Hearing Zhang Hu's words, Yun Fei immediately laughed.＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝＝

It seems that these guys are still very concerned about their actions, but if they really want to fight back against the Rong City Government, they wouldn't use such means, right? If it weren't for Zhang Hu's words, Yun Fei would definitely not pay attention to them and turned around and left.

This is not that he doesn't give Zhang Hu face, but that he really has no good feelings for Li Fei, especially when Li Lu is present. He is not that he has to compromise when he goes to bed, and the woman is led by the nose. However, in order to comfort them and avoid Zhang Hu being worried there, he thought about it and explained to them: "Uncle Zhang, Lao Xie, this matter has nothing to do with the municipal government. The senior management of Jiuyi Group is chaotic, and our products have always been in short supply over the years. The company's management level has not kept up with the company's development pace. Now there are problems, so rectification is imperative..."

Yun Fei's words immediately made several people confused.

"Isn't your company's development in a good state?" Xie Heping obviously didn't believe Yun Fei's words.

Yun Fei grinned and said with a wry smile: "Anyone thinks that our company is developing very well, but the crisis hidden behind it can only be known in the internal sense. It is useless to tell you about it. I can only say that this time our Jiuyi Group has been thrown into the international market..."

It is difficult to explain such things clearly to them.

Even the senior executives within the company did not take this matter seriously, and did not see that the other Millen team regarded their company's management situation as a management case? If there was no rectification, big problems would arise sooner or later.

"Especially our marketing department, our five-axis is now ready to go on the market, but there is not even one order. When asked, they don't even know which customers have such market demand. Do you think this will work if it continues?"

Yun Fei's words finally made the boss feel relieved. As long as it was not because of the new mayor Li Fei, who used land to control them some time ago, there would be no problem. For them, this matter was not something that they could do. As long as the affairs of Jiuyi Group did not affect the economic construction of the entire Rongcheng.

After all, Yunshi Holdings has almost become a weather vane for the economic development of the entire Rongcheng.

Since she was worried about it, the atmosphere of eating and drinking naturally became much easier. However, Li Lu was reluctant to speak many times, and Yun Fei did not give her any chance to ask questions.

In Mauritania, Africa, it was more than ten hours later than China. When the sky was already dark in China, a new day had just begun.

This is a country with a low number of people, and it is rarely seen as huge urban buildings as China. Compared with Europe, the situation here is worse. Although it is rated as one of the least developed countries in the world, this country is not very well-known internationally.

With less than four million people occupying millions of square kilometers of land, they cannot even produce food to support their small population. They have to rely on international aid food every year.

Of course, it is not other things that make this country famous, but the only country left in the world that has slavery! In recent years, this country has also carried out many abolition movements, but it has never had any effect.

The White Moors are still the nobles and rulers of this country. The Black Moors are their slaves, while the Black Africans are the few free peoples in this country. Only by deeply integrating into the life of this country can we understand everything. In Mauritania, the Black Moors, as slaves, are not included in the demographics at all. Because they work for their White Moor masters without any reward, and there is no welfare, and everything they eat and wear is provided by their masters.

The White Moors are descendants of the Arab nomadic peoples, while the Hemoors are descendants of the Arabs and African blacks...

The food provided by international aid is mainly aimed at black Africans who belong to local indigenous people.

And Wu Fan is like this.

I have been to Africa for more than half a year. Most countries in West Africa have been running, but their work has not made any progress.

Originally, this country was not suitable for them to set up a service point. The only airline had only three planes. Many times they had to drive by themselves when they went to neighboring countries. Where is Africa? A place full of wildness and strength. A place that is the most unsafe in the world.

War and rebellion are always on this continent.

If Wu Fan and the other two staff members had not been prepared with the five-star red flags at any time, they would have been arrested and cooked by those militants. China has always had a very good relationship with poor countries like Africa. Whether it is a rebel or a government army, under normal circumstances, the Chinese people here will not touch.

Because in Africa, many countries have medical teams and engineering construction projects assisted by China.

