Chapter 297 The strange way of working of black people (seeking the moon
"They are so pitiful!
How come there are such hateful people in this world!
This Ronald is so abominable, sanctimonious, he seems to be a decent person, but he is actually this kind of person!
You're sending people around like things!" Xia Xue stopped worrying about the problems between Yu Qingyang and those women, began to sympathize with those girls, and loudly accused Ronald.
"Haha!" Yu Qingyang smiled and didn't say anything. He just felt that Xia Xue was too cute.
Xia Xue was so well protected by Xue Qin that she didn't know the dangers and darkness of the world.
The buying and selling of slaves is just the dark side of this society.
There are even darker ones that even Yu Qingyang cannot touch, or rather dare not touch.
"Then what will they do? How are you going to arrange it?"
“Let them help in the infirmary and restaurant!
Do whatever you can!"
"That's okay! Our infirmary is overwhelmed with two nurses right now, so let them go over and help!" Upon hearing that Yu Qingyang arranged the girls to the infirmary and restaurant, Xia Xue felt more relieved and said with a bright smile.
How could she hide her little thoughts from Yu Qingyang, but Yu Qingyang smiled and did not reveal it.
"Then get busy! I'm going back to the infirmary!
Bo!
This is your reward!" Xia Xue kissed Yu Qingyang on the cheek and ran out of the office quickly.
"Haha!" Yu Qingyang touched his face, smiled and shook his head.
There was nothing going on in the office. Yu Qingyang went back to his dormitory and changed into work clothes, preparing to go around the construction site.
This is his habit. As long as he is in the camp, he will go to the construction site every day.
He only has his eyes and ears and never gives instructions on the construction site.
Reporting at higher levels is a taboo, and commanding at higher levels is also a taboo in management.
What's more, he worked his way up from the grassroots level.
We know that many things on the construction site are not necessarily what they seem on the surface.
Therefore, even if he finds a problem, as long as it is not a life-threatening problem, he will not speak up.
As soon as I walked out of the camp, I saw Liang Guanghui, the deputy director of the construction department, coming back angrily.
Liang Guanghui is the newly promoted deputy director of the Construction Department.
"Xiao Liang, what's wrong?"
"Mr. Yu, are you back?" Liang Guanghui hurried over when he heard Yu Qingyang calling him.
"What's going on? Your face has turned purple with anger!" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.
"Alas! I have nothing to do with those black men!
Don’t blame them for being poor, it’s not God’s fault that they are not poor!” Liang Guanghui said angrily.
"Haha, it's not your first day dealing with them, they are like that!
Just ask the foreman to keep an eye on it!
You have to understand, you get what you pay for!
With a salary of one yuan a day, what else are you looking for?"
"Mr. Yu, I know this. It's just that watching them work makes people's livers hurt!
You don’t know how weird they are!”
"How weird can it be? You have nothing else to do, right?
Let’s go and see it together!”
"It's okay..." Liang Guanghui turned around and followed Yu Qingyang out of the camp.
Come to the construction site.
"Mr. Yu, look at this! This is how they work!" Liang Guanghui said, pointing to the mixer.
There are twelve black people responsible for loading the mixer.
This is not the point. The point is that the sand is very close to the mixer.
If it were a Chinese worker, he could just take the shovel and throw it into the hopper.
However, the work of black people is different. They use small carts to push the food into the hopper.
One person is responsible for pretending, and the other person is responsible for pushing.
Each bucket of material requires three carts of sand, and six people, working in pairs, push one cart of sand.
This isn't the weirdest thing.
The most bizarre thing is the cement. One person pushes the cart and two people lift the cement onto the cart.
One bucket of mortar requires two bags of cement (m7.5 mortar, one bucket produces half a square mortar).
Just adding it to the hopper took up another six people.
The division of labor among the twelve people is very clear.
As for adding water, it is the job of the mixer operator.
Seeing the state of the black people working, Yu Qingyang also felt a little pain in his liver.
"Xiao Liang, when arranging the work tomorrow, the sand pushers will be assigned half the number of people!
Three carts, let them load and push them by themselves.
There are only two people assigned to the cement side, don’t give them carts to use, let them carry the cement directly into the hopper!”
"Mr. Yu, if there are not enough arrangements, they will either protest and refuse to do it, or they will drag their feet and delay their use!"
"Give them a set time, how long each jar of mortar takes, it must be completed!
If they can’t finish it, their wages will be deducted and they will leave. If they finish it, they will be given bonuses!”
"How much?"
"Fifty percent of salary!"
