<h4>Chapter 1821: Chapter 1647: Climbing the Pole</h4>
Nearly one hundred and sixty vehicles.
As soon as they hit the road.
They immediately attracted onlookers.
In fact.
It’s hard not to be watched, as these vehicles form a line without any overtaking, directly upying onene. Keep in mind, most of these are not small passenger cars but long transport trucks.
They line up in a straight line.
Adding the safe following distance.
Nearly four kilometers.
Causing the vehicles behind to want to overtake, but it takes a while to even see the front, even though the road conditions here are not good, at least it’s a fourne road, otherwise overtaking would be challenging.
The leading SUV.
The co-pilot seat.
Chu Sheng is not rxed, his eyes asionally nce at the central control screen.
Zooming in.
Zooming out.
Checking for any straggling vehicles, reports from other vehiclese through the earphones!
"Vehicle one, observation normal."
"Vehicle two, observation normal."
"Vehicle three, observation normal."
"..."
Just hit the road.
Everything is normal, but Chu Sheng knows, along the way, vehicles are bound to break down, some take a long time to repair, some repair quickly, and the best case was only half of the vehicles arriving at the park simultaneously.
The others.
Mostly joining with the ones thatgged behind midway.
At this moment!
Buzz!
The satellite phone on the co-pilot desk buzzes; Chu Sheng quickly picks it up, "B0833 convoy task, all is normal."
"Received!"
Every twenty minutes.
He must report the task situation to headquarters, tedious but a necessary reminder that they are on a mission and cannot ck off. Yet this is still the reporting interval for general escort tasks.
If it was in a danger zone.
Like in Congo Gold, routine patrols report every ten minutes.
On a mission.
Every five minutes.
Chu Sheng ced the satellite phone back, still able to see patches of forest outside, but by the time the sunes out tomorrow, it will all turn into endless loess soil, entering the Sahara Desert region.
A forbidden zone for life.
But.
That was in the past.
Now.
With the ’oasis’, the situation shall improve. The North African Park, with its own director once again implementing the tradition of ’building with money’, invested 150 million RMB in greening.
Managing ten square kilometers.
Not much.
But enough for the North African Park, and the Government of Algeria also purchased five thousand square kilometers of management services, with the total contract price reaching 75 billion Asia Dors, also quite the local tyrant.
Among them.
There’s a management area in Tamanrasset Province.
Near the provincial capital.
It’s said.
The top official of Tamanrasset Province was very insistent, even agreeing to pay half of the cost, just to secure a share of a thousand square kilometers, while other provinces thought they could easily get advantages from the government of Zhong Yang.
Otherwise.
Forty-eight provinces.
Tamanrasset couldn’t possibly have one-fifth of the share.
This top official.
Chu Sheng has some impression.
Heard the person’s background wasn’t good.
But worked very hard, starting as a junior police officer, gradually bing the chief inspector of the Public Security Bureau, and then, relying on his prestige, he was elected mayor of Tamanrasset City, deputy speaker, and finally speaker.
Truly legendary!
Upon taking office.
He achieved numerous aplishments, earning the respect of local people. In the past, the next step for Tamanrasset Province’s top official was definitely seeking a transfer to a more developed northern province for a position.
Just like his predecessor two terms ago.
With a single leap.
Became the Algerian Minister of Energy and Mining.
The previous term was quite unlucky.
Failed to switch.
Got caught for embezzling public funds, making way for the then-deputy speaker.
However.
Now subtle differences have emerged.
Previously nothing would grow here.
There were minerals.
But transportation was a hassle, and many weren’t willing toe. Now, however, with the oasis, as long as there’s money, the whole area gains value and bes livable, makingnd a resource.
Even if it is cheap.
Tamanrasset Province spans 550 thousand square kilometers.
Larger than the area of Thand.
In terms of potential.
It ranks several levels higher than before. No matter how cheap, the scale is there. From a personal standpoint, Chu Sheng doesn’t want this person to be transferred, after all, the park was established during their term.
All the rtionships will be easier to manage.
If reced by someone else.
They’d have to familiarize again.
Troublesome.
...
At this moment.
There are also many people who see Tamanrasset as a troublesome yet tempting target, and now thatnd has turned into a resource, its significance changespletely. ces people avoided before have now be desirable spots.
Therefore.
Numerous strategies have emerged these past two months.
Yet, they have all failed.
Previously, those uninterested thought it wouldn’t be hard, but once they actually got involved, they discovered the speaker almost made the ce as imprable as an iron barrel, making it difficult to maneuver.
Unwilling to rise.
Unwilling to transfer.
Not seeking money.
In short.
Resistant to inducements.
Cooperations weed.
No chance to take advantage. However, what they found eptable was the other side’s neutral stance, treating everyone equally and handling matters impartially. To them, this seemed the other’s way of self-preservation.
If not.
Any bias.
Would inevitably cause dissatisfaction among others.
On this basis, the speaker is truly adept at climbing thedder, advocating for constructing a railway to the provincial capital of Tamanrasset, linking the north and south of Algeria, and driving along the economic development.
This project.
Is very costly.
In the past, it wasn’t even considered; it would just be turned down outright. But now the south has new economic and social value, meaning it can’t be viewed as a losing business, possessing long-term investment value.
Algiers.
The Presidential Pce.
"What do you think?"
As usual.
The boss posed a question.
"It can be built."
"There are significant risks."
"But it is of extraordinary significance. Our railways are all concentrated in the north, which is very unreasonable. Whether from the perspective of regional development or strategy, it’s somewhat deformed."
"Previously, repairing it seemed useless, just a desert, vehicles went but people were unwilling to, but it’s different now. We have the ability to change the environment; it’s time for the south to rise."
"If only the oasis were cheaper."
"Now it’s not about the oasis price, but where the railway fundse from? We don’t have it in this year’s budget, and even living frugally next year, we can’t scrape together the money to build it."
"Borrow."
"From whom?"
"Whoever is willing to lend, ask them for a loan."
"..."
Isn’t that stating the obvious?
A tea meeting.
Didn’tpletely reach a consensus but pushed the matter forward a bit, if there is money, then do it. The presiding mind quickly shed a list of countries capable of lending such an amount.
Strictly speaking.
Algeria is wealthy.
But expenses are high too.
This is not a matter of tens of kilometers of rail but more than two thousand kilometers, plus stations along the way, operations, coaches. This isn’t something that can be done with small change; a loan is undoubtedly necessary.
The question is, from whom to borrow?
United States?
Unlikely.
European Union?
Possible, but the approval process will be slow, no less than two years to get through.
Suddenly.
A country popped into mind.
---Myanmar.
But he immediately shook his head, this country recently loaned over 200 billion to Africa; Algeria is not on the ’loaned list’, approval speed is fast, but their quota might be exhausted this year.