In the desert country of Mauritania, there is only one port - the Friendship Port of Nouakchott, the capital. This is a seaport with an annual throughput of 500,000 tons, which was established by the Chinese government and the Mauritanian government in 1980 at the invitation of the Mauritanian government and sent engineering and technicians and workers for six years. Almost all exports of Mauritania go out from this seaport...

"Angkor, is Is Ismed's grandson reliable? If we wait like this without any news, we will not be able to explain. This has cost more than 100,000 yuan to the grandson!" Cui Haoyuan, 27 or 28, frowned and asked Wu Fan, who had been lying on the bedside with a frown in the morning, smoking.

"Although the cost of this research has not exceeded the budget, if this continues, it is difficult for the boss to explain..." Another Zhao Jinrui who went abroad was also extremely distressed.

After so long in Africa, they have been to these poor African countries as long as they are not too chaotic.

Tens of thousands of dollars were thrown out, but not even soaked.

"Ismed should be more reliable. After all, this grandson has just taken office for a while. If he wants to revitalize the mining industry in their country and expand the mining of those mines, he naturally has to purchase equipment on a large scale. France, Spain and other countries are now using this to threaten them..." Wu Fan threw the cigarette butts in his hand to the ground and slapped them out. Then he said fiercely.

Although his tone was fierce, he was also very uncertain.

Mohamed Urd Ismed is only in his early forties and has just become the Minister of Industry and Industry of Mauritania. The Taya government is determined to get rid of the national economy's dependence on Europe and wants to vigorously develop the mining and ore processing industry, but it is stuck by European countries due to equipment problems.

It took a huge amount of energy and thousands of dollars to join Ismed.

After spending tens of thousands of dollars, the grandson met them. As soon as he met, he proposed that he could use mining equipment from China, but he asked Hongqi Machinery to provide a complete set of ore dressing equipment and refining equipment, preferably a steelmaking production line.

However, what they can pay for is the ore that has not yet been mined.

This is not good news for Wu Fan and others. Because in this foreign country, especially in these countries, there will be coups at any time, and if the investment is not easy, they will not be able to recover. At that time, they will not only not be the heroes of the company, but also the sinners of the company.

You know, such a set of equipment will at least be hundreds of millions of dollars, equivalent to billions of RMB!

"It's useless to agree with Ismed. The key is that Taya agrees. Although the ore replacement equipment plan has huge benefits, the country may not agree..." Zhao Jinrui is in his forties. He is considering much more calm than the other two people.

However, his personality is relatively silent, otherwise he should be the person in charge here, not Wu Fan, who is younger than him.

"The Zuerat iron ore near Fderick is now the largest iron ore in Mauritania. If Taya wants to obtain more funds, it must expand the mining of this iron ore. So this is a huge opportunity for us. However, Alstom's grandson will not let go easily..." Cui Haoyuan hopes to complete this order business.

If they succeed, they can definitely gain a foothold here.

More importantly, once this matter is done, they may become millionaires or even millionaires! This is the only reason why they are willing to risk their lives to come to this primitive place in Africa.

"That's right, it depends on whether the boss will agree. Otherwise, everything will be useless. If the French are willing to lend them, we will probably have nothing to do. OK, an hour has passed since the agreed time. The car that Ismed, his grandson, came to pick us up, should have arrived..." Wu Fan sighed.

Wu Zhongda had no choice or the courage to agree to their plan.

They sent telegrams to the country to inquire. After receiving the request, they would study and decide as soon as possible and give them a reply, several days have passed, but they have not received any reply.

Fderick, formerly known as "Guro Castle", is a mining city in northwestern Mauritania. It is 241 kilometers north of Atal, near the border of Western Sahara. It has a population of 50,000 (1984). There is a large Zuelath iron ore nearby, with a reserve of about 2 billion tons, which is basically a world-class iron ore. It was put into production in 1961 and was mined open-pit. In the 1970s, the ore production was about 10 million tons per year. In 1984, the new Gelbu mine and ore processing plant were built, with an annual concentrate output of 12 million tons. However, the amount they mined was not determined by themselves, but by the French and Belgians.

