Chapter 739 East Africa is a great place, with the woman I love! Get the coffin ready!
The terminal at Alberba Airport was bustling with people, more so than usual.
Human resources specialists from subsidiaries such as Orange Technology, Orange Auto, and Orange Construction had already set up several tables at the exit.
They verified the list one by one while guiding the people onto the buses.
They either sent the person to the city center or took them to Dumka, which is dozens of kilometers away.
If you had come to Asberba six months ago, no matter if you were Chinese, British, or American, you would definitely have been deliberately stopped, questioned, and harassed if you didn't have five or ten US dollars in your passport.
But everything changed after Leggegi came to power.
In order to attract foreign investment and leave a good impression on Chinese businessmen and investors from Europe and the United States, he used almost every trick in the book.
Nowadays, the airport terminal is plastered with hotline numbers and QR codes for reporting such incidents. If it is found that someone is deliberately making things difficult for others, the person involved will not only lose their job, but will also be sent to the north to work in the mines.
More than 4,000 inspectors who set up roadblocks and collected tolls on the highway have been sent to the mining area.
Leggi shows no mercy to his own people.
After all, he came from an armed front leadership background. His willingness to promote civility and development does not mean he would lay down his gun.
In his hands, anyone who dares to hinder Abyssinia's economic development will be sent to meet God or Allah.
Jiang Wenchuang sat on the bus, gazing curiously out the window.
The streets of Asberba were more bustling than he had imagined. Eucalyptus trees stretched their gray-green branches along the asphalt roads. There were women selling avocados with bamboo baskets on their heads, young girls in long skirts, and locals driving camels by.
Occasionally, you can see huge advertisements painted on the walls—"Qingcheng Mobile, as low as $99!"
Every now and then, a few Orange MT300s carrying passengers would drive by.
Clearly, Senlian Capital wields significant influence in the local area.
What made Jiang Wenchuang most uneasy was that a local was wearing a school uniform from "Lanjiang No. 2 Middle School".
He wasn't stupid; he quickly understood.
People in China who collect used clothes then resell them to East Africa.
"I heard that Brother Sen went to the school to give a lecture today, talking about renovating dormitories and building a drone training base. The top ten students in each grade will also receive scholarships. How come we missed out on such a great opportunity?"
A classmate and colleague nudged Jiang Wenchang's arm and asked with a hint of indignation.
Jiang Wenchuang turned his gaze away from the window, glanced at him, and retorted irritably, "If it weren't for Brother Sen acquiring Guanghua College, how would we have the opportunity to earn a starting salary of 12,000 yuan, with room and board included?"
In his view, a civil engineering "underachiever" like himself, who came from a second-tier university, would never have been able to get such a high base salary for his first job if he hadn't had a stroke of luck.
Conditions in Africa are poor, but the treatment Mr. Chen provides is truly excellent.
"That's true! In China, fresh graduates like us earn at most five or six thousand a month. It takes three to five years of experience to have a chance to earn ten thousand."
Ran Bojie nodded in deep agreement.
At that moment, Jiang Wenchuang glanced around and suddenly caught sight of a girl in a white skirt walking by the roadside.
It's hard to tell her exact age. Her skin isn't dark; it's more like the skin tone of someone from Southeast Asia. She has delicate features, and her face and figure are both outstanding.
"There are really a lot of beautiful women in Abyssinia. In just this short time, I've fallen in love several times."
Ran Bojie chuckled.
"Be careful of poisoning!" Jiang Wenchuang reminded him silently without looking at him.
"Oh dear, the probability is just lymph nodes! Warts are no big deal!"
Ran Bojie deliberately used puns to make fun of people, laughing incessantly in a cheeky manner.
Don't be fooled by his tough talk; he's actually quite timid inside and only dares to vent his frustrations.
Jiang Wenchuang ignored him and followed Ran Bojie's gaze, his breath catching in his throat.
The girl on the roadside was really eye-catching. Although I couldn't see her face clearly, her figure was particularly striking.
Abyssinia is located in northeastern Africa, and its people are in a transitional skin color zone. In addition, there are many people of mixed race with Central Asians, so there are not only girls with light skin, but also many beauties with snow-white skin.
Most of them have three-dimensional facial features and curvaceous figures, so it's no wonder that this place is called a paradise for men.
After a 40-50 minute drive, the bus finally arrived at the Senlian Industrial Park in Dumka.
The scene before them completely overturned their preconceived notions about "African industrial parks".
At the entrance of the industrial park stand two metal pillars, each over ten meters tall, painted with silver-gray anti-corrosion paint and topped with a sign that reads "Senlian Industrial Park," gleaming brightly in the sunlight.
Between the pillars is an electric retractable gate, and in the guard booth next to the gate sit two security personnel in dark blue uniforms, each with a submachine gun slung over their shoulder.
The asphalt road in front of the entrance is exceptionally wide, with a smooth and new four-lane road surface. Every ten meters along the lanes, there is a solar street light with a bilingual sign hanging on the pole. The sign reads "Safety in Production, Standardized Operation" in Chinese, and the corresponding words are in Hamla and English below.
As the car drove along the main road, the scenery on both sides gradually unfolded.
On the left side of the road is the construction area of Orange Construction, with blue protective netting completely surrounding the site.
In the construction area not far away, several large orange machines are operating in an orderly manner, with the booms of tower cranes slowly rotating to transport building materials such as steel bars and cement to designated locations.
Construction workers, dressed in uniform orange overalls, wearing safety helmets and safety ropes around their waists, moved nimbly on the scaffolding.
