Beijing.
Bird’s Nest.
Zhang Yimou put down the phone.
It’s been more than a month since completion, and it’s undergoing final examination and venue testing. Looking inside, the pressure on his shoulders is imnse; the first Olympics in Huaxia must not have any issues.
Years of preparation.
The mont of testing.
Is about to arrive.
"How’s it going?"
A middle-aged man next to him asked.
Zhang Yimou said, "Tang Qing agreed. It will be delivered by the end of next month. We must quickly determine the projection content and let the technicians create the effect." The projection is just like a program.
"With so much equipnt, I hope there aren’t any malfunctions."
During this ti.
They’ve been thoroughly shaken by various unexpected events.
"This shouldn’t be a concern. Their technicians have ntioned that this model of equipnt is industrial-grade and can run stably for at least three months. The quality is exceptionally good."
Zhang Yimou couldn’t help but marvel at this quality.
Three months.
He thinks it’s quite possible.
Since receiving the equipnt, they’ve been doing extre testing without any errors. Currently, a long flowing text is being projected steadily across the sky of the Bird’s Nest.
Soone is specifically watching.
If a malfunction occurs.
It can be observed very clearly.
"This technology is truly impressive." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and praised.
"Yes."
Zhang Yimou nodded.
"Will Tang Qing co to the opening ceremony?"
"He said he would co." As of now, the public tickets for the Olympics opening ceremony have been sold out, but Tang Qing is no ordinary person. Without asking for tickets, he should have already secured them.
"The first rehearsal is scheduled for mid-July, let’s hurry."
"Understood."
...
Twenty-sixth.
Congo Gold.
Capital, Kinshasa.
Chai Ren stepped onto the ’long-lost’ land. Since the last incident, he hadn’t co again. More than a year had passed, and even with the establishnt of Congo Gold United Power Grid Co., he, like Tang Qing, connected remotely.
For safety.
Besides his two regular bodyguards.
He also rented four from ’Tongtian’.
Looking at the four two-ter tall black n beside him, Chai Ren felt a strong sense of security. In the previous two crises in Congo Gold, it was these large black n who helped him resolve them.
Very quiet.
But Chai Ren knew.
These guys surely had blood on their hands.
They’re ruthless.
Not talkative.
As he exited the airport, he saw the person who ca to pick him up.
Fuloz.
His classmate, the son of forr President Mo Yi of Congo Gold. The last incident was also initiated by him, getting Chai Ren involved. Fortunately, soone had saved him along the way, otherwise the consequences would have been unbearable thoughts.
Long ti no see.
This physique.
Has expanded quite a lot.
"Haha, you haven’t co for a long ti." Fuloz gave Chai Ren a big hug.
"You should exercise."
"No worries, being a little chubby is good."
Fuloz laughed, indifferent. His father retired, now he’s ho all day, just eating. When people leave, the tea cools; it’s the sa everywhere. Since Fuloz’s father stepped down, very few people co to play with him.
Rarely.
Chai Ren still ca to see him.
Friends from Huaxia cherish emotions.
"Let’s go, my father is waiting for you at ho." Fuloz said.
Even though he ca out, the dam matter hasn’t truly concluded yet. Moreover, for well-known reasons, his father and he were restricted from leaving the country but not restricted from dostic activities.
"Okay."
Then.
They got into two bulletproof SUVs.
In the car.
Looking out the window.
Chai Ren noticed considerable changes.
The layout is no different, but the street environnt is distinct. Previously, garbage was everywhere, and many roads were pothole-ridden. Now, looking around, the garbage is gone, and the potholes have been filled.
"Isn’t it sowhat different?" Fuloz said.
"Hmm."
Chai Ren nodded.
Fuloz sighed.
Although he was displeased with Waite.
He had to admire his determination and strength in getting things done. Sanitation workers, they were present before, but their efficiency was terribly low. Waite learned advanced experience from Huaxia at the beginning of last year.
Road allocation.
Responsibilities assigned to individuals.
Increased garbage cans and corresponding processing capabilities, intensified publicity.
In one fell swoop.
Created thousands of jobs and improved the urban area environnt. This was non-existent during his father’s tenure. Without comparison, there’s no harm; this point he admitted.
Furthermore.
Another asure by Waite.
Made his prestige unparalleled for a ti.
That was the significant improvent in the treatnt of civil servants. Previously, this type of personnel had very low wages, struggling even to make ends et, and their welfare benefits weren’t good, forcing them to find extra inco.
For example, Customs.
Nearly openly demanding tips.
Waite was the first to reform here, strictly prohibiting the collection of extra fees. Once discovered, the first step was transfer, the second was examination, and if the situation was serious, repeatedly uncorrected, direct dismissal.
Steadfast attitude.
Until now.
Kinshasa Capital Airport has already replaced a third.
Resistance?
When they were dismissed, it was explained clearly, publicly announced, harming the nation’s image, tarnishing the civil servant group, causing negative impact, with no sympathy from anyone.
A large number of people still want to enter.
The unemploynt rate here isn’t low.
To achieve a warning effect, since late last year, the Congo Gold National TV and radio, daily reported one to two cases of these personnel being dealt with, unexpectedly winning countless praises.
In the end.
It beca a widely popular program everyone watched daily.
Not long later.
The car arrived at Fuloz’s ho.
A relatively large villa.
Seeing Fuloz’s father, Chai Ren observed the courtesy of junior.
"Please co in." Mo Yi said with a smile.
"Yes."
Entering the house.
Took a seat.
"How is your father’s health?"
"Very good."
Mo Yi, having served as President for eight years, knew many people, including Chai Ren’s father. Of course, they t in diplomatic occasions with no personal relationship, just having seen each other.
"Is there sothing important this visit?"
"For company business."
Chai Ren smiled.
He certainly didn’t purposely co just to see Fuloz; they often talked on the phone.
"Need any help?" Mo Yi asked.
The emaciated cal is bigger than a horse.
"Thank you, it’s regarding Congo Gold Electric Grid Corporation, so electricity projects. I’m here to help the dostic company review them." Chai Ren revealed his purpose, helping dostic company secure projects.
"Are you referring to the French loan from a week ago?"
Mo Yi rembered.
Last month.
Congo Gold United Power Grid Co. submitted a loan application to a French bank, planning to build three dium-sized hydropower stations, totaling 800 million Euro. The loan was quickly approved.
Chai Ren likely ca for this matter.
If it were Huaxia offering the loan.
No need to visit.
Huaxia company will surely win the bid. But this is France, and they offer loans with conditions. They will definitely prioritize dostic or Eurozone enterprises, not strictly according to absolute costs.
Surely, that’s the case.
Otherwise, Chai Ren wouldn’t co.
"Yes."
Chai Ren nodded.
He was also doing his best, without guarantee. Primarily, a second-generation friend was involved in this project, and he was invited as one of the shareholders of the Electric Grid Corporation to see if he could do anything.
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