However, the scale of mining of this iron ore is not very large. The main mines are controlled by the French. After Taya, the chief of staff of the Nouakchott Military Region, came to power in 1984, it took more than ten years of hard work to nationalize the mine.

It is precisely because of this that the mining scale of such a large mine is not large, and it is basically purely manual and original mining, with an annual mining volume of only more than three million tons.

Now the Taya government is in an economic crisis because his grandson offended their biggest aid country, France. It is mainly about the exploitation rights of a large number of oil fields and natural gas fields they discovered. The French want to take it into their hands. After all, oil in the Middle East is a powerful weapon that affects the entire world economy.

The Taya government naturally knew that this was also their best opportunity to get rid of Europe's economic control over their country, and would definitely not send these things out foolishly.

"Old Wu, your telegram is from China..." Just as Wu Fan and his men came out of this broken hotel to wait for the driver sent by Ismed to pick them up and talk about this matter, a young Chinese man called out to the envelope in his hand.

"Xiao Xiao, aren't you lying to us? I called you to ask where you were in the morning..." Cui Haoyuan looked surprised.

The young man in front of me, who was just in his early twenties, was a staff member of the Chinese office in Mauritania, named Xiao Zhijun. I don’t know what route he was taking, but he ended up in this country where birds do not shit. Wu Fan and others were very familiar with it. After all, there were not as many Chinese people as many developed countries here.

"How can I do it? I just arrived. I know you are very anxious, so I sent it to you directly..." Xiao Zhijun smiled and handed the telegram in his hand to Wu Fan.

"I said your Ministry of Foreign Affairs is really stingy. Although they are a poor country, it's nothing to set up an office, but can you install an international telephone? It's inconvenient to contact the domestic one if there is anything. Telegram is supposed to be eliminated long ago..." Cui Haoyuan was speechless when he talked about this.

In China, with the popularity of telephones, many people in rural areas have even installed telephones. China's office in Mauritania is better, with only telegrams, which are about to be eliminated.

"I said, brother, don't stand and talk without a pain in your back. This country is so poor. Even if you install an international phone, you have to transfer it several times before you can contact the country. If you make a phone call from Europe and the United States, it will cost only twenty-three yuan per minute, and you will have to spend hundreds of people in a minute..." Xiao Zhijun was also very upset when he talked about this.

"Isn't this telegram expensive? I said you didn't charge the money and send benefits to yourself, right? It's five or six yuan a word..." This international telegram is also not cheap either.

"..." Xiao Zhijun was speechless.

In Mauritania, a small country, the combined number of Chinese people will not exceed 500. Even if you use this to make money, you won’t make much money, right?

"Old Wu, what is the telegram saying? Did the company agree to our plan?" Zhao Jinrui, who had been silent, asked Wu Fan when Cui Haoyuan and Xiao Zhijun were nonsense.

They have been waiting for news from the country. If there is no clear reply in China, they will not be able to deal with it. When they meet Ismed's grandson once, they will have to spend thousands of dollars less. They have not much left since the 100,000 dollars they brought out from China and now.

And Ismed is now urging them.

"The telegram was taken by Mr. Wu. He said that the boss had agreed to our plan, but this matter had to be signed with Colonel Eli Urd Mohamed Val, the director of the National Security Administration of Mao. The boss was drunk and did it all by himself, right? But some mining equipment, with their Ministry of Industry and Mining, wouldn't it be?" Seeing the content of the telegram, Wu Fan was stunned.

Regardless of any country, importing mining equipment and exporting ore, it has nothing to do with other people's national security departments, right?

Wu Fan handed the telegram to Zhao Jinrui. He really couldn't figure out what the boss sold in this gourd. Even if they suggested it, people might not pay attention to them. Although it is a small poor country, most people are so poor that they don't have to wear underwear, but after all, they are also senior officials in a country, right?

Zhao Jinrui looked at the content of the telegram, and after repeatedly confirming that they were not wrong, he returned the telegram to Wu Fan, and said with a wry smile: "The boss may have made a decision after getting drunk. This is clearly a problem for us, right? The guy Val rarely appears in the public eye. If we ask, maybe Tayana's grandson will have to kill us..."