On the open space at the edge of the construction site, temporary prefabricated houses are neatly arranged, with Orange air conditioner outdoor units on the exterior walls, and washed clothes hanging on the clotheslines outside the houses.
On the right side of the road is the production plant of Orange Technology, with several modern factory buildings connected together. The exterior walls of the factory buildings are light gray glass curtain walls, through which you can see the neatly arranged production lines inside the workshop.
The green belt within the factory area is planted with local acacia trees and flame trees, and a layer of colorful permeable bricks is laid on the path in the middle of the green belt.
Soon after, the car arrived at the living support area of the industrial park.
The architectural style here leans towards simplicity and practicality. Several six-story staff dormitory buildings stand side by side, with the exterior walls painted in a warm beige color. Each dormitory room has stainless steel railings installed on its balcony, and some balconies are also decorated with potted plants.
Next to the dormitory building is the staff canteen, which is designed to be spacious and bright, with the day's menu displayed on an electronic screen at the entrance.
Next to the canteen are a small supermarket and a medical clinic. The supermarket's windows display various daily necessities and snacks, and the medical clinic has a sign that says "24-hour duty" hanging at the door. Inside, it is equipped with basic medical equipment and commonly used medicines.
"It seems alright! It's not that bad!"
After the bus stopped, Ran Bojie muttered to herself.
Along the way, he saw many Chinese people, which greatly relieved his unease.
Jiang Wenchuang didn't reply, and followed the crowd towards the dormitory entrance with his suitcase.
As soon as I arrived at the entrance, I saw two girls in light blue uniforms smiling and greeting me. One of them, with her hair in a ponytail, was holding a stack of forms: "I am Lin Xiao, the administrator of the living area. Please register your personal information and pick up your dormitory keys and daily necessities. Someone will take you to your rooms shortly."
Ran Bojie leaned closer to Jiang Wenchuang and whispered, "I didn't expect to have female colleagues here. It seems this place isn't too boring."
Jiang Wenchuang smiled helplessly, unable to do anything about Ran Bojie's appearance.
After registering their personal information, the two received their dormitory keys and a bag containing towels, toothbrushes, and blankets. They rested in their dormitory for half an hour before heading to the office to report for duty.
On the other side.
Wang Jingtao opened the email and found it was a notification of his official employment.
He had been with the company for less than three months, but thanks to his outstanding performance, he was promoted to a permanent position ahead of schedule.
At the bottom of the email, the company granted him a week-long vacation to return to his home country, along with a phone number.
Returning to China?
Wang Jingtao felt a moment of dizziness, and the image of Cheng Jiale stepping on his forehead with his leather shoe and threatening to kill his whole family flashed through his mind once again.
Brother Sen hasn't forgotten!
Wang Jingtao was filled with gratitude.
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The following morning, November 9th, was the second day after the shopping guide e-commerce platform officially banned Ali.
Sitting in his Maybach 62S, before even arriving at the company, Ma Liyun opened the project group and immediately saw yesterday's platform transaction data.
Compared to before November 6th, it's a full 300 million less.
The negative impact of cracking down on shopping guide websites is far more serious than he anticipated.
The team previously estimated that blocking shopping guide websites would at most cause a temporary drop in transaction volume of 100 million yuan, which would recover within a week thanks to the platform's own traffic.
But reality dealt him a heavy blow!
Ma Liyun stared at her phone screen, her brows furrowed.
The fact that those e-commerce platforms that acted as shopping guides joined forces and proactively cut off their technical interfaces with the Ali Alliance is highly unusual.
You should know that in the past, these shopping guide platforms made a fortune entirely by relying on Ali's traffic and resources. I only suppressed it a little, but it actually provoked such a strong resistance.
It's just a demotion, at most they'll earn half less money, is it really worth making such a fuss?
Ma Liyun narrowed his eyes, vaguely making a judgment in his mind: most likely, Senlian Capital was behind this.
Without capital backing, these shopping guide platforms, which usually don't respect each other, would never be able to unite as one and dare to challenge Ali head-on.
at the same time.
Taiyao Real Estate Company, Zhoulai.
"What did you say? You want me to pay off the loan?"
Cheng Jiale held the phone, asking incredulously.
Those in the construction industry are most afraid of banks withdrawing loans.
"President Meng, I don't think I've offended you, have I?"
Seeing that the other party remained silent, Cheng Jiale pressed for an answer.
"Boss Cheng, always leave some room for maneuver. You've gone too far these past two years. You'd better watch yourself."
After finishing his sentence, President Meng hung up the phone with a snap.
Upon hearing this, a chill ran down Cheng Jiale's spine, and memories from twenty years ago flooded back.
At that time, in his attempt to secure a project, he inadvertently offended a powerful local tyrant who threatened him, telling him to prepare his coffin.
If it weren't for a powerful figure intervening on his behalf back then, he probably wouldn't have survived that crisis.
At this moment, he felt the exact same sense of crisis!
Cheng Jiale frowned, unable to recall which person he had offended.
He has always been very cautious in his approach to things.
Before ever considering taking action against someone, I always conduct thorough research first.
If you can afford to offend someone, then deal with them mercilessly and thoroughly, leaving no future trouble.
If you can't afford to offend someone, immediately hide your sharpness, act like a grandson, lower your posture, and dare not offend them in the slightest.
"Ring ring—!"
The phone on the table rang.
Cheng Jiale picked it up and saw that it was a foreign number. He was about to hang up, but then a thought flashed through his mind and he pressed the answer button.
(End of this chapter)
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