"Mr. Yu, this..."
"What? What are you worried about?"
"I'm worried they'll cause trouble, go on strike or something!"
"A riot? A strike?
Are they decorations?
If you dare to cause trouble or go on strike, let them go!
Can you still find workers if you have money?
At worst, go to Butita City to find someone, we will take care of food and accommodation!" Yu Qingyang sneered.
Yu Qingyang invested billions in building an artificial lake not just to avoid taxes.
And also in order to build a good relationship with the Ajigerian government.
One of the purposes is to deal with situations like what Liang Guanghui said.
Local people are making trouble and local workers are on strike.
As long as Yu Qingyang is in charge, there is no need to worry about black people causing trouble, and the government will favor their own citizens.
After leaving the mixer, Yu Qingyang walked and said to Liang Guanghui: "You must learn to guide them and let them understand the truth that the more effort you put in, the more money you can make!
Only then can your family live a good life!
We must learn to set an example!”
"I understand, Mr. Yu!"
"Understand what? You will understand as soon as I say it all day long!
If I don’t say anything, will I just get angry?
You work in construction, use your brain more!
Especially when dealing with workers!
It is better to lead an army than to lead a single man. Managing migrant workers is not that simple. You must learn to use your brain!" Yu Qingyang scolded with a smile.
"Mr. Yu..." Liang Guanghui was scolded by Yu Qingyang, and he scratched his head and didn't know how to answer.
“If you feel that black workers are difficult to manage now, it’s because you have little contact with domestic migrant workers!
If you have more contact with them, you will find that domestic migrant workers are even more difficult to manage!
Ten people have ten minds. It is not an easy task to unite all ten minds and make them efficient!" Yu Qingyang did not pay attention to Liang Guanghui's embarrassment and continued to say to him.
These people who come to Ajigeria are all backbones, and those who can become deputy directors are the company's key training targets.
At the next construction site, he will become the director of the construction department or even the deputy project manager.
If possible, Yu Qingyang is also willing to share more management experience with them.
"Ming...I understand, Mr. Yu!" Liang Guanghui was about to say it clearly, but thinking of what Yu Qingyang had scolded him just now, he temporarily changed it to "I understand."
"hehe!
In fact, when managing domestic migrant workers or black workers, the most important thing is respect!
You have to respect them, as long as they are human beings you need to respect them!
Then there is strict system management!
Compassion does not control soldiers, and justice does not control wealth. If you violate the rules, you must be punished.
You must let them understand that I respect you and you must respect me too!
My respect for you is not only verbal respect, but also labor remuneration that matches his labor!
Let him understand the principle of more reward for more work!
The respect you have for me is that you work hard according to the technician's requirements and don't be lazy."
"I know, Mr. Yu! How do you know so much?"
“Haha, my dad works as a foreman and deals with migrant workers every day!
Since I was in junior high school, I have to work on construction sites every winter and summer vacation to earn pocket money!
I have been working with migrant workers for more than ten years!
When you really get to know them, you will find that although they may have problems of one kind or another, most of the time they are still very cute!
Just like these black workers, they also have their cute places!
To put it in a more literary tone.
There is never a lack of beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to discover beauty.
When you discover their cute side, you will find that your management will become easier!"
"I know, Mr. Yu!" Liang Guanghui nodded vigorously.
He is not stupid. He knows that Yu Qingyang is willing to say this to him, which means that Yu Qingyang values him.
The deputy director of the construction department, to put it bluntly, is the role of running errands on the construction site.
There is a little bit of power, but most of the time it is to convey some instructions from the project manager, chief technical engineer, and construction director.
However, they are all potential stocks.
In particular, the previous deputy director of the construction department was transferred to another construction site as the director of the construction department after working for just over a month.
If you want to say who is most looking forward to the company opening a new construction site, it is these deputies.
This is their chance to turn things around.
Unfortunately, Liang Guanghui didn't know that Yu Qingyang had no plans to start new projects in Africa in the short term.
At the very least, we have to wait until the cement factory makes money and recovers its capital before continuing to invest in new projects.
Road No. 2 has been paved with water stabilizing material, and construction of houses along No. 2 Road has also begun.
The fastest one has already completed the construction of underground garages and basements.
Start construction of the main structure above plus or minus zero.
There are no high-rise buildings in oil towns.
All are two-story villa buildings.
A villa building can be topped out in a month at most.
The rest is supporting facilities, interior decoration, and exterior wall decoration.
After walking all the way, Yu Qingyang stopped in front of a villa.
