He Liang knew.
There were indeed many Huaxia girls in the park.
Direct recruitnt.
Recomnded by friends and relatives.
Or employees bringing their families.
This prevented the place from being dominated by n. Young Huaxia girls wouldn’t dare to work long-term in other parts of Africa, but seeing the security forces here, many felt reassured.
There were people.
And guns.
High wages.
And safety.
Coupled with the encouragent from the company.
The number of Huaxia girls coming here was increasing, now in the dozens of pairs. He Liang had even attended several of their weddings. The company was very supportive of employees from the sa company becoming a family.
Before long.
The seats at the front began to fill up.
As the spotlights around went out and the colored lights on the stage ca on, Guan Songhua appeared on stage. The noisy scene gradually quieted down, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the stage, knowing that Tang Qing would soon be connected.
Tang Qing had put on a show back in the dostic scene.
They had learned about it on the sa day.
Considering Tang Qing’s many ’previous records’ of creating such surprises, they quickly got on board. They would only be well off if Tang Qing was doing well; without huge capital support, it would be hard to operate here.
Looking down at the crowded crowd below.
Guan Songhua took a deep breath.
And said with a smile.
"Ladies and gentlen, colleagues, I am very happy to spend this unforgettable night with all of you. Today is Huaxia’s Spring Festival, and even though New Year’s Eve has passed back ho, our celebration is just beginning."
"This is the second Spring Festival I’ve spent in Congo Gold. First of all, please allow to express my gratitude on behalf of the company to all the tribal chiefs, colleagues, friendly companies, and the officials of the two provinces who have always supported us."
Guan Songhua bowed slightly.
Twenty years in the industry.
Ten years in Africa.
Wan Qing Mining was the smoothest workplace for him; all he needed to care about was the company’s production progress, without worrying about the local Africans or the local governnt. Everything was pre-arranged smoothly for him.
Refreshing.
Work was always exhilarating.
"Next, please welco the Chairman of Wan Qing Mining."
As soon as Guan Songhua finished speaking.
Just like at a banquet.
Tang Qing quickly appeared before them.
"Wow."
"So beautiful."
"So... big."
"..."
Unlike the banquet, Tang Qing was a little taller this ti. Considering the distance to the stage, people at the back couldn’t see clearly, so Tang Qing directly adjusted his size to a nine-to-one ratio.
As tall as five stories.
Almost filled the front row’s field of vision.
The scene erupted with astonishnt.
"Incredible," Sadoke exclaid, his eyes wide.
Looking up.
Even magnified so many tis.
Yet the figure was neither distorted nor blurry. At the mont, others were fervently snapping photos with their mobile phones; they didn’t know that the quality of enlarged holographic projections could be so good since it hasn’t hit the market yet.
Take photos.
Open Monts.
Post.
All in one go.
In just a few seconds, many people in the dostic area knew, and comnts asking for a live broadcast poured in.
"Badass," He Liang uttered the two words.
As a forr soldier.
New technology.
His first thought was its military usage; He Liang could co up with many military applications for holographic projection, just not sure if Tang Qing was aware of its value, considering he was directly implenting it in a foreign company.
Of course.
It was just so non-strategic applications.
A holographic projection.
It’s not like it’s an aircraft engine; at most, it makes the information more three-dinsional. "Not bad," He Liang quickly ca to terms with it, realizing that having the technology based in the United States could greatly avoid the complications from Western countries.
Tang Qing was a businessman.
It was a normal business move. Didn’t you see how the Western dia blackened the Black Cot Group to carbon, full of sourness? Yet when it ca to Microcrystalline Technology, toward holographic projection, there were hardly any slandering it.
That settles it.
Let’s just take it as appeasing the self-esteem of Westerners.
"This adds another way for future exchanges."
"Definitely not cheap."
"It’d be cool if watches had this functionality. If it’s released and costs no more than ten thousand, I’ll buy one." Few employees here earn less than ten thousand a month, so spending that much doesn’t really hurt.
And it would support Tang Qing.
Support the boss.
It’s possible that a portion of their salary is subsidized by the profits from Microcrystalline Technology. The company hasn’t made much money so far, and their wages don’t just fall from the sky.
"I’m very curious about what the chairman can see on his side?"
" too."
"..."
"Hello, everyone. I’m sorry that this heartless boss of yours didn’t let you all go ho for the Chinese New Year, obliging you to have this al in Africa. But rest assured, once the second phase of the steel factory starts operating next year, it won’t be a problem to let half of the people return to China."
Tang Qing makes a promise.
Phase two.
Right near the steel factory.
In addition, there’s phase three, located fifteen kiloters away. Due to the sheer demand and the unique geographic location close to several neighboring countries, many businesses from the surrounding nations are vying for steel.
However.
They themselves do not have enough.
Governnt of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.
Sadoke.
And the consumption for the Iron Towers and villas ans there’s no surplus in production. Fortunately, Tang Qing foresaw this and started phase two midway through phase one’s construction.
Halfway through phase two, he launched phase three.
Just as planned.
Here.
It is gradually becoming the largest steel supplier in Central Africa. Once phase three is complete, the number of workers here might exceed thirty thousand. Including those from the two central enterprises and those who’ve brought their families, the number of Chinese surpassing a hundred thousand is no exaggeration.
A lot?
Tang Qing doesn’t think so.
This is a major move in his hands, seizing one corner of the chessboard. On the chessboard of Africa, he has made three moves: Black Jail, the Mozambique model, and steel trade, with the last move being Hummingbird Comrce and Storage.
Once he occupies all four corners of the ga.
That’s when the grand sche takes shape.
...
Upon hearing Tang Qing’s promise.
The dostic employees erupt in joy.
Not going ho for the Spring Festival.
They understand.
Coming to Africa.
They’re not here for comfort. If it weren’t hard to get by in China, and if the wages weren’t higher here, who would co? Tang Qing offers much better treatnt and benefits than other companies, which they are completely satisfied with.
No holiday, just earn money.
Have a holiday, just rest.
They’ve gotten used to it.
The employees of the two central enterprises, on the other hand, are frustrated. Their own benefits are not bad, and they indeed used to think so. But since coming here, they suddenly feel like their benefits are not as good as the others’.
Others have airplanes, more than one, even an airport.
They have fully equipped security forces, guns, cars, and people.
Their relationship with the locals is unbelievably good.
Even their number of won outstrips theirs.
Frustration.
They feel like the one across from them is the truly wealthy and powerful central enterprise. After interacting for a while, they also have a guess that Tang Qing’s operations, which would have been impossible without official backing, might already be those of a red-topped businessman.
"..."
"After a year of efforts, what we’ve changed isn’t just ourselves but also others." As he says this, images begin to appear on the large screen behind Tang Qing, comparing past and present photos of various tribes in the vicinity.
Their spirit.
Transportation.
Housing.
Shops.
Roads.
...
Photo by photo, the transformation is recorded.
The tribal chiefs can’t help but be moved by their own evolution, just as shown in the images. It seems like the change happened in an instant. Two years ago, who would believe they would each have their own little villa to live in?
No fear of wind.
No dread of rain.
Durable and weatherproof.
Plus richer entertainnt activities. There’s no need to steal, no need to rob, only a need to be a bit more diligent to change oneself, to change the destiny of their tribe. Looking at Tang Qing, gratitude fills their eyes.
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