Two simple cement bridges took up most of the investment in the Lund Highway. Fortunately, Abacha had reserved 600 tons of cement in advance - otherwise, when the price of cement has skyrocketed, he would not be able to add an additional US$100,000 to US$120,000.
If you invest, this project will go bankrupt directly.
There is no problem with the bridge design. It is designed according to a simple cement bridge, which is not much different from the domestic cement bridges in towns and villages in the 1960s and 1970s.
The column piers and the cement slabs erected on them are all prefabricated with concrete on the construction site of the bridge head, which can minimize the construction time of the bridge, but the structural strength is limited.
Anyway, it can only be used by light trucks. If it is overloaded, the bridge will break and the vehicles will overturn. The people of Longta will call it a scumbag!
The scale of Dracula Mo's municipal construction in recent years is not small at all, and there are many local infrastructure teams whose standards are not bad. Liang Siqian saw a lot of problems when he went to the site, but they were all within the acceptable range.
I held back and did not bring it up. I just mentioned some precautions to Abacha and other supervisors sent by Lonta officials.
It can be seen that Liang Siqian is not very young and has been severely beaten by society. He is not a fool.
Under Cao Mo's supervision, the room he lived in in the mining area already had air conditioning, satellite TV, and a solar water heater. The conditions were not better than the staff dormitories of Dracula Mo, but they were not too difficult.
Now that Song Yuqing lives in a mining area, she can experience the joy of life in the primitive jungle; walking around in the jungle with two lion hounds that have grown higher than her knees does not feel insecure.
Abacha dealt with affairs every day, rushed over on time in the afternoon, took Cao Mo with him to hunt in the forest, and held a bonfire and barbecue party at night, which was very lively.
Wang Wen, who was still staying in Dracula on the fourth day, couldn't wait any longer and called to say that he would also go to Yibogu for vacation. Cao Mo then returned to Dracula with Song Yuqing.
At this time, the foundation of the hydropower station was officially laid and the grinding and filling process in the back section of the cement plant was stabilized. More than 150 tons of finished cement could be produced every day. The cement merchants or project contractors who flocked to the plant paid 400 US dollars per ton.
It was sold out at a high price, and the funds withdrawn every day were as high as 60,000 US dollars, half of which was net profit. Even Abacha found it incredible.
Abacha actually invested US$120,000. At this rate, it would only take him one month to recoup his investment.
The key is that the cement clinker hoarded in the early stage is put into production. After one and a half months, the front-end process is completed and new loading and unloading machinery is added. The daily production capacity of the cement plant will be increased to 300 tons, and the profit scale will also be increased by one.
twice as much.
If it were anyone else, they would never leave Ibogu easily at this juncture.
However, neither Kabuga, Lucy, Overma nor Wendy Scarfe had anything to worry about. He simply and generously left all the matters in the mining area and factory to them.
He accompanied Song Yuqing back to Dracula Moshe for two days to deal with subsequent equipment orders.
Cao Mo thought that Yang Deshan was busy smuggling the 30,000 tons of cement into Kanem, but he didn't expect him and Song Yuqing to rush back to Draculamo, where he saw Yang Deshan sitting with Wang Jianzhong, the deputy general manager of the branch, with a gloomy look on his face.
In the living room of dormitory No. 1.
Wang Jianzhong's expression was as usual, even faintly excited. When he saw Cao Mo and Song Yuqing coming back, he asked in a cold voice: "Where have you been? Why haven't I seen you in the two days since I returned to the branch?"
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"Mr. Yang told us to go down and contact the oil palm fruit supplier. Why, didn't Mr. Yang tell Mr. Wang?" Cao Mo lied.
Seeing Cao Mo's unconcerned look, Wang Jianzhong's face immediately darkened, but Yang Deshan was here and remained silent, so he couldn't accuse Cao Mo of talking nonsense.
"Shen Ji, the vice president of the business department, will go to Draculamo tomorrow to inspect the preparations for the second phase of the pressing plant project. Please prepare for the reception." Yang Deshan said calmly.
"Ah, why did you come so suddenly without any prior notice?" Cao Mo didn't have to consider Wang Jianzhong's feelings, and even complained deliberately dissatisfied, "They are planning to launch a surprise attack on us!"
If Shen Ji really wants to depart from China, it will take thirty hours to transfer and catch up, but they can arrive at Dracula Moor tomorrow, which means they are already in London or a transit airport.
