Nearly one hundred and sixty vehicles.
As soon as they hit the road.
They imdiately attracted onlookers.
In fact.
It’s hard not to be watched, as these vehicles form a line without any overtaking, directly occupying one lane. Keep in mind, most of these are not small passenger cars but long transport trucks.
They line up in a straight line.
Adding the safe following distance.
Nearly four kiloters.
Causing the vehicles behind to want to overtake, but it takes a while to even see the front, even though the road conditions here are not good, at least it’s a four-lane road, otherwise overtaking would be challenging.
The leading SUV.
The co-pilot seat.
Chu Sheng is not relaxed, his eyes occasionally glance at the central control screen.
Zooming in.
Zooming out.
Checking for any straggling vehicles, reports from other vehicles co through the earphones!
"Vehicle one, observation normal."
"Vehicle two, observation normal."
"Vehicle three, observation normal."
"..."
Just hit the road.
Everything is normal, but Chu Sheng knows, along the way, vehicles are bound to break down, so take a long ti to repair, so repair quickly, and the best case was only half of the vehicles arriving at the park simultaneously.
The others.
Mostly joining with the ones that lagged behind midway.
At this mont!
Buzz!
The satellite phone on the co-pilot desk buzzes; Chu Sheng quickly picks it up, "B0833 convoy task, all is normal."
"Received!"
Every twenty minutes.
He must report the task situation to headquarters, tedious but a necessary reminder that they are on a mission and cannot slack off. Yet this is still the reporting interval for general escort tasks.
If it was in a danger zone.
Like in Congo Gold, routine patrols report every ten minutes.
On a mission.
Every five minutes.
Chu Sheng placed the satellite phone back, still able to see patches of forest outside, but by the ti the sun cos out tomorrow, it will all turn into endless loess soil, entering the Sahara Desert region.
A forbidden zone for life.
But.
That was in the past.
Now.
With the ’oasis’, the situation shall improve. The North African Park, with its own director once again implenting the tradition of ’building with money’, invested 150 million RMB in greening.
Managing ten square kiloters.
Not much.
But enough for the North African Park, and the Governnt of Algeria also purchased five thousand square kiloters of managent services, with the total contract price reaching 75 billion Asia Dollars, also quite the local tyrant.
Among them.
There’s a managent area in Tamanrasset Province.
Near the provincial capital.
It’s said.
The top official of Tamanrasset Province was very insistent, even agreeing to pay half of the cost, just to secure a share of a thousand square kiloters, while other provinces thought they could easily get advantages from the governnt of Zhong Yang.
Otherwise.
Forty-eight provinces.
Tamanrasset couldn’t possibly have one-fifth of the share.
This top official.
Chu Sheng has so impression.
Heard the person’s background wasn’t good.
But worked very hard, starting as a junior police officer, gradually becoming the chief inspector of the Public Security Bureau, and then, relying on his prestige, he was elected mayor of Tamanrasset City, deputy speaker, and finally speaker.
Truly legendary!
Upon taking office.
He achieved nurous accomplishnts, earning the respect of local people. In the past, the next step for Tamanrasset Province’s top official was definitely seeking a transfer to a more developed northern province for a position.
Just like his predecessor two terms ago.
With a single leap.
Beca the Algerian Minister of Energy and Mining.
The previous term was quite unlucky.
Failed to switch.
Got caught for embezzling public funds, making way for the then-deputy speaker.
However.
Now subtle differences have erged.
Previously nothing would grow here.
There were minerals.
But transportation was a hassle, and many weren’t willing to co. Now, however, with the oasis, as long as there’s money, the whole area gains value and becos livable, making land a resource.
Even if it is cheap.
Tamanrasset Province spans 550 thousand square kiloters.
Larger than the area of Thailand.
In terms of potential.
It ranks several levels higher than before. No matter how cheap, the scale is there. From a personal standpoint, Chu Sheng doesn’t want this person to be transferred, after all, the park was established during their term.
All the relationships will be easier to manage.
If replaced by soone else.
They’d have to familiarize again.
Troubleso.
...
At this mont.
There are also many people who see Tamanrasset as a troubleso yet tempting target, and now that land has turned into a resource, its significance changes completely. Places people avoided before have now beco desirable spots.
Therefore.
Nurous strategies have erged these past two months.
Yet, they have all failed.
Previously, those uninterested thought it wouldn’t be hard, but once they actually got involved, they discovered the speaker almost made the place as impenetrable as an iron barrel, making it difficult to maneuver.
Unwilling to rise.
Unwilling to transfer.
Not seeking money.
In short.
Resistant to inducents.
Cooperations welcod.
No chance to take advantage. However, what they found acceptable was the other side’s neutral stance, treating everyone equally and handling matters impartially. To them, this seed the other’s way of self-preservation.
If not.
Any bias.
Would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among others.
On this basis, the speaker is truly adept at climbing the ladder, advocating for constructing a railway to the provincial capital of Tamanrasset, linking the north and south of Algeria, and driving along the economic developnt.
This project.
Is very costly.
In the past, it wasn’t even considered; it would just be turned down outright. But now the south has new economic and social value, aning it can’t be viewed as a losing business, possessing long-term investnt value.
Algiers.
The Presidential Palace.
"What do you think?"
As usual.
The boss posed a question.
"It can be built."
"There are significant risks."
"But it is of extraordinary significance. Our railways are all concentrated in the north, which is very unreasonable. Whether from the perspective of regional developnt or strategy, it’s sowhat deford."
"Previously, repairing it seed useless, just a desert, vehicles went but people were unwilling to, but it’s different now. We have the ability to change the environnt; it’s ti for the south to rise."
"If only the oasis were cheaper."
"Now it’s not about the oasis price, but where the railway funds co from? We don’t have it in this year’s budget, and even living frugally next year, we can’t scrape together the money to build it."
"Borrow."
"From whom?"
"Whoever is willing to lend, ask them for a loan."
"..."
Isn’t that stating the obvious?
A tea eting.
Didn’t completely reach a consensus but pushed the matter forward a bit, if there is money, then do it. The presiding mind quickly flashed a list of countries capable of lending such an amount.
Strictly speaking.
Algeria is wealthy.
But expenses are high too.
This is not a matter of tens of kiloters of rail but more than two thousand kiloters, plus stations along the way, operations, coaches. This isn’t sothing that can be done with small change; a loan is undoubtedly necessary.
The question is, from whom to borrow?
United States?
Unlikely.
European Union?
Possible, but the approval process will be slow, no less than two years to get through.
Suddenly.
A country popped into mind.
---Myanmar.
But he imdiately shook his head, this country recently loaned over 200 billion to Africa; Algeria is not on the ’loaned list’, approval speed is fast, but their quota might be exhausted this year.
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