CHAPTER 1824: CHAPTER 1650: SUPER LARGE WORKSTATION

Three hours later.

Two vehicles were driving on the desert highway.

Looking ahead and behind.

There were almost no cars in sight. Although it was a desert highway, it was only renovated last year, and the road conditions were much better than those in the Northern Province. With just a press of the accelerator, it was directly up to a hundred and twenty.

"Wula, Wula!"

Suddenly.

The sound of police sirens echoed from ahead.

"The police are here!" the young man shouted.

"..."

No one paid him any attention.

No way.

Luck can’t be that bad.

"It’s fine."

His brother said helplessly.

"What if they’re really here to catch us?"

"..."

Five minutes later.

"Bang!"

"Ow!"

"It hurts."

Two off-road vehicles were stopped in the desert, over a hundred meters from the highway, with eight people pressed against the front hoods. Their faces felt burning hot, as the engine combined with the sunlight almost made it possible to fry eggs.

"I told you, they’re here to catch us." The young man grumbled.

"..."

No way.

Couldn’t hold it in.

Wait.

We’ll settle this in the detention center.

...

The next day.

Morning.

As dawn broke.

"You go to the mining field, I’ll visit the city first."

"Yes."

After giving instructions.

Chu Sheng sped off with four vehicles, quickly accelerating to a hundred. Ahead was a fork in the road, to the left led to Tamanrasset City, the other to the mining field, where he needed to collect guns.

Typically.

They could reach the mining field by noon.

An hour later.

The vehicles entered the city, but it was comparable to a domestic small town. Although Tamanrasset Province was larger than Thailand, its population was very sparse, totaling only about two hundred thousand.

Very sparse.

"So small."

"Is this the city?"

"Yes."

"Provincial capital?"

"That’s right."

"Will our park area be more prosperous when it’s finished?"

"Possibly."

"..."

In the car.

The security team members visiting for the first time were full of discussions, but despite its size, it wasn’t run-down. The streets were well planned, and the roads were all asphalt, not the dirt roads outsiders imagined.

At this moment.

The driver said:

"Tamanrasset Province is vast and resource-rich. Though geographically remote, it doesn’t equate to poverty. Consider, an area the size of Thailand supporting twenty thousand people."

"The difficulty isn’t too high, especially with the current speaker, the provincial leader, in office. He has focused on urban construction since taking office, securing significant urban construction funds through the Five-Year Plan."

"The potential is still substantial, and local residents have decent benefits. In our mining field, there are many Algerians, so be sure to comply with their cultural etiquette when interacting."

"Got it."

"Don’t take random photos, don’t stare at people."

"Understood."

...

About ten minutes later.

The convoy stopped in front of the Municipal Police Station.

"Hello."

An Arab police officer came forward to salute, and Chu Sheng returned the smile. The police here, unlike most places in Africa, didn’t intentionally make things difficult for people or accept bribes.

Very straightforward.

They were not short on money.

Their welfare was already good.

Having money.

Who would bother with side-gigs? Additionally, good management is also a reason; the current speaker started here and has always focused on improving the quality of the police force.

"We have a reservation."

"Received."

After routine inspection, they were allowed inside.

The area is large.

The buildings throughout the city are very spacious. They came to the office building, where Chu Sheng and his team went to the second floor, familiar with the process, and secured the permits to collect guns from the equipment management office, where they received ten boxes.

On opening them.

Brand new.

Two full magazines!

There was no delay or hassle.

...

At noon.

They saw the dotted building cluster appear on the horizon in the distance.

"Finally here!"

Chu Sheng smiled.

Two days.

Finally, this escort task was complete, taking three whole days altogether. They went fast on the way over, and though they were allowed to stop midday, they drove straight through.

After driving two more kilometers.

"Welcome to Wan Qing Mining North Africa Industrial Park!"

Chinese.

English.

French.

Arabic.

Written in four languages, with the largest characters in Chinese, marking the boundary of the park area. However, there was still some distance to the building cluster, as this was merely the border.

The mining field spans over two hundred square kilometers.

Without stepping in.

Most people have no real concept; a vivid analogy would be if it were a square, taking an average person about an hour to bike one side.

Circumnavigating would take hours.

Honestly.

Setting the park here.

Is quite unconventional.

Surrounded by Gobi desert. Although it’s close to the mining field and there’s a river not far away, building a project in the desert is typically unfathomable as profitable, yet Chu Sheng did not doubt it.

All along.

Tang Qing has never been wrong.

"Captain Chu, well done!"

Under the sign.

There stood a security guard team.

Main Gate.

It still needed people to watch over it.

"Not bad, let’s go."

"Okay."

The majestic convoy kicked up clouds of dust; the security at the main gate all wore masks. Currently, the road to the park isn’t paved yet, but this will change soon.

Clank.

Clank.

Inside the park.

There were no asphalt roads, but the ground was covered with a layer of steel plates to reduce dust, and in the distance, the building cluster was getting closer. Other areas also raised dust due to construction.

At the fork in the road.

Chu Sheng picked up the walkie-talkie.

Opened the public channel.

"This escort task is successfully concluded, thank you all for your cooperation along the way!"

Following this.

All security vehicles turned right at the fork, other vehicles continued straight, the rest was no longer their concern. After the trucks passed, the SUV convoy drove along the cement road towards the living area.

Upon arrival.

The first batch of cement roads was laid around the living area.

"This is..."

As they entered.

The new team members couldn’t help but exclaim.

Wide-eyed.

Contrary to their imagination of colored steel panels or brick houses, everything seemed to be glass curtain wall buildings, aesthetically pleasing trees, lawns, flower beds.

There were even traffic lights at intersections.

Upon entering.

Looking around.

Made them feel like they’d entered a small town.

Impossible.

The project initiated only two months ago and had been under construction for just a month; completion seemed impossible.

At this point.

Those who arrived earlier smiled.

"How long do you think it took to build this?"

"A month."

"Impossible, at least two months."

"The timeline doesn’t match."

"Was it already here?"

"..."

Various guesses.

Finally.

The answer revealed itself.

"Three days, only three days."

Up to this point.

The speaker himself found it unbelievable, yet it was true. It’s reported that the product came from the Myanmar Environmental Technology Company, which developed recyclable and quickly assembled temporary workstations.

Lightweight.

Environment-friendly materials.

Modularization.

Brought over in containers, using almost no wasted space. Then, they watched in awe as the staff quickly assembled this super-large workstation.