, now stirred up by the ’Epoch’, they are thinking of skipping it altogether, otherwise, while everyone else is using smartphones, continuing to use feature phones doesn’t quite fit with their ’progressive spirit’.
Upon learning there are projects.
In theory.
They should be happy, but being in a foreign country, after experiencing danger several times last year, the two of them could not get excited. The only thing they were looking forward to was the company relocating its base.
To where?
---Wanqing Industrial Park.
That place.
They were familiar with it.
The last time they went there to install equipment.
They got to witness Tang Qing’s financial dominance firsthand: Hummers, armed off-road vehicles, police-grade equipment, fully-equipped security, and good local relationships. Since then, they have often longed to be in that place.
But the opportunity never arose.
If they were assigned there, they would be very willing. Recently they heard the airport got fixed, and they can fly directly. The Task given to them from above was simple: go there first, set up a Base.
"It’s been so long, wonder what it’s turned into?"
In the Pickup truck.
Sha Li recalled the bustling Industrial Park he had seen before.
"It is definitely bigger, better," Xia Yuxing asserted confidently. In the entire Chinese community of Congo Gold, that place was now like magic, attracting the attention of Chinese expatriates like them.
"I miss the hot pot from there."
Sha Li licked his lips.
"Look at your low aspirations. To celebrate the completion of this project, I’ll take you out for a meal later. I heard a new Hot Pot Restaurant just opened on Third Street today," Xia Yuxing laughed.
Upon hearing there was food.
Sha Li quickly said, "I remember too."
Then.
They returned to their current Base and called others. A group of about a dozen people headed for the Hot Pot Restaurant. This place was a hub for Chinese expatriates, and their base’s courtyard housed other Huaxia companies as well.
No need for a sentry.
Not too far.
After rounding a street.
They arrived at the so-called Third Street, naturally named by themselves because it’s easy to remember. At this moment, there were many Chinese people coming and going on the street, but they were all in a hurry, with wariness in their eyes.
"Xia, would you like some?" On the roadside, a dark-skinned middle-aged Trader shouted to Xia Yuxing.
"Nothing for me."
"I’ll treat you."
"Thank you, really no need."
Xia Yuxing turned down the ’hospitable’ Indian Trader who he had once helped with a small favor. Whenever they met, this guy would warmly greet him and often invite him to enjoy some snacks he sold.
Besides Chinese.
The next most populous here are Indians.
They are the largest group of ’foreigners’ in Africa.
There are many more Indians than Chinese people, and they wield considerable influence. Most Chinese people think about returning home after making money, whereas many Indians have laid down roots in Africa, buying up industries and infiltrating all societal levels.
When it comes to doing business...
It’s the Indians who are the main force in Africa.
In some smaller African countries...
You could even say they control the local economic lifelines.
Before long...
They arrived at their destination.
’Little Long Hot Pot’, the restaurant entrance was adorned with several flower baskets, but most of the flowers were gone, the missing fake flowers, they found, were now in the hands of African children playing nearby.
"Eh!"
Suddenly.
Ready to enter, Sha Li stopped in his tracks.
Xia Yuxing followed his gaze and his eyes narrowed immediately. He recognized the car, having dealt with it before. It belonged to a small-time leader from the Kinshasa Immigration Bureau, and their past encounters had not been pleasant.
That was when they had first arrived here.
Acting under the guise of checking for illegal residents, this fellow had burst into their lodging late at night, making them stand in line in their underwear. He had confiscated quite a few things, and in the end, Xia had been taken to the Immigration Bureau, only to be released after the boss paid a sum of money.
These African Immigration officials...
Almost all of them had done this before.
The purpose, of course...
Was revenue generation.
And the easiest targets were the Chinese. In Xia’s memory, he had heard too many stories of Chinese being extorted, and these people were more nauseating than highway robbers, because their actions were ’legal’.
Even that was bearable.
He could still stomach it.
What really infuriated him was discovering, quite by accident, that some of these Africans were in cahoots with local thieves and robbers, encouraging and even directing them to steal identification documents.
This way...
They could legitimately find fault and demand money.
After that...
Even he was targeted twice. Fortunately, these people still had a sense of ’fishing’; an individual or a company was hassled only once or twice a year at most – they wouldn’t skin a sheep just once, they’d make sure to fleece it a bit more each time.
"It’s them." Sha Li spoke bitterly.
Xia Yuxing gave a resigned smile: "Let’s go, let’s enjoy our meal, can’t let these people spoil our mood." The old saying goes that adversaries often cross paths, but he really didn’t want to be enemies with someone like that; it was beneath him.
"Right."
They walked into the restaurant.
"Welcome."
A young Chinese waiter hurried over.
"We’ll take a private box," Xia Yuxing said.
"Please follow me."
Following the waiter...
They arrived at a private box, opposite which another box’s door was open and Xia immediately caught sight of the African ’big shot’ who had once caused them trouble.
However...
The man no longer recognized him.
He was enthusiastically stuffing food into his mouth.
"Close the door."
Out of sight, out of mind.
"Here’s the menu!"
"Wow, you guys have a really complete selection!" Sha Li’s eyes lit up. Everything you could get back home, it was pretty much all here. The last time they had such variety was at Wanqing Steel Factory.
Speaking of which...
The Chinese waiter became animated.
"This is thanks to a local agriculture company here that specializes in growing and cultivating some domestic specialty vegetables. They’re currently trying to go public, and we’re one of the first to offer a full range of supplies."
Soon...
The spicy aroma wafted throughout the box.
Everyone’s appetites were whet.
The dishes were served.
Just as they were about to feast...
Suddenly...
Noisy commotion came from the opposing box; hearing that familiar fat voice, Xia Yuxing felt a tug in his heart. Today was the restaurant’s opening day—could this guy have come to cause trouble?
