<h4>Chapter 1550: Chapter 1392: The Red-Hatted Merchant (Please Subscribe!)</h4>


    He Liang knew.


    There were indeed many Huaxia girls in the park.


    Direct recruitment.


    Rmended by friends and rtives.


    Or employees bringing their families.


    This prevented the ce from being dominated by men. Young Huaxia girls wouldn’t dare to work long-term in other parts of Africa, but seeing the security forces here, many felt reassured.


    There were people.


    And guns.


    High wages.


    And safety.


    Coupled with the encouragement from thepany.


    The number of Huaxia girlsing here was increasing, now in the dozens of pairs. He Liang had even attended several of their weddings. Thepany was very supportive of employees from the samepany bing a family.


    Before long.


    The seats at the front began to fill up.


    As the spotlights around went out and the colored lights on the stage came on, Guan Songhua appeared on stage. The noisy scene gradually quieted down, and everyone’s eyes were fixed on the stage, knowing that Tang Qing would soon be connected.


    Tang Qing had put on a show back in the domestic scene.


    They had learned about it on the same day.


    Considering Tang Qing’s many ’previous records’ of creating such surprises, they quickly got on board. They would only be well off if Tang Qing was doing well; without huge capital support, it would be hard to operate here.


    Looking down at the crowded crowd below.


    Guan Songhua took a deep breath.


    And said with a smile.


    "Ladies and gentlemen, colleagues, I am very happy to spend this unforgettable night with all of you. Today is Huaxia’s Spring Festival, and even though New Year’s Eve has passed back home, our celebration is just beginning."


    "This is the second Spring Festival I’ve spent in Congo Gold. First of all, please allow me to express my gratitude on behalf of thepany to all the tribal chiefs, colleagues, friendlypanies, and the officials of the two provinces who have always supported us."


    Guan Songhua bowed slightly.


    Twenty years in the industry.


    Ten years in Africa.


    Wan Qing Mining was the smoothest workce for him; all he needed to care about was thepany’s production progress, without worrying about the local Africans or the local government. Everything was pre-arranged smoothly for him.


    Refreshing.


    Work was always exhrating.


    "Next, please wee the Chairman of Wan Qing Mining."


    As soon as Guan Songhua finished speaking.


    Just like at a banquet.


    Tang Qing quickly appeared before them.


    "Wow."


    "So beautiful."


    "So... big."


    "..."


    Unlike the banquet, Tang Qing was a little taller this time. Considering the distance to the stage, people at the back couldn’t see clearly, so Tang Qing directly adjusted his size to a nine-to-one ratio.


    As tall as five stories.


    Almost filled the front row’s field of vision.


    The scene erupted with astonishment.


    "Incredible," Sadoke eximed, his eyes wide.


    Looking up.


    Even magnified so many times.


    Yet the figure was neither distorted nor blurry. At the moment, others were fervently snapping photos with their mobile phones; they didn’t know that the quality of erged holographic projections could be so good since it hasn’t hit the market yet.


    Take photos.


    Open Moments.


    Post.


    All in one go.


    In just a few seconds, many people in the domestic area knew, andments asking for a live broadcast poured in.


    "Badass," He Liang uttered the two words.


    As a former soldier.


    New technology.


    His first thought was its military usage; He Liang coulde up with many military applications for holographic projection, just not sure if Tang Qing was aware of its value, considering he was directly implementing it in a foreignpany.


    Of course.


    It was just some non-strategic applications.


    A holographic projection.


    It’s not like it’s an aircraft engine; at most, it makes the information more three-dimensional. "Not bad," He Liang quickly came to terms with it, realizing that having the technology based in the United States could greatly avoid theplications from Western countries.


    Tang Qing was a businessman.


    It was a normal business move. Didn’t you see how the Western media ckened the ck Comet Group to carbon, full of sourness? Yet when it came to Microcrystalline Technology, toward holographic projection, there were hardly any ndering it.


    That settles it.


