"If this industrial chain truly takes shape, will Sangha Town improve?"
"Yes, it certainly will!"
"Then, is the content on this blueprint still a pipe dream?"
"You are all elites. If you could make money for yourselves, would you be willing to contribute to the development of Central Africa and allow your compatriots to have a better life?"
"Yes, we are willing!!"
"OK, now I'm telling you, as long as you're willing to invest, I can help you get the equipment and the experts you need. Just hire enough workers, and you can start making money. Are you willing to invest?"
"Yes, we are willing!!!"
Joe Ga looked at the young people whose emotions had been stirred up. He stood on a large rock and clapped forcefully as he said, "Good, now look at me. If everything I've said can be realized, then who will be the boss of Sangha Town?"
Joe Ga, grinning, shook his head and said, "My name is Hu Lang, and my company is called Forceful Strike.
Let me ask you again, if all this can be realized, who will be the boss of Sangha Town?"
Joe Ga watched a group of young people raising their fists and chanting his name. He knew he had won.
Glancing at the equally excited Mary Aenola on the outskirts, Joe Ga pointed to the leaders who had stopped their work and were looking at each other in bewilderment, and said with a smile, "They don't understand a word I'm saying, but I believe you can explain it to them clearly.
I made a wrong deal and got trapped here, but I never thought about giving up, and as locals of Central Africa, you shouldn't give up either!
Can you convince them, right?"
Joe Ga looked at the emotionally charged young people and felt that if he handed them guns now and told them to take out the old men, they would do it without hesitation.
However, killing is always just a means. Making money and gaining influence are the ultimate goals.
As long as these people can convince their elders to build the steel industry chain, Joe Ga's iron mine would have a market.
To be honest, by the standards of China in the 80s, if you ignore the pollution, steel mills are not difficult at all. If they still can't succeed, then there's truly no hope for this place.
Without mincing words, if these young people succeed, not only will they make a fortune, but Joe Ga will also make a fortune—a huge fortune!
Joe Ga placed his hand on the shoulder of the slightly excited Xiao Huang and said loudly, "So take action quickly. There are many links in the steel industry chain, and each link can generate profits and create jobs.
You're not just making a simple investment; you're saving your country."
As he spoke, Joe Ga patted Xiao Huang's shoulder forcefully and said, "This is Xiao Huang. After you've convinced your family, you can find him. He has real experts who can provide you with advice.
I'm giving you one week. If you miss this ship, there will be no more chances to get on board.
The world belongs to everyone, but in the end, it belongs to the young!!
You will win, you surely will!!!"
As soon as Joe Ga finished speaking, a huge roar came from the sky...
A heavily armed Mi-8 helicopter descended from the sky. Then Joe Ga and his team began to pack up, and soon they boarded the plane and left the mountaintop.
The convoy of armored vehicles at the foot of the mountain also began an orderly retreat, leaving only the locals of Central Africa behind...
Joseph watched the Mi-8 depart, and just as he was about to speak to his grandfather, he heard Enya striding towards her father...
"Dad, listen to me..."