Chapter 394 Mine
Oda is so active in helping out, even if the coal business is successful, he will get a lot of benefits.
There's no reason for Ron not to have some ulterior motives. There are plenty of people who want high-quality coal, so why should he sell it to you?
NEC's mobile phone project is what he is interested in.
"Of course," Oda coughed, "Headquarters has already agreed to transfer technology to Suer Electric for some models."
"Good. When do you expect to sign the contract?"
"Just two months, very quickly."
Oda actually doesn't care much about this cooperation. The models NEC provides are all old models, which are almost obsolete in Japan.
They also analyzed the Indian market and felt that there was potential, but it was not yet time for an explosion.
Therefore, what was given was not very exciting and could be called a senior citizen's phone from the 1990s.
But Ron didn't mind, as long as he could make phone calls and send text messages.
If you play Snake or something like that, I guarantee the Indians will love it.
After sending Oda away, he immediately called Ashish.
"boss?"
"We quickly reached a cooperation agreement with NEC on the mobile phone business, including full technology transfer."
"Don't worry, boss. I'll have the Sur Research Institute analyze the information as soon as I get it."
"That's not the point."
"Hmm?" Ashish was a little confused.
"Send the blueprints to Huazi and ask if they can make some upgrades based on them. Soul Electric can pay for the necessary R&D costs, but there's only one requirement: NEC can't be caught with infringement."
"Boss, it seems they don't have a mobile phone business."
"For the dollar's sake, they will have it."
Ron hung up the phone. Since working with Huazi, he has opened up new ideas.
When it comes to research and development, our own Sur Research Institute can't catch up with the other party even if we try our best.
So what to do? Pay for a good teacher.
First, he tricked the technical information from Xiao Rizi, and then gave it to Huazi, asking them to improve it.
After a new plan is put forward, we will teach Sur Electric how to design mobile phones step by step. It is best to master the basic knowledge.
Well, it seems that we need to send a group of people to Huazi to learn from him.
All the R&D expenses have been reimbursed for them, so we have to help Suer Electric train a few qualified students.
Huazi also did not lose out. Not only did he get money, but he also got mobile phone technology for free.
Unless Lao Ren is a fool, he will definitely not refuse.
After achieving results, Sur Electric Appliances can replicate the same operating system used for televisions.
Produce your own fully self-developed mobile phones and launch them into the market at relatively low prices.
As for the NEC mobile phones produced by the joint venture, you can play with them as you like.
Ron neither suppressed nor promoted it, so the NEC couldn't blame him.
By expanding the mobile phone market, Indian mobile will naturally have the soil for development.
The links are closely linked and can strengthen the three upstream and downstream companies of Sur Technology Group at the same time.
So the question is, Sur Electric got what it wanted, and Huazi didn't lose out, so who suffered the loss in the end?
Of course, it’s a life of busyness!
In mid-August, Ron said goodbye to Isa, whose belly was getting bigger day by day, and flew to Bihar with Oda and others.
It turned out that the people who went to inspect the goods on site were from Mitsubishi, and Oda was very polite to them.
Come to think of it, Japan's chaebols are also giants, involved in almost all industries.
Mitsubishi Heavy Industries is not an unknown company, so it is normal for them to have a huge demand for coal.
Dhanbad was still the same old gray and gloomy color. When the sun came out, the whole sky was red, like the fire in the coal mine, with a bloody color.
As the first ray of sunlight appeared, the dim villages around the coal mine seemed to gradually come alive.
Figures set out from the village, carrying bamboo baskets on their heads and holding pickaxes in their hands, stumbling on the rugged mountain road.
There were people of all ages in the crowd. The old ones had white hair and walked with a shaky gait, while the young ones needed to be led by someone, and they also walked with a shaky gait.
Most of these villagers go out with their entire families to dig for illegal coal. The villagers target coal mines that the government has no time to maintain.
They would take the coal away in bamboo baskets and sell it to private owners to supplement their family income.
All the work was done by manpower, with men sweating profusely with their bare chests, while women moved large pieces of coal into bamboo baskets.
The old man was responsible for taking care of the children and picking up some small pieces of coal to use when he went back to make fire and cook.
During mining, the mine was filled with smoke, fire, dust and fog. The falling coal dust made their skin darker, and it was hard to tell whether it was natural or caused by the sludge.
There was a foul smell in the air, which was the toxic sulfur gas released by the charcoal fire burning in the mine all night.
The underground fire illuminated the sky, but the villagers were used to it.
There were such underground fires around their shack-like village, which often emitted large clouds of white smoke, lingering around the houses all day long.
The men had to stop and rest after knocking a few times. The coughing made their lungs hurt, and sometimes the sputum they spat out was stained with blood.
Tuberculosis, pneumoconiosis, and asthma are the basic conditions for the villagers. They have almost become a family inheritance, and every generation cannot escape them.
