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Meanwhile.
Under the command of Tang Yi.
Batches of fighters were being exchanged and teleported through the teleportation nodes to the suburbs of Bangkok. Then, with the local fighters escorting them, they would board planes from the Bangkok airport and head to various countries in Africa.
The main aim was to better cooperate with Chai Ren and the secondary goal was to preliminarily establish an intelligence network.
Africa is a vast landscape rich in natural resources, serving as a global warehouse for raw materials. Naturally, Tang Qing had to establish his presence there early.
It could be foreseen that Tang Qing’s mineral resource industries in Africa would be numerous in the future. Therefore, the initial stages of building an intelligence network and a division of the Black Prison in Africa were already on the agenda. In the coming period, all his income would be invested into this plan. To efficiently carry out operations, he needed to establish a comprehensive network among the upper and lower echelons across all African countries.
Violence was never a long-term solution. A steady and lasting influence was the right path. Force was merely a last resort. Using too aggressive or harsh methods could cause a backlash, hence he also needed the ability to control the situation.
This was what he wanted.
Even though it was costly, it was essential and couldn’t be scrimped on.
With a daily fixed income of more than 30 million RMB, it seemed like a lot. However, as operations expanded, the early stages of the Black Prison’s development was like sinking money into a bottomless pit. The establishment and expansion of the industry alliance also burned through money, and his own businesses also needed funds, he would be broke again in a short period of time, and very broke at that.
He needed money, a lot of money, a tremendous amount of money.
The profits from currency arbitrage had already reached their peak.
And his company wasn’t making any money.
For the time being, operations in Myanmar and Thailand could only be maintained at a minimum, particularly in Thailand, where many of his illegal businesses had been stopped, causing a sharp drop in income. Legal income wasn’t coming in as much. Myanmar was slightly better with a large amount of jade, gold, and other mineral deposits underground. Digging those up would bring in money, but it would need time for extraction and sales.
All those could no longer be relied upon.
Sitting in the command room,
Tang Qing felt a bit depressed.
He had hardly started feeling successful when reality had harshly slapped him in the face.
But who could blame him when his businesses were still in the early stages, all clamoring for attention.
With no other choice, Tang Qing had to find a way out through the business of the Black Prison.
Luckily, he had a backup plan.
Previously, it was only to be utilized in emergencies, now it came in handy.
Once decided.
"Tang Yi, initiate the Pixiu Plan, medium level, one week duration, with an upper limit of one billion US dollars," Tang Qing commanded as he stood up.
"Yes, commander."
Upon receiving the order, Tang Yi immediately began to mobilize. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
What was the typical model for a business with zero cost? Of course, gambling.
The Pixiu Plan was one of the revenue-generating projects that Tang Yi had helped design a while back. It mainly relied on Little Two’s extreme computing speed and analytical capabilities to help fighters win money. They hadn’t been short on funds before hence he had been in no rush to cash in. Pixiu, known for its trait of only taking in and not letting out, encapsulated the basic principle of the fighters’ this mission: No one can lay a finger on the money I win.
Medium meant to keep within limits to avoid drawing too much attention. In order to prevent a major reaction from within the industry, several restrictions and specifications had been laid down in the plan. The plan dictated everything: what games to play, how they should be played, the ways and methods of making a profit, evacuation, emergency plans, etc. They couldn’t always win and at the same table on the same day. That would be like a beacon in the night, wouldn’t it?
It would only stir up trouble.
If things were not handled properly, the likes of Las Vegas and gambling tycoons would be forced to close down or step aside.
One billion US dollars.
Just treat it as testing the waters. This could not be a regular occupation either. At least a month or more would be needed between operations. The cash machine, as its name suggests, needs replenishing when it’s empty. If the cash machine is smashed, what would they play with in the future?
Still the same principle, a steady trickle runs a long way. Just like leeks, when they grow long, harvest a batch.
Perfect.
This money was enough to establish a preliminary intelligence network across Africa. This was only on the surface. To develop a deep intelligence network, it wasn’t just about money. It would require a lot of time to accumulate and develop. A sudden appearance of a person, whether it’s about gaining local rights or influence, is a process that takes time, and is generally measured in years.
Now, Tang Qing was just asking the fighters to plant an eye first, to select the main personnel and use them as the seed and core to take root. Like cultivating a big businessman, a legislator or something, start slowly and start with small things, and auxiliary personnel will be gradually added to serve them in the follow-up.
The budget for personnel expenses is around 500 million US dollars, and the remaining 500 million US dollars are mainly for subsequent maintenance and activity funds.
500 million US dollars.
Equivalent to more than 4 billion RMB.
If converted into the number of fighters, it would be at least two thousand. Deducting the highest ratio of analysts to fighters of four to one, the number of fighters deployed to Africa this time may exceed one thousand five hundred. There are nearly sixty countries in Africa, so on average, there are just over thirty per African country, which really isn’t a lot. If the necessary action squads are deducted, that’s even less.
However, these seed members are more about quality than quantity.
The current number is quite reasonable.
However, putting over 8 billion RMB into it and not seeing any immediate ripple effects gives Tang Qing quite a headache. This is the year 2005, that’s over 8 billion RMB, and it seems to have simply ’floated on water’ into oblivion.
That’s truly crazy.
Luckily, this isn’t money that I’ve earned through hard work. Otherwise, I’d be so distressed.
This is also one of the reasons why he doesn’t want to make money from industries like the internet. Because it’s too slow, not enough to spend. No matter how high the market value is, he needs a cash flow, a large cash flow.
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Seeing that everything was arranged,
Tang Qing went back to his room.
Now he just needed to wait a week to collect money. As for whether anyone would try to steal from the fighters who had won money, well, they would just have to face the consequences.
The contingency plans established earlier would indeed make them regret their decisions.
Once back in his room.
Tang Qing looked at the enormous painting on the wall, continually marveling at his diverse talents.
As for great power,
It still needed time.
Sigh, there’s indeed such a perfect person in the world, I must be referring to me.
Tang Qing felt a sense of power and superiority.
Just at this moment.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
"Big brother, you didn’t turn off the lights before going to bed, does electricity not cost you money?" Qin Shiqi’s voice sounded from the doorway.
Upon hearing this.
Tang Qing immediately lost his momentum, replying anxiously, "I’ll turn them off right away."
Eh, something isn’t right.
I shouldn’t be speaking if I were asleep.
"Hehehe, I knew big brother wasn’t sleeping. Was I right, Shiyu?" Qin Shiqi said triumphantly at the door.
"Mhm," Qin Shiyu’s voice was heard.
"So, you’ll sleep on the outside later. I’ll take the inside."
"Mhm."
Tang Qing listened to the fading voices.
He felt like he’d been made a fool of.
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