Seeing the gloomy look on Yang Deshan's face, Cao Mo knew without thinking that he had just learned that Shen Ji would arrive at Dracula Moor tomorrow.
This was obviously Wang Jianzhong's deliberate concealment and a surprise attack for them.
Of course Yang Deshan knew that Wang Jianzhong was deliberately causing trouble, but he didn't want to mess up his relationship with Wang Jianzhong at this time. Seeing Cao Mo's face that he didn't think it was a big deal, he patiently explained to him: "Mr. Shen was on a business trip in France before and decided to go to Degu at the last minute. Let Mo go over - Manager Guo still has business to run, and he may not be able to come back tomorrow. You are the deputy manager of the Human Resources and Administration Department, so you should be responsible for the reception!"
In fact, there is nothing to be responsible for. Just arrange the pick-up and drop-off vehicles, and then book rooms at the Lana Del Rey Hotel according to the accompanying group.
"By the way, Zhou Jun will also come with Mr. Shen this time. I guess I haven't been able to contact you." Wang Jianzhong saw that Yang Deshan still understood the promotion and said something to Song Yuqing.
Cao Mo saw that Song Yuqing only showed some surprise on her face and did not feel that she had any complicated emotions, but he felt uncomfortable in his heart.
However, Song Yuqing's husband took advantage of the company's business trip to go to Dracula Mo to meet Song Yuqing. What could he say? He had never had anything happen to Song Yuqing.
"I still have a bunch of materials to sort out. I'm afraid I have nothing to do. Let's leave the reception to Manager Song and Wang Wen." Cao Mo didn't want to receive Zhou Jun, so he just piled the picks down.
"Why are the materials so urgent?" Wang Jianzhong asked dissatisfiedly.
"Mr. Wang, have you asked Mr. Yang personally about this?" Cao Mo glanced at Wang Jianzhong, said casually, turned the car key ring in his hand, and walked out without paying attention to the look on Wang Jianzhong's face. Become the color of pork liver.
Cao Mo transferred the two filling equipments, which was equivalent to saving half of their lives. Even if Yang Deshan couldn't stand Cao Mo's defiant attitude, he would not look at him at this time.
Besides, Cao Mo embarrassed Wang Jianzhong, which was exactly what Yang Deshan wanted to see. At this time, he continued to be a peacemaker and said: "The task I gave Xiao Cao is a bit heavy. Manager Song and Wang Wen will be responsible for the reception... "
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Cao Mo returned to the room and turned on the computer. He saw that Jiaying was online and saw some of the messages she had sent before. He chatted with her for a few days and asked about the situation at home.
"Brother, are you feeling weird today? Did something happen to you?"
"Why is it weird?"
"It's eleven o'clock here now, and you didn't scold me for still playing on the computer?"
Only then did Cao Mo realize that Dracula was seven hours behind the scenes back home. It was now two o'clock in the afternoon here, while it was already eleven o'clock at night back home.
"You are so thick-skinned, what's the use of scolding you? I'm too lazy to scold you." Cao Mo typed back.
After chatting for a while, Cao Mo urged Jiaying to turn off the computer and go to sleep. He opened the door and wanted to go downstairs to find some water, when he heard Wang Wen yelling at Song Yuqing in the half-covered room opposite:
"Why did Manager Zhou arrange to stay in a hotel when he came over? What's going on between you and Manager Zhou?"
Cao Mo stopped and couldn't hear what Song Yuqing was talking to Wang Wen in the room.
To be honest, except for some rumors he heard from Guo Jian, he has not taken the initiative to ask Song Yuqing why she impulsively applied to be transferred to the West Africa branch because of family conflicts, nor has he inquired about Zhou Jun's role in the company.
What position.
Thinking about it seriously at this time, Song Yuqing's character is still very gentle and tolerant, and she is smart and capable in her work. If she just had a bad relationship with Zhou Jun's mother, and she had no conflict with Zhou Jun, she would not run away in anger.
Come to Draculamore, a place where birds don't shit?
Cao Mo wanted to prick up his ears and eavesdrop, but he heard the door creak and saw Song Yuqing pushing open the door and walking out with a water glass.
Seeing that Cao Mo was standing outside the door eavesdropping, Song Yuqing glared at him with her beautiful eyes and went down to pour water.