The half-grown boy was carrying a piece of coal that was bigger than his head and was running back excitedly. I don’t know if he had a headache or not.
From sunrise to sunset, the family's entire day's income is about one dollar, or more than forty rupees.
They will probably never be able to leave this black cursed land, because if they go outside, they can only beg for food, and they may not even be able to fill their stomachs.
Ron and his crew's off-road vehicle roared past here without stopping or looking.
There are too many things, and you can't stay curious about the things you see every day.
Oda and his friends looked outside from time to time, trying to find out what the locals were searching for in the wilderness.
The car slammed into the Dhanbad wilderness shrouded in morning light, bringing with it dust, like a thin veil being lifted.
There are huge wounds on the black earth, entrenched on the edge of the city and near the villages.
"What are they doing?" Oda pointed to a place not far away.
There was a group of people standing in a circle with various tools, and from time to time someone would disappear over the hills.
They first grabbed a rope and went down, then their bodies went in, slowly only their heads were exposed, and finally they disappeared completely.
These people are different from the villagers picking up garbage in the wilderness. They look like workers.
"Mining." Ron took a look and was not surprised.
"Mining?" The little kids looked around curiously, but they didn't see any machinery.
Ron simply patted the front seat and the SUV turned towards the small hill.
The guide who accompanied us was a Yadav, who is now employed by the Sur Mining Company.
If the boss makes a request, he will naturally do it 100%.
They got off the car and walked up the rugged mountain road. When the workers saw the well-dressed people, they just stared at them blankly, not moving at all, like frightened little animals.
The guide went up and negotiated for a few words, and the workers responded in a low voice, usually one or two short syllables, rarely a coherent long sentence.
When Ron and the others stepped forward, the workers had already retreated a few steps away.
It was a mine that could only accommodate an adult and Tiedou.
"These are called rat holes, and they usually belong to private coal mine owners."
"Rat hole?" Oda muttered to himself. This was such a vivid metaphor.
"Just watch." Ron raised his chin.
A worker stepped forward, grabbed the rope at the hole's entrance, and lowered his foot down. There was a rickety wooden ladder at the edge, with no safety measures in place.
Some rat holes are hundreds of meters deep. This is how miners go down to the bottom every day and then dig coal in tunnels less than half a meter high.
They had no modern tools and could only use pickaxes and carry the materials by hand.
There was no escape route in the mine, no water pump, no lights, no ventilation system, only shaky, crisscrossing, crude wooden ladders to get in and out of the mine.
The only light came from the dim miner's lamps in their headlamps, and whenever they took a break, the workers, wearing flip-flops and shorts, would lie on their backs on the unsupported coal seams they had mined.
Every two tons of coal they mined would fill an iron bucket, which was then lowered out of the mine using a rope.
The standing miners are like dominoes. If one falls, everything will collapse, and the people working below will be doomed.
These rathole coal mines often collapsed, and many people died quietly in the process of mining.
Their deaths were so peaceful, without even a splash. The worst that could happen to a private coal mine owner was to dig a new hole and send in a new group of people.
Oda and his colleagues were horrified and shocked. Coming from Japan, where mining was mechanized, they could hardly imagine such barbaric mining methods in Dhanbad.
"There are too many mines here," Ron said as he led them down the mountain, passing by groups of ragged old men and children. "Private mine owners only need to clear the surface vegetation to dig out a rat hole."
"Those are obviously children. Doesn't the government care?" The shock on Oda's face has not faded.
"There are notices prohibiting child labor everywhere in Dhanbad, but no one pays attention." Ron shrugged.
The common people looked at each other in confusion. They couldn't understand India as a country.
"Mr. Soul, your mine."
"You'll know when you get there." He smiled.
After driving about five kilometers northwest, a completely different scene appeared before our eyes.
First, there was a rumbling sound, and then they saw hundreds of various mining machines spread out on the black ground.
You can see the huge mouth from a distance. It is many times bigger than the rat hole.
The giant yellow mining cart went in and out of the huge mouth like a small insect.
You can see more clearly when you are closer. Every time the cutting teeth of the large tunnel boring machine rotate, they will crush large pieces of coal seams.
The dark brown coal blocks hit the conveyor belt like a waterfall, then merged into a black stream and rushed towards the cave entrance along the steel frame track.
"We invited an international professional team to design the mining plan. The hydraulic supports in the tunnel can support rock formations thousands of meters thick, so there is absolutely no safety issue."
"It's the first country in Si!" The little kids nodded repeatedly after watching it.
That's right, the beauty of heavy industry is the correct way to open up the mining industry.
The rat hole just now really left them with some psychological trauma.
After all, no one wants their suppliers to cause casualties frequently, especially in cross-border trade, which can easily lead to lawsuits by local governments.
"Okay, let me talk about the price next." Ron showed a charming smile.
(End of this chapter)
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