"What should I do now? The grandson of Ismed came to pick us up here..." Wu Fan was about to say something, but he saw a convertible military jeep with black smoke coming from behind the butt not far away and the engine was very loud, slowly driving towards them.

In the capital of Nouakchott, the Mao country, there are not many cars at all.

Many of them are cars that have even been eliminated in China. After the first time they felt that this might be a car from the 1960s and 1970s, they had serious discussions. After all, this car can break down three or four times from the so-called international hotel where they stayed, a three-person room without a bathroom or hot water supply. It costs fifty dollars a day to the Maoguo Ministry of Mining, which is only five or six kilometers away. It is in China. Even the speed of the bicycle is not as good as that of the speed.

So, there was nothing to be surprised about the car appearing here more than an hour later than the agreed time.

"Xiao Xiao, thank you, you have helped us a lot. When we finish our business today, we will come to your side to make some dishes and have two drinks... Xiao Cui, let's leave..." Wu Fan said to Xiao Zhijun, who was still talking nonsense to Cui Haoyuan.

"Angkor, your business is over? Are you going to go back to China?" Xiao Zhijun's eyes suddenly became lit up when he heard Wu Fan's words.

"If the matter is agreed, I guess I will go back. However, if the agreement is done, we will probably have to stay here forever..." Wu Fan said casually.

“When will I go back?”

"I don't know how much we can talk about today. Even if we go back, we will probably only go back alone. Okay, then grandson is urging us to talk to you later..." Wu Fan naturally knew that Xiao Zhijun wanted them to help bring some things back to China.

Once people here encounter someone who wants to return to China, they usually beg someone to help bring some specialties or something to their families in China. This has become a common practice. However, the people in the office do not bring them for themselves, but Chinese people are also here.

So Wu Fan did not refuse directly.

When they came here, they were all thanks to the help of the office staff and their compatriots here. Otherwise, they could not move forward in a country with only English speaking French and Arabic speaking official languages.

Xiao Zhijun also knew that these people from China who came here to develop the market were talking about big business here. Although people in this country had no idea about time, since their cars had arrived, he didn't say anything more.

When he walked to the front and looked at the black driver who looked at them with a smile, Cui Haoyuan handed the black driver two ten dollars tickets. The black man was so happy that he liked to carry these guests from faraway China the most because he could get twenty dollars every time.

You know, this driver is a Black Moor. Driving for his White Moor owner Ismed is a matter of duty, and there is no salary at all.

These Chinese people did not look down on him like those white people. They either scolded him when he was late or his car broke down, and they still had to smile.

"Karen, there will be no problem with this car today, right?" Cui Haoyuan's main job is to translate, and sales are second. Especially when he speaks French and Arabic, he wouldn't have sent him here. He is already very familiar with this and very shy Black Moor slave, and they really have nothing to look down on.

Chinese people are very low-key abroad.

"Sir, the car is in good condition today. I have only broken down twice on the way..." After the black driver collected the money, his smile became even more cute.

"It's really good. Mr. Ismed is waiting for us, let's go..." Wu Fan and Zhao Jinrui really don't understand Arabic, and they have to stutter simple conversations. Although they have been trained in China for a long time, they really don't have any language talent.

For this old car that has almost never undergoes any maintenance, it only broke down twice on the way. Although Cui Haoyuan was in great pain, he had to praise the car's condition in very good condition. After all, the most they encountered was seven times!

"Okay, please sit down..." After seeing that several people were getting in the car, Karen took a lot of effort to ignite the fire. Black smoke came from behind the butt of the car and rushed forward. Before he could walk ten meters, he immediately shook and stopped...

The few people in the car immediately looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

This broken car is really unprofessed. I just praised it and it was like this.

Several people were also very helpless about such a thing. Logically speaking, Mao's Ministry of Mining is the most abundant department in their country, but Ismed's grandson's car is like this. Especially when you want to see him, you have to take this car if you think of him as a distinguished guest...

Otherwise, Minister Ismed would be very unhappy... (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!