Chapter 252 Meng Meng's Private Affairs

After that, Lin Ruoyan never contacted Lao Xu again. She seemed not to care about the follow-up of the incident, but to concentrate on researching the copper mine project.

Hua Mengmeng arranged some projects that needed to be visited, including existing projects and camps of Chinese companies in the country, and even medical assistance sent by our country to the local area. After a round of visits to all of these, if a new town is really built in the future, it will definitely have to be related to these existing projects and basic service facilities in the surrounding area. It would be best if everyone could help each other and achieve a win-win situation.

This time, the plan was to stay in Africa for a week. Although they were delayed a bit on the first day, they could still make up for it by catching up on the schedule in the next few days. However, Lin Ruoyan still asked Hua Mengmeng, "Do you want to stay a few more days?"

Hua Mengmeng looked at the schedule and asked in confusion, "Well, our plan is basically complete, why do we need to stay longer?"

"Aren't you going to see your father? I remember he is building a road on a project in a neighboring country." Lin Ruoyan was afraid that Hua Mengmeng would be so busy with work that she would forget her own personal matters. It was a rare trip to Africa, so she might as well go and see if that scumbag father had reformed.

Hua Mengmeng said, "I've already called the person in charge of the labor company for that project. He said my dad is smart and has learned to operate a construction vehicle. He drives a road roller on the construction site, which is considered a skilled worker now. I guess he's not physically strong and isn't afraid of hard work."

"Then you really don't want to go over and see it with your own eyes?"

Hua Mengmeng hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Then I'll take a day off. I heard it only takes three or four hours to drive to the camp over there, so a day's round trip is enough."

Indeed, the neighboring country is separated from this side by only a river, so driving is faster than taking a commercial plane. Of course, you can also hire a helicopter, which is faster but more expensive.

Lin Ruoyan said, "Last time, Lu Wei and I took a helicopter ride in Bowa Country. It was quite interesting. Do you dare to try it? You can hire a helicopter here. You can fly over in that helicopter to avoid the bumpy road."

In inland areas that have just experienced war, most roads are not paved, but rather bumpy dirt roads. Helicopters fly from the sky, and as long as they are communicated with in advance, there is generally no chance of armed forces shooting down aircraft.

Zhuoyuan’s camp has a helicopter landing and take-off area, and Chinese-funded enterprises in neighboring countries also have camps, which are very convenient for helicopter take-off and landing.

Hua Mengmeng said, "Boss Lin, I took the helicopter with my own money. Please don't always reimburse me for our personal matters."

"Then you're going empty-handed?" Lin Ruoyan asked again.

Hua Mengmeng said, "Of course. Are we going to beat him up with a stick? I don't even plan to meet him in person, for fear he'll get angry if we see each other."

At noon that day, neighboring country.

Hua Kun finished his morning shift, dismounted the road roller, and took the bus back to the camp with his coworkers. Suddenly, they saw a helicopter flying across the sky.

Still a little worried, he asked someone by his side, "Is that a helicopter? Could it be that some armed insurgents are approaching?"

I heard that a few months ago, a Chinese-owned company's camp was looted by armed men. Luckily, they knew the Chinese were Chinese, so they spared their lives and didn't burn their passports. They only took the valuables they wanted. Since then, many camps have been keeping each other informed and monitoring each other, alerting each other if they see unusual transportation, like tanks or helicopters.

The others were also worried, but fortunately they returned to the camp and saw that everything was normal inside. Even the patrolling security guards did not look nervous, so everyone relaxed.

When Hua Kun went to get food, he saw a helicopter parked in the open space next to the cafeteria. There was a local pilot smoking next to the helicopter, and it seemed that he was waiting for someone.

He recognized the logo on the helicopter; it belonged to a well-known transportation rental company on Africa's west coast. He thought to himself, "It's good to be rich. Rich people travel by helicopter, avoiding bumpy dirt roads." However, the road they were responsible for building, once opened, would also bring significant convenience to the local area. Goods from the coast would be more easily transported inland, and local specialties could also be shipped out for sale.

