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That night.
All major media in Congo Gold joined forces.
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They disclosed the ’crimes’ of Valen and his family, specifically pointing out that Valen was a major aplice or even the mastermind, leveraging his position to provide protection and convenience for his brother.
As soon as the news was aired.
Everyone who saw it knew.
Valen was done for.
Inside the Hot Pot Restaurant.
Ma Peng was somewhat bbergasted.
The guy who was strutting around and extorting others at his cest night had be the grand devil everyone wanted to strike down in less than a day. The ’operator’s’ power was too immense!
He had thought at most Valen would be removed from his position.
But they.
Went straight for the kill!
In an instant.
Regarding He Liang.
In addition to respect, there was now an added sense of fear.
...
The next day.
Morning.
Kinshasa - Vi district.
Zhongyu Special Guard (Central Africa) branch.
A silver bus pulled out.
On the bus.
Sat Chu Sheng and the thirty-six security personnel prepared for the coverage task. With such a resolution to Ma Peng’s incident, he felt assured, though he did not expect it to be handled so ruthlessly.
Directly annihting him.
Terrifying.
Yet satisfying.
He had not expected that there were suchplicated rtionships behind Valen. Now that these were uprooted, it also prevented future retaliations against Ma Peng. Thepany’s power was truly not to be underestimated!
Half an hourter.
The bus arrived at the Airport.
Although they were flying on a private flight, they still had to go through security checks, just without the process of ticket verification, and unless for a task, guns were not allowed on board. The only ones with guns on the ne were the crew members.
Boarding the airne.
They all took their seats in order.
Soon.
It was almost full.
Those riding this Airne were not only them, not just theirpany’s people, but also staffers from other tworge Central Enterprises, and even locals from the Tribes were gradually being included in these flights.
Last month.
Thepany even organized a three-day tour of Kinshasa for the tribal chiefs.
The effect was good.
However.
If these other tribe members wanted to ride, they had to pay. Tribal chiefs and other ruling elites could register an ount, butmon folks could not, otherwise, with their style, they would definitely ride every day for fun.
However.
After waiting nearly 20 minutes, the Airne hadn’t moved!
"What’s going on?"
"Maybe it’s a malfunction."
"Knock it off, perhaps we’re just waiting for someone."
"Who’s such a big shot?"
"..."
There was a buzz of discussion inside the Airne, but no one used profanity as this was not amercial Airline but a private one, so there was no talk of punctuality. After another ten minutes or so, they saw a group of people rushing on board.
Men and women.
Some were looking at the equipment.
And many recognized the markings on the outside of the equipment packaging!
"Eh? CCTV journalists!"
"It’s really them."
"What are they here for?"
"..."
The arrival of this group.
Immediately sparked a heated debate.
"Hello!"
A good-looking girl took a seat next to Chu Sheng.
Chu Sheng was startled.
This girl.
Why didn’t she sit with her female colleagues?
"Hello, you’re from CCTV, right?" Chu Sheng quickly said.
"Yes, my name is Bai Qing, Qing as in clear skies." Bai Qing introduced herself. She was here specifically for an interview, and driven by professional spirit, she noticed Chu Sheng, the Chinese dressed differently, as soon as she boarded.
"Chu Sheng."
"We were supposed to arrive in Kinshasa two hours ago, but there was a fault with the original Airne, we had to switch the Aircraft and the departure was dyed by two hours. By the way, seeing your uniform, are you a security personnel?" Bai Qing asked curiously.
"Yes."
Talking to a CCTV journalist.
Chu Sheng was genuinely a bit nervous.
"Have you served as a soldier before?"
"Yes."
"Which part of the country is your family from?"
"..."
"Are you married?"
"..."
The Airne slowly took off.
And Chu Sheng.
How he wished the ne wouldnd quickly, this journalist was too terrifying. After making small talk, she kept inquiring about the situation in Wanqing Industrial Park. Chu Sheng loathed that he had to sit in a single row.
...
Two hourster.
The Airne slowlynded at the Industrial Park Airport.
Chu Sheng hurried off the ne.
Once off the Airne.
He saw Wan Qing Steel Factory Director and Mining Area Manager Guan Songhua standing outside. Besides him, there were also in-charge folks from two Central Enterprises. He knew they must be here to wee Bai Qing.
"Director."
"You’ve worked hard, Xiao Chu," Guan Songhua said with a nod and a smile, very amiable.
As for putting on airs as a leader?
Please.
These were people from Zhongyu Special Guard, not his direct subordinates, and many things at the Steel Factory were not under his control, even Finance was jointly managed by Tianyan Group, and he didn’t have much say.
He was a true Professional Manager.
"As I should."
After that.
Chu Sheng led the newly arrived thirty-six people.
They walked towards the nearby Office building on foot. Although the weather was hot and dry, Chu Sheng would take the peace and quiet over the psychological ’torture’ he endured from Bai Qing on the ne any day.
...
The following day.
Early morning.
Chu Sheng was called into the Office by Guan Songhua.
"Xiao Chu, this is Bai Qing from CCTV. She’ll be staying for a week to film a documentary about Huaxia enterprises in Africa. During this time, you’ll be responsible for their Safety," Guan Songhua said.
"Yes," said Chu Sheng, looking at Bai Qing beside him.
"Remember, you must ensure their Safety. If you’re going to film outside the Industrial Park, be sure to bring more people andmunicate with those Tribes in advance. You need to be careful about this," Guan Songhua reminded.
"Understood."
The two walked out of the Office.
"Please take good care of us!"
"Journalist Bai, there won’t be any dangers in filming and interviewing within the park, but if we go outside, you must listen to me. I’d prefer we minimize going out," Chu Sheng spoke seriously.
Bai Qing stroked her hair and smiled, "Since it’s an African feature, how could we not go out? Interviews within the park willest. Your task today is to take us around the Peripherals and shoot some exterior footage."
"...Alright."
Chu Sheng agreed.
Afterward.
Chu Sheng led them downstairs.
"Darn, we’re riding in this?"
At the sight of the row of eight Hummers and a military extended off-road vehicle downstairs, one of the photography guys burst out with strongnguage. Most importantly, what did the people inside have in their hands?
Are you moving out all your possessions?
"Riding in this is safer. Please get on," Chu Sheng said indifferently.
"Is it... very chaotic here?" Bai Qing asked.
"It’s not as chaotic as you imagine, but it’s not exactly peaceful either. Tribal conflicts happen frequently, but they are usually minor. Another thing, you can film, but it’s best not to capture our equipment."
Chu Sheng said with grave seriousness.
Yes.
Chinese in Africa have guns.
And great equipment.
It’s a matter of pride.
However.
Once it gets widely spread, if some malicious people catch onto this detail and make a story out of it, iming Chinesepanies have a significant armed presence in Africa with impure motives, excessively armed, etc., this moment of boastfulness would turn into stupidity.