"Sister Yuqing, why on earth did you come to Dracula?" Cao Mo chased down and asked in a low voice.
"You just lost your temper over this matter and stood outside the door to eavesdrop?" Song Yuqing asked dissatisfied, "What does this have to do with you? Don't stop me from pouring water."
Song Yuqing seemed dissatisfied, but Cao Mo intuitively felt that she was still a little proud, so he went to grab her hand and said, "I'm just a little curious."
When Song Yuqing saw Stena walking into the room, she was so frightened that she retracted her hand and pretended to use a water glass to splash Cao Foam. She glared and whispered: "Are you crazy?"
"Sister Yuqing, do you think it's okay for me to adjust like this?" At this time, Wang Wen took a form and ran downstairs. Seeing that Cao Mo was there, he said dissatisfiedly, "You haven't shown up for more than half a month, and you have ignored even the smallest things.
Give it to me and Sister Yuqing, will your conscience be eaten by dogs?"
No matter what the reasons were behind her back, Song Yuqing didn't seem to want to get back together with Zhou Jun. Cao Mo felt better again and said to Wang Wen: "I really have something to do. You and Sister Yuqing can help me with this matter."
Damn it, I’ll invite you to stay one night at Lana Del Rey again sometime!”
"This is what you said, don't cheat!" As long as Wang Wenduo doesn't suffer any loss, he has no objection.
Cao Mo took a casual glance and saw that there were quite a few people there, and he had specially marked several sea view rooms.
Wang Wen didn't let Cao Mo take a closer look and hid the form behind his back.
Cao Mo asked curiously: "With this arrangement, why doesn't it look like you're here to inspect the preparations for the second phase of the crushing plant in Draculamore? It's more like you're here for a trip?"
"There are a few people who seem to be Mr. Shen's friends. This trip to Kanem has been arranged by the company." Song Yuqing explained, and then said to Wang Wen, "...take it to Mr. Yang.
Take a look and book a room if you have no objection."
Song Yuqing took the water and went upstairs first.
"What kind of conflict do you think Sister Song and Manager Zhou have?" Seeing Song Yuqing enter the room, Wang Wen asked Cao Mo furtively, "Manager Zhou came to Kanem to beg for help, but Sister Song is still pretending
You have a cold face and arranged a separate room for him in the hotel. Isn’t it hard to wipe your face off for a while?”
If he hadn't intuitively sensed that Song Yuqing had no conflicts or entanglements in her heart, and was even secretly proud of his displeasure, Cao Mo would have guessed like Wang Wen, but that was obviously not the case now.
"How do I know that I'm not the roundworm in Manager Song's belly?" Cao Mo urged Wang Wen to quickly bring the reception plan to ask Yang Deshan for his opinion.
Cao Mo turned around and went upstairs, pushed the door and walked into Song Yuqing's room. He saw her sitting in front of the dressing table, untying the ponytail that she had tied up all day. Her thick hair spread out like a waterfall, making her even more beautiful.
Petite and bright.
Song Yuqing stayed in Yibogu for four days. She didn't bring any clothes to change, so she wore a traditional local coarse batik dress. She hasn't changed it yet. Her bare snow-white feet stepped on the floor tiles, and she could see her straight waist from behind.
Song Yuqing looked over from the makeup mirror and said, "Don't ask why, I won't tell you."
Even through the refraction of the makeup mirror, her eyes were still so bright and deep. Cao Mo intuitively told Cao Mo that there was tenderness hidden in those eyes. He couldn't help but said heartily: "I don't ask, I just want to hug her."
Give you a try."
Before Cao Mo could walk over, Song Yuqing turned around and came over fiercely: "Are you done yet? Close the door quickly, I want to change clothes."
Cao Mo was about to close the door with his backhand, when he saw Song Yuqing picked up the comb, walked over and gestured to hit her, and reached out to grab her tender wrist.
After a while, Song Yuqing withdrew her hand and said softly: "Stop making trouble, I treat you and Wang Wen as brothers and sisters..."
Cao Mo really couldn't figure out the woman's thoughts. He could feel that Song Yuqing's mind had calmed down at this time, just like the surface of a lake without a trace of wind ripples, as if all the previous tenderness had disappeared at the bottom of the lake.
Seeing that Song Yuqing was determined not to tell her what irreconcilable conflict she had with Zhou Jun, Cao Mo could only leave without saying what he felt.