    Let’s just take it as appeasing the self-esteem of Westerners.


    "This adds another way for future exchanges."


    "Definitely not cheap."


    "It’d be cool if watches had this functionality. If it’s released and costs no more than ten thousand, I’ll buy one." Few employees here earn less than ten thousand a month, so spending that much doesn’t really hurt.


    And it would support Tang Qing.


    Support the boss.


    It’s possible that a portion of their sry is subsidized by the profits from Microcrystalline Technology. Thepany hasn’t made much money so far, and their wages don’t just fall from the sky.


    "I’m very curious about what the chairman can see on his side?"


    "Me too."


    "..."


    "Hello, everyone. I’m sorry that this heartless boss of yours didn’t let you all go home for the Chinese New Year, obliging you to have this meal in Africa. But rest assured, once the second phase of the steel factory starts operating next year, it won’t be a problem to let half of the people return to China."


    Tang Qing makes a promise.


    Phase two.


    Right near the steel factory.


    In addition, there’s phase three, located fifteen kilometers away. Due to the sheer demand and the unique geographic location close to several neighboring countries, many businesses from the surrounding nations are vying for steel.


    However.


    They themselves do not have enough.


    Government of the Democratic Republic of the Congo.


    Sadoke.


    And the consumption for the Iron Towers and vis means there’s no surplus in production. Fortunately, Tang Qing foresaw this and started phase two midway through phase one’s construction.


    Halfway through phase two, heunched phase three.


    Just as nned.


    Here.


    It is gradually bing thergest steel supplier in Central Africa. Once phase three isplete, the number of workers here might exceed thirty thousand. Including those from the two central enterprises and those who’ve brought their families, the number of Chinese surpassing a hundred thousand is no exaggeration.


    A lot?


    Tang Qing doesn’t think so.


    This is a major move in his hands, seizing one corner of the chessboard. On the chessboard of Africa, he has made three moves: ck Jail, the Mozambique model, and steel trade, with thest move being Hummingbird Commerce and Storage.


    Once he upies all four corners of the game.


    That’s when the grand scheme takes shape.


    ...


    Upon hearing Tang Qing’s promise.


    The domestic employees erupt in joy.


    Not going home for the Spring Festival.


    They understand.


    Coming to Africa.


    They’re not here forfort. If it weren’t hard to get by in China, and if the wages weren’t higher here, who woulde? Tang Qing offers much better treatment and benefits than otherpanies, which they arepletely satisfied with.


    No holiday, just earn money.


    Have a holiday, just rest.


    They’ve gotten used to it.


    The employees of the two central enterprises, on the other hand, are frustrated. Their own benefits are not bad, and they indeed used to think so. But sinceing here, they suddenly feel like their benefits are not as good as the others’.


    Others have airnes, more than one, even an airport.


    They have fully equipped security forces, guns, cars, and people.


    Their rtionship with the locals is unbelievably good.


    Even their number of women outstrips theirs.


    Frustration.


    They feel like the one across from them is the truly wealthy and powerful central enterprise. After interacting for a while, they also have a guess that Tang Qing’s operations, which would have been impossible without official backing, might already be those of a red-topped businessman.


    "..."


    "After a year of efforts, what we’ve changed isn’t just ourselves but also others." As he says this, images begin to appear on therge screen behind Tang Qing,paring past and present photos of various tribes in the vicinity.


    Their spirit.


    Transportation.


    Housing.


    Shops.


    Roads.


    ...


    Photo by photo, the transformation is recorded.


    The tribal chiefs can’t help but be moved by their own evolution, just as shown in the images. It seems like the change happened in an instant. Two years ago, who would believe they would each have their own little vi to live in?


    No fear of wind.


    No dread of rain.


    Durable and weatherproof.


    Plus richer entertainment activities. There’s no need to steal, no need to rob, only a need to be a bit more diligent to change oneself, to change the destiny of their tribe. Looking at Tang Qing, gratitude fills their eyes.