To be honest, when Hua Kun first arrived in Africa, he was very passive, even ignoring others. He wanted to return home, but he didn't have his ID or passport with him. Once he left the camp, he was surrounded by desert. He couldn't even tell whether he was in the Southern or Northern Hemisphere. He could only accept his fate and play the game, at least to earn a living.

After a few days of getting used to the job, he discovered that those who could drive construction trucks had a much easier time. They only had to work one early or late shift, eight hours a day, which was shorter than the average handyman's hours. They also reportedly received a higher food allowance, including an extra serving of meat and vegetables. This was considered a skilled trade, and there were no entry requirements. Anyone with a driver's license and the ability to drive could sign up and take the course, passing the exam and entering.

He immediately became interested. After all, his roommates were all very decent people, completely clueless about poker and mahjong. After work, they either watched TV or fell asleep, which was quite boring. He'd heard that technical workers had six-person rooms, which were much better than these twenty-person dormitories. Maybe he could make new friends there; there were always people who would play cards and pay.

That's right, it's impossible for him to quit gambling all of a sudden, he knows that he gets paid for his job.

With a goal in mind, he was motivated. In his spare time, he actually learned how to operate a road roller. He was quick-witted and knew how to operate it after just a few tries, saving time and effort. When the foreman transferred him to a six-person room, he was so impressed that he asked if he could see his paycheck and use some money.

In his concept, we are all laborers and there is not much entertainment in daily life. It is okay to play cards with small amounts of money. Why can't we play with a few cents?

Unexpectedly, the foreman checked his file and glared at him, "Lao Hua, you're a temporary worker. The company specifically noted that you owe money. The money you earn from working here will be used to pay off your gambling debts first. If you're caught gambling, your gambling debts will be doubled, and you won't be allowed to transfer or get a raise. Are you sure you still want to find someone to gamble with?"

Money is still money.

The foreman had been informed by his superiors long ago about how to deal with someone like Hua Kun. They used both soft and hard tactics, showed him the salary already in his account, and then mentioned the temptation of a transfer and a raise, which would help him pay off his gambling debts faster and return home earlier. As expected, Hua Kun became obedient.

Compared to his previous job of moving bricks, driving a construction truck was certainly more comfortable. Even though he had no cash, the mere sight of his salary increasing in his bankbook each month gave Hua Kun something to look forward to, so he resisted gambling.

Besides, the guys in my dorm were all skilled workers, some of them studying theory for their professions, saying they were going to take the technical exams after returning home. Some were studying foreign languages, saying they were dating local women and that knowing a foreign language would make communication easier.

Everyone else was so ambitious, but he was the only one who wanted to play cards, but couldn't get into it. Over time, he borrowed some books from the camp library, such as martial arts novels and story collections, as well as some excellent online literary publications, and gradually became addicted.

Hua Mengmeng waited in the cafeteria for a long time before finally seeing her father. He was much tanned, and his spirit was completely different from when he was in China. He ate very quickly without looking around, and went straight to the library after finishing his meal.

After waiting for her father to leave the library, Hua Mengmeng sneaked over to ask what kind of books he usually borrowed. The administrator said it was just novels and the like. He also kept asking when the subsequent volumes of the online novels that were currently being serialized would be available. Hua Mengmeng wrote down the names of the books and returned to the helicopter.

Hua Kun heard the whirring of a helicopter propeller and subconsciously glanced out the window. He caught a glimpse of the tall, thin silhouette of a woman. She looked familiar; she looked like his daughter. Then he lowered his head, thinking self-deprecatingly, "How could she possibly be his daughter? He'd mortgaged his house. Who knows where his daughter is now, washing dishes? She couldn't possibly have come to Africa, and even if she did, she definitely wouldn't want to see him."