Three people took a plane, first to Bangkok, and then transferred to a small town called Bawang, where Benyuan Mine is located.
Bawang is not big, but there are many people. The whole city looks crowded, messy and full of fireworks.
It was afternoon when we arrived at Bawang, so we checked into a hotel first.
"Deputy Director Zhu, Director Nan, let's take a break first. We will have dinner at six o'clock. After dinner, we will discuss it." Shang Rong looked tired.
He was only forty-four or five years old, but he had been indulging in wine and sex for many years, and his foundation had long been exhausted. It was obviously too much for him to travel all the way.
Nanxing's health is much better, and the small eyes behind the lenses are still very bright.
Zhu Zhiyuan felt nothing at all.
The reborn body is really good, and after practicing the Mother Earth's spell before going to bed every day after the Pisces Island incident, it is even better.
I would often fall asleep in the state of gong, and when I woke up, it would be dawn, without even dreaming. When I got up, I would make a splash of morning urine, which would make the wall crackle.
There are three rooms for three people, a standard deluxe room in a three-star hotel. Jintou is very rich, and no one will save the country's money.
It's just that Bawang is a small town, and the best hotels are three-star hotels. If there are five-star hotels, they must be five-star hotels.
Gong Fenghuang has always been very ostentatious, so Shang Rong will naturally not be inferior to her, at least when it comes to spending the country's money, he will not give in.
Zhu Zhiyuan put his bags down in the room. He didn't need to rest and had nothing to do, so he walked out of the hotel door.
The foreign company he worked for in his previous life was called Feida, which made construction machinery. It was a century-old Swedish brand and its various mechanical products were sold throughout Asia, Africa and Latin America.
He stayed in Africa for five years and sold tens of billions of dollars. When he came back, he went into the Asian market, mainly Southeast Asia. In eight years, he sold tens of billions more, so his annual salary was as high as one million, which was better than that of Han Lin who studied abroad. A doctorate is even higher.
In his previous life, Zhu Zhiyuan was very familiar with Southeast Asia and traveled frequently, but he had never been to Bawang.
After leaving the hotel, I wandered along the street. After walking for a while, I bought a coconut and smoked it while walking. It felt like traveling alone.
As I was walking around, I turned my head and suddenly saw Nan Xing.
Sitting on a tricycle traveling south, Zhu Zhiyuan was not seen.
"Going south?" Zhu Zhiyuan secretly shouted: "He is still riding in the car, what is he going to do?"
If Nanxing went out to hang out with him, he wouldn't think much about it, but the fact that he actually took the car made him think about it.
A tricycle happened to be parked next to it. Zhu Zhiyuan immediately got on it, took out a hundred-dollar bill, and said to the owner: "Follow the tricycle in front, this dollar is yours."
He spoke English. This area was once a British colony and English is the lingua franca. Especially for people soliciting business like this, English should be no problem.
Even if you don’t understand it, you definitely know the dollar.
The car owner really understood it and shouted in English: "Sit tight."
Start the car and follow closely behind that car.
Zhu Zhiyuan asked the car owner not to follow too closely, just stay more than ten meters away, and he was not afraid of looking back when heading south. This kind of tricycle is just a motorcycle with a back seat and a hood. People on the car can see The front and sides, but not the back.
The streets were crowded and the cars were slow and twisting. After driving for about half an hour, the car in front stopped outside a house.
After getting off the car going south, he knocked on the door and said to the car owner: "Don't stop. Stop ten meters in front."
If you stop at this time, you can see him if you turn around heading south, but if you pass ahead, the car hood will block you, and even if you turn around heading south, you won't be able to see him.
The power of the green dollar made the car owner very easy to talk to. When he passed the car and stopped in front, Zhu Zhiyuan slightly poked his head out and saw the door open, and Nan Xing walked in.
Zhu Zhiyuan looked at the house. It was not a hotel or a place for fun and entertainment, but a residential building.
"Does he actually have any acquaintances here?" Zhu Zhiyuan thought to himself, and was not in a hurry. He drank coconut water in the car and waited slowly.
The car owner is not in a hurry. What Zhu Zhiyuan is holding in his hand is only one hundred dollars. Prices here are also low and the income is low. He will have to run for at least half a month, maybe a month, to earn one hundred dollars.
He can make money in one day today, why is he anxious?
In fact, in China, many people only earn one hundred US dollars a month. According to the comparison price, it is RMB 750. At present, the wages in many places in the country are not even this amount.
Even before he was reborn, wasn't it said that the 600 million people in China had an income of less than one thousand?
Such a comparison shows how powerful a hundred dollars is.
After waiting for about twenty minutes, Nanxing came out and someone escorted him out.
Zhu Zhiyuan stared at it. This man was in his forties, of medium height. People here are usually darker, but this man was slightly fairer and fatter. He was well dressed, with a big gold chain hanging around his neck and a hand on his hand. Put on a few rings.
This is a rich man.
Southbound called another tricycle and drove directly past Zhu Zhiyuan, but Zhu Zhiyuan was huddled in the car and was blocked by the hood, so Southbound could not see him.
"Follow up."
As the southbound car passed by, Zhu Zhiyuan waved the dollar, and the car owner immediately started the car again and followed.
Heading south, we went directly back to the hotel.
As soon as he saw the southbound car heading towards the hotel, Zhu Zhiyuan knew that there was no need to follow him. He asked the car owner to stop, gave the car owner the one hundred dollar note, got out of the car, stayed outside for a while, and then returned to the room. .
At half past six, there was a knock on the door. Zhu Zhiyuan opened the door. Shang Rong stood outside and said, "Deputy Director Zhu, go have a meal."
Shang Rong knocked on Zhu Zhiyuan's door and then on the southbound door: "Director Nan, we're going to eat."
Zhu Zhiyuan came out and took a look at Nanxing. After returning from Nanxing, he seemed to have fallen asleep and his clothes were a little wrinkled.
Shang Rong didn't go out, so he ordered a few dishes in the hotel restaurant and chatted while eating. Shang Rong said: "Deputy Director Zhu, you are a very capable person. Do you have any suggestions for this mission?"
"What a powerful person." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "Actually, I only know a few foreign languages. When I meet a foreigner, no matter whether I am familiar with him or not, I dare to go up and say hello. That's all."
Shang Rong actually didn't know him very well. What Gu Fen could ask was that Liu Mei was Zhu Zhiyuan's godbrother, and then he took over the Xizhi project and made a can to replace the plane.
Of course, this is also an ability, but it doesn't seem too surprising. Shang Rong actually thought so in his heart, but he said: "Deputy Director Zhu is very good if he knows a few foreign languages."
"It's useless." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's useless especially here. I don't understand the local dialect here."
Shang Rong nodded and turned to look at Nanxing. Nanxing frowned slightly and said, "The Benyuan Factory cannot continue because the locals are making things difficult. This kind of thing is very troublesome in China."
