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Chapter 1653 - 1485: Differences (Seeking Subscription!)

Chapter 1653: Chapter 1485: Differences (Seeking Subscription!)

Beijing.

Bird’s Nest.

Zhang Yimou put down the phone.

It’s been more than a month since completion, and it’s undergoing final examination and venue testing. Looking inside, the pressure on his shoulders is immense; the first Olympics in Huaxia must not have any issues.

Years of preparation.

The moment of testing.

Is about to arrive.

"How’s it going?"

A middle-aged man next to him asked.

Zhang Yimou said, "Tang Qing agreed. It will be delivered by the end of next month. We must quickly determine the projection content and let the technicians create the effect." The projection is just like a program.

"With so much equipment, I hope there aren’t any malfunctions."

During this time.

They’ve been thoroughly shaken by various unexpected events.

"This shouldn’t be a concern. Their technicians have mentioned that this model of equipment is industrial-grade and can run stably for at least three months. The quality is exceptionally good."

Zhang Yimou couldn’t help but marvel at this quality.

Three months.

He thinks it’s quite possible.

Since receiving the equipment, they’ve been doing extreme testing without any errors. Currently, a long flowing text is being projected steadily across the sky of the Bird’s Nest.

Someone is specifically watching.

If a malfunction occurs.

It can be observed very clearly.

"This technology is truly impressive." The middle-aged man looked up at the sky and praised.

"Yes."

Zhang Yimou nodded.

"Will Tang Qing come to the opening ceremony?"

"He said he would come." As of now, the public tickets for the Olympics opening ceremony have been sold out, but Tang Qing is no ordinary person. Without asking for tickets, he should have already secured them.

"The first rehearsal is scheduled for mid-July, let’s hurry."

"Understood."

...

Twenty-sixth.

Congo Gold.

Capital, Kinshasa.

Chai Ren stepped onto the ’long-lost’ land. Since the last incident, he hadn’t come again. More than a year had passed, and even with the establishment of Congo Gold United Power Grid Co., he, like Tang Qing, connected remotely.

For safety.

Besides his two regular bodyguards.

He also rented four from ’Tongtian’.

Looking at the four two-meter tall black men beside him, Chai Ren felt a strong sense of security. In the previous two crises in Congo Gold, it was these large black men who helped him resolve them.

Very quiet.

But Chai Ren knew.

These guys surely had blood on their hands.

They’re ruthless.

Not talkative.

As he exited the airport, he saw the person who came to pick him up.

Fuloz.

His classmate, the son of former President Mo Yi of Congo Gold. The last incident was also initiated by him, getting Chai Ren involved. Fortunately, someone had saved him along the way, otherwise the consequences would have been unbearable thoughts.

Long time no see.

This physique.

Has expanded quite a lot.

"Haha, you haven’t come for a long time." Fuloz gave Chai Ren a big hug.

"You should exercise."

"No worries, being a little chubby is good."

Fuloz laughed, indifferent. His father retired, now he’s home all day, just eating. When people leave, the tea cools; it’s the same everywhere. Since Fuloz’s father stepped down, very few people come to play with him.

Rarely.

Chai Ren still came to see him.

Friends from Huaxia cherish emotions.

"Let’s go, my father is waiting for you at home." Fuloz said.

Even though he came out, the dam matter hasn’t truly concluded yet. Moreover, for well-known reasons, his father and he were restricted from leaving the country but not restricted from domestic activities.

"Okay."

Then.

They got into two bulletproof SUVs.

In the car.

Looking out the window.

Chai Ren noticed considerable changes.

The layout is no different, but the street environment is distinct. Previously, garbage was everywhere, and many roads were pothole-ridden. Now, looking around, the garbage is gone, and the potholes have been filled.

"Isn’t it somewhat different?" Fuloz said.

"Hmm."

Chai Ren nodded.

Fuloz sighed.

Although he was displeased with Waite.

He had to admire his determination and strength in getting things done. Sanitation workers, they were present before, but their efficiency was terribly low. Waite learned advanced experience from Huaxia at the beginning of last year.

Road allocation.

Responsibilities assigned to individuals.

Increased garbage cans and corresponding processing capabilities, intensified publicity.

In one fell swoop.

Created thousands of jobs and improved the urban area environment. This was non-existent during his father’s tenure. Without comparison, there’s no harm; this point he admitted.

Furthermore.

Another measure by Waite.

Made his prestige unparalleled for a time.

That was the significant improvement in the treatment of civil servants. Previously, this type of personnel had very low wages, struggling even to make ends meet, and their welfare benefits weren’t good, forcing them to find extra income.

For example, Customs.

Nearly openly demanding tips.

Waite was the first to reform here, strictly prohibiting the collection of extra fees. Once discovered, the first step was transfer, the second was examination, and if the situation was serious, repeatedly uncorrected, direct dismissal.

Steadfast attitude.

Until now.

Kinshasa Capital Airport has already replaced a third.

Resistance?

When they were dismissed, it was explained clearly, publicly announced, harming the nation’s image, tarnishing the civil servant group, causing negative impact, with no sympathy from anyone.

A large number of people still want to enter.

The unemployment rate here isn’t low.

To achieve a warning effect, since late last year, the Congo Gold National TV and radio, daily reported one to two cases of these personnel being dealt with, unexpectedly winning countless praises.

In the end.

It became a widely popular program everyone watched daily.

Not long later.

The car arrived at Fuloz’s home.

A relatively large villa.

Seeing Fuloz’s father, Chai Ren observed the courtesy of junior.

"Please come in." Mo Yi said with a smile.

"Yes."

Entering the house.

Took a seat.

"How is your father’s health?"

"Very good."

Mo Yi, having served as President for eight years, knew many people, including Chai Ren’s father. Of course, they met in diplomatic occasions with no personal relationship, just having seen each other.

"Is there something important this visit?"

"For company business."

Chai Ren smiled.

He certainly didn’t purposely come just to see Fuloz; they often talked on the phone.

"Need any help?" Mo Yi asked.

The emaciated camel is bigger than a horse.

"Thank you, it’s regarding Congo Gold Electric Grid Corporation, some electricity projects. I’m here to help the domestic company review them." Chai Ren revealed his purpose, helping domestic company secure projects.

"Are you referring to the French loan from a week ago?"

Mo Yi remembered.

Last month.

Congo Gold United Power Grid Co. submitted a loan application to a French bank, planning to build three medium-sized hydropower stations, totaling 800 million Euro. The loan was quickly approved.

Chai Ren likely came for this matter.

If it were Huaxia offering the loan.

No need to visit.

Huaxia company will surely win the bid. But this is France, and they offer loans with conditions. They will definitely prioritize domestic or Eurozone enterprises, not strictly according to absolute costs.

Surely, that’s the case.

Otherwise, Chai Ren wouldn’t come.

"Yes."

Chai Ren nodded.

He was also doing his best, without guarantee. Primarily, a second-generation friend was involved in this project, and he was invited as one of the shareholders of the Electric Grid Corporation to see if he could do anything.