Before long.
They passed over a small hill.
"So bright!"
Ayman squinted his eyes.
Only to see.
What ca into view was a massive solar power plant, divided into two parts: solar panel power generation on the left, and molten salt tower on the right.
At this mont.
The sun was shining brightly.
Therefore.
The top of the molten salt tower was practically turned into a high-power light bulb, surrounded by a halo, making it quite a sight. From above, it wasn’t much of an issue.
The beam would be blocked by the tower’s top cover.
But looking up.
It was quite glaring, a definite light pollution, which is why it was built behind a small hill, so as not to affect the personnel in the plant area.
Next to them.
Zhuo Feng was explaining.
"This is the main source of electricity for the park’s daily life. The daily power generation can fully ensure twenty-four hours of uninterrupted high-load electricity."
"And there’s quite a bit left over."
Hearing this.
Everyone nodded.
No one asked, "Why is there electricity at night?" Everyone was sowhat worldly wise, knowing that molten salt power towers were specifically designed to solve nightti issues.
During the day.
So of the solar energy directly generates electricity.
Among which.
A considerable portion is stored in the molten salt, and when the sun sets, the molten salt releases energy to drive the equipnt and continue generating electricity, but the duration cannot be too long.
If it’s cloudy for a few days, they’ll be in trouble.
However.
Such power towers are built in places with abundant sunshine, little cloud, and little rain, where it’s easy to achieve twenty-hour power generation, like here.
And this.
Is also one of Microcrystalline Technology’s flagship products.
Currently.
They’re built in many countries, with most of them concentrated in the Middle East, where firstly, there’s money, and secondly, the climate is suitable.
...
Soon.
The convoy approached.
Tang Qing took a look at his company’s products. This technology had been out for over two years, yet Tang Qing hadn’t visited a single tower built by his own company.
So.
He ca to take a look.
At least.
The next ti he praises the project’s success in a eting, his subordinates might sense a bit more sincerity; empty praise isn’t all that great.
Before his eyes.
Data after data flashed by.
Forty-five.
That’s the efficiency rate of this tower, aning fifty-five percent gets wasted because other areas aren’t in shortage.
Currently.
The storage of electrical energy is a major problem, and excess electricity that can’t be used has no option but to be wasted, but this situation will soon change.
...
In the afternoon.
Six o’clock.
After the tour, Tang Qing and his group set out to leave, not heading to the city of Tamanrasset but to the park’s airport, where the airplane was already waiting.
The next stop.
Was to accompany Suleiman to the capital, Algiers. Since he’d co all this way, Tang Qing didn’t decline the opportunity to show courtesy as a host.
Otherwise.
It would have been a hasty visit both coming and going.
Which would be rather off-putting.
On the plane.
"Now, the North Africa park is up and running; how’s your South Africa park doing? Have you decided on a location?" Ayman asked curiously.
Previously.
He’d heard of Wan Qing Mining’s strategy to build three large steel plants in Africa; Central and North Africa had already been completed.
Only South Africa was left.
"Yes."
Tang Qing nodded.
"It’s decided."
"Where?"
"South Africa," said Tang Qing.
"I thought so."
Ayman smiled. In Africa, there are only a few strategically important countries. In Central Africa, Congo Gold influences over a dozen countries.
In the north.
Algeria’s security is good.
In the south.
There’s South Africa, the big brother of Africa. Building factories in these three countries certainly takes geographical advantage, and Ayman couldn’t help but applaud his own astuteness.
Though.
This wasn’t a difficult thing to analyze.
"Sole ownership?"
Ayman asked again.
"No."
"There are three partners."
"Who?"
After hearing the three nas Tang Qing ntioned, Ayman suddenly understood. It turned out these were Tang Qing’s partners in the Hummingbird.
Among them.
Two are major South African families with imnse power and influential connections, with one even hailing from the family of the current president. And the third isn’t South African.
But from Nigeria.
Seemingly insignificant.
Yet.
In that area, their power is such that, while claiming they can overshadow half the sky might be too much, they certainly dominate. Thus, the three major parks will receive strong support.
Okay then.
Ayman was impressed.
Profit-sharing.
Is for the sake of greater gains, which aligns with Tang Qing’s business rules, reflected vividly in the Hummingbird—a business acting like a link.
Forming a massive web of interests.
In the future.
If these relationships are managed well, Tang Qing’s position in the world of business will be far stronger than now, and Ayman is deeply impressed by this strategy.
Beside them.
Upon hearing it was those three families, Suleiman imdiately set aside his investnt thoughts. These families were no small fry.
Each one.
Has enormous power.
South Africa.
Africa’s big brother.
Nigeria, the country with the largest population in Africa, may be quite poor, but cannot be overlooked, since it’s a nation of two hundred million people.
Seventh in the world.
Separated from Algeria only by Niger in between.
...
The park.
At dusk.
The sun set in the west.
The sunset over the desert holds a unique charm, often turning into great works in the hands of photographers. To those who grew up here, though.
It’s just the sa.
By the lakeside.
In the park.
After dinner.
Chu Sheng held Bai Qing’s hand, strolling along, as the evening glow cast their shadows, and the desert evening was no longer as hot as the afternoon.
Here.
The air’s humidity is extrely low, unable to retain much heat, so starting in the evening, the temperature drops quickly; the afternoon is scorching hot, but at night, thick covers are needed.
Walking.
Chu Sheng sighed.
"This is my second ti eting Chairman Tang; who knows when the next ti will be." The last ti they t wasn’t at the Central Africa park but in Beijing.
At that ti.
Tang Qing went to CCTV to record "Dialogue." Chu Sheng was waiting outside for Bai Qing when he happened to encounter him, even greeting him, and it’s been almost two years since then.
Such a boss is nice, yet also frustrating for employees.
When he cos.
Fear!
But when he stays away for long periods, it feels strange, and many questions arise: Does he not care about them? Has he forgotten them? Is it...
In short.
Being a boss is really hard.
...
At this ti.
In Algiers.
At the airport.
The airplane landed slowly, and once off, Suleiman couldn’t help feeling a bit annoyed, as his own plane was still flying in the sky.
But.
He rembered that the speed of a Gulfstream G550 wasn’t much faster than his own plane, leading him to conclude that Tang Qing’s aircraft was indeed flying too fast.
Ask?
Better not.
Even if asked, it’s still speeding.
Anyway.
It wasn’t his plane’s problem, but Ayman didn’t have as many concerns and advised, "For safety, next ti maybe don’t go so fast."
"It’s dangerous."
"Alright."
Tang Qing agreed offhandedly.
Speeding?
No.
This is our aircraft’s low-speed cruise. If it were speeding, it could arrive in half the ti. Maximum cruise speed at Mach 2.6 is no joke.
Moreover.
In Tang Qing’s view, this wasn’t even that fast; the fastest passenger jets back in the ’80s exceeded Mach 2, they just got banned later.
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