I saw a black worker clumsily building a brick wall.
"Stones are great! Have you learned how to build walls?"
"Mr. Yu, can you look at the wall I built?" Shitou asked Yu Qingyang in Chinese with a grin.
This black worker was the first Berber officially hired at the construction site.
I gave myself a Chinese name for a stone.
"It doesn't matter if it's OK or not! It's up to the people in the Quality Inspection Department to say yes!"
"I looked good, and they said if I did well, they would give me a salary increase."
There are lazy people among black people, and there are also hard-working people.
Shitou is a black man who is more diligent and studious.
I am not very old this year, just twenty years old, but I am very thoughtful.
Shitou once told Yu Qingyang that he would work hard to make money and send his younger brothers and sisters to school in the city.
Shi Shi, who is illiterate, knows very well that knowledge is the only way for the poor to change their destiny.
"Work hard, you can definitely do it!" Yu Qingyang didn't mind that Shi Shi was dirty, and reached out to pat Shi Shi's shoulder, encouraging him.
"I will definitely work hard!" Shitou grinned excitedly, showing his big white teeth.
Seeing Shi Shi's teeth, Yu Qingyang envied them.
All Africans have big white teeth.
Don't get me wrong, this is not genetic.
Instead, Africans like to use the branches of a plant called the jasmine tree to grind their teeth.
Yu Qingyang tried this method of whitening teeth but said he couldn't accept it.
Very unaccustomed.
Then again, Yu Qingyang didn't smoke much in this life, so his teeth are still very white.
After leaving the construction site, Yu Qingyang secretly considered whether to hold a study class in the camp.
Classes to teach Berber children.
Black workers who perform well in everything can send their children or younger siblings to study classes.
It doesn't cost much to hold such a class.
As the managers and workers from China learned to speak simple Arabic, the original translation became less and less useful.
Translation is only used in more complex conversations, such as technical explanations.
These translators can serve as teachers.
Anyway, I just teach some simple knowledge.
If this thing is done, it will be supported by many black workers.
However, the New Year is coming soon, and Yu Qingyang will return to China after the New Year.
This matter can only be left to Zhao Xinlei to operate.
As soon as I returned to the campground, I discovered that there were more than ten RVs outside the campground.
Just as Yu Qingyang was about to ask what was going on, Stanford came trotting over.
Sun Jian and others stopped him vigilantly.
"It's okay, Mr. Stanford is an old friend!
Let him come over!" Yu Qingyang explained with a smile.
"Good afternoon Mr. Yu!"
"Mr. Bo, good afternoon!"
"Mr. Yu, you can just call me Stanford!" Stanford's attitude became very humble, and he nodded and bowed to Yu Qingyang.
There is no way not to be humble.
Along the way, Stanford Bo truly saw Yu Qingyang's strength.
Along the way, we encountered several armed patrols, in open jeeps with six soldiers carrying steel guns.
There is also a sentry standing at the door, standing upright, holding a steel gun in his hand, standing there motionless, giving people a majestic aura.
All this deeply shocked Stanford Bo.
Let Stanford know that those people under him are scum compared to Yu Qingyang.
The attentive Stanford also discovered that the drivers of trucks and excavators were dressed exactly like the patrols, wearing field training uniforms.
It is in sharp contrast to the work clothes of other Chinese people.
What does this mean?
Does it mean that these drivers are actually security guards, the Chinese veterans Yu Qingyang said were blood-strengthened?
These drivers are veterans who have seen blood, so the heavily armed patrols are the Black Bailey special forces Yu Qingyang mentioned?
Stamford, who has been walking in the darkness for many years, has a very keen sense and can feel that these heavily armed security guards are not easy.
The cold eyes, the action of holding the gun, and the immovable momentum all show their extraordinaryness.
The more Stanford thought about it, the more frightened he became.
That's why he became so humble when he saw Yu Qingyang.
"Stanford, we just parted at noon, what happened to you here?" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.
“I’m here to help my friends in China solve their problems!
Of course, I can also make a little money on the way!"
"Solve the problem?"
“Yes, solve men’s problems!
Working in the Gobi Desert is very hard, and everyone has physiological needs!" Stanford revealed a smile that every man understands.
"Stanford, I didn't expect that in addition to running a bar, you also pimp?" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.
"No! No! Mr. Yu, you misunderstood!
My main purpose here is to help Chinese friends solve their physical problems!
Making money is just a small thing!
I guarantee my girls are all cheap!
My main purpose of doing this is to make friends with you Chinese people!" Stanford emphasized.