Hong Kong: Rise of the Kings

Crackling!

There were bursts of firecrackers.

The demise of the Sickle Gang has brought a better investment environment to Kenya.

Especially as the rising Chinese capital, it has begun to grow throughout Kenya.

British-owned enterprises originally headed by white people have become increasingly difficult due to low wages, oppression of workers, and exploitation of local black people.

Under this circumstance, Du Yongxiao, who was the hero behind Kenya's economic development, was once again awarded by the President of Kenya, and became Kenya's non-governmental charity ambassador, exchange ambassador and other titles.

Even the story about Du Yongxiao leading troops to annihilate the Sickle Gang has been packaged by the Kenyan people and has become a legend that is talked about after dinner.

For a time, Du Yongxiao's popularity was unprecedentedly high throughout Kenya, especially among the top officials of the Kenyan government. "If people don't know Du Yongxiao, even calling him a hero is in vain."

During this period, Du Yongxiao took off his military uniform and led his troops to inspect major factories and enterprises in Kenya.

Now, almost half a year has passed since he came to Kenya, but Kenya as a whole has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Kenya's First Steel Road Smelter.

As the factory owner, Pang Dingyuan led the factory executives to receive the inspection delegation led by Du Yongxiao.

As the steel king of Hong Kong, Pang Dingyuan looked gloomy when he first arrived and sighed all day long. Compared with before, he is now glowing and walking like a tiger.

When he saw Du Yongxiao and others, he immediately ordered people to set off firecrackers to greet them.

Du Yongxiao entered the steel factory surrounded by thirty or forty people. For safety, he even wore a safety helmet, and everyone else followed suit.

The only difference is that the colors of the helmets are different. Ordinary workers have orange helmets, while leaders have bright red helmets.

Entering the factory, it was very lively, everyone was working, hot metal was flowing, and thousands of horses were galloping.

Du Yongxiao looked at the hard-working black employees, nodded and said to Pang Dingyuan beside him: "It seems that these workers are very motivated to work. This phenomenon is very good, we must keep it up!"

Normally, the two of them are the bosses of the Nine-member Group, and they would be extremely cordial when meeting each other. Now that it was work time, there was no distinction between the top and the bottom, so Du Yongxiao only said a few official words.

Pang Dingyuan: "Thank you Mr. Du for your guidance. Our First Steel Plant will definitely continue to work hard and contribute to the Kenyan brokerage!"

A large group of high-ranking black officials following Du Yongxiao nodded their heads one by one and said, "Not bad, not bad!"

Then, Du Yongxiao appropriately pointed out some flaws in his work, and Pang Dingyuan immediately stated that he would make comprehensive corrections.

When the inspection was almost over, the two of them exchanged glances and felt that today's scene should be over. The official media reporter who was next to him was responsible for taking pictures and doing publicity. He had also collected almost all the materials. The next step was to take these senior officials to have a good meal and drink. A meal.

At this moment, I saw a black man taking the mended work clothes and handing them to his colleagues one by one.

Those colleagues all took it with a smile. After all, the per capita salary in Kenya is not high. Many times, when clothes are torn, they are reluctant to throw them away. Most of them are mended and worn again. Especially for people like them who smelt steel, their clothes wear out at a higher rate.

Du Yongxiao couldn't help but praise: "That's right, Boss Pang. You also specially set up a clothes repair service for workers. This is something that many investment bosses cannot do. Only by serving workers wholeheartedly can you win the loyalty of workers!"

Hearing this, Pang Dingyuan blushed and said, "Sorry, cough! Actually, I didn't set up a department to sew these clothes, but the black worker named Lesses took the initiative to sew these clothes!"

"Uh, what?" Du Yongxiao was stunned.

The high-ranking black officials behind him were also stunned.

"Ahem, the specifics are this. This Reses is a warm-hearted person who often helps others and helps the workers in the factory. Not only does he take on the responsibility of sewing and mending the clothes of all the workers, he also often takes the initiative to work overtime to help other workers complete their tasks, so everyone Love him and call him Happy Raises!”

Du Yongxiao was surprised and couldn't help but look at the black guy.

All the high-ranking black officials pointed at the black guy and said, "This guy is quite interesting!"

"Yeah, there aren't many people like him who take the initiative to help others!"

"What a nice guy!"

Everyone praised

"Raises, come here!" Pang Dingyuan waved to the black boy, "The commander here has something to say to you!"

The black boy had just finished distributing the mended clothes, and when he heard the shouting, he hurriedly ran over.

"Hello, boss! Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Come on, let's get to know each other. This is Du Yongxiao, Chief Du!" Pang Dingyuan introduced.

When the black boy Reses saw that Du Yongxiao was Chinese, his eyes suddenly lit up. Now the status of Chinese people in Kenya is equal to that of white people, and they even have a better reputation. He immediately wiped his hands on his clothes, stretched out his hand to Du Yongxiao and said: "You OK, sir, my name is Raises!"

"Hello!" Du Yongxiao smiled and shook hands with Lessis without any airs, "I admire you very much. It's not easy to be able to help others!"

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!" Raises was extremely happy.

Immediately afterwards, Du Yongxiao encouraged him a few more words.

Other high-ranking black officials also praised Raises.

Finally, Du Yongxiao asked Lesses, "What requirements do you have for work or life? If you have any requirements, just put them forward!"

"That Mr. Du -" Lesses scratched his hair, a little embarrassed, "Actually, I really like your Chinese culture, so I want you to help me choose a Chinese name!"

"Uh, can you give me a name?" Du Yongxiao was slightly startled.

In fact, with the rise of the Chinese in Kenya, especially the proliferation of Confucius Institutes across Kenya, the entire Kenyan people are now proud to have a beautiful and meaningful Chinese name.

"That's a good request!"

"Yeah, it's pretty good!"

"It is a lifetime honor to be named by Mr. Du!"

The black senior officials discussed one by one.

Seeing this, Pang Dingyuan also said: "Yes, since Reses is so sincere, then please ask Mr. Du to help me come up with a name. This is also his honor!"

Looking at the smiling faces of everyone, and then at the black boy Reses with eyes full of hope, Du Yongxiao smiled and said with his hands behind his back: "Okay, in this case, I will give you a name!"

After finishing speaking, Du Yongxiao pondered briefly, "You are so helpful in work and life, and you do not benefit yourself but only benefit others. This spirit is worth carrying forward and worthy of admiration. I happen to know a friend who also has this spirit. , and more importantly, his surname happens to be Lei, so--"

Du Yongxiao looked at Lesses with stern eyes, "Why don't you give your name——Lei Xiaofeng!"

…

After inspecting the steel smelting plant,

Du Yongxiao led a group of people non-stop and went straight to the largest oil field in Kenya, the Turkana oil field in the northwest.

When Du Yongxiao and his party arrived at the oil field by car, large-scale drilling work was underway in the oil field.

Qibaki, a black man in charge of the oil field, personally led Du Yongxiao and others to inspect the drilling work.

This oil field was jointly invested and operated by Du Yongxiao and nine others. Due to special reasons, mainly due to the protection of oil resources by the Kenyan state, they could not come forward to take charge of the task, so they hired Kibaki with a high salary to take charge of the work.

Kibaki was born into a prominent family in Kenya and studied at Cambridge University. He has strong business ability and is a rare talent.

Most importantly, this oil field can be invested and monopolized in the name of the Kibaki family, without Du Yongxiao and the others having to show up personally.

It was also the first time for Qibaki to see Du Yongxiao, the boss behind the scenes, and he smiled happily.

Most of the high-ranking black officials following Du Yongxiao also knew the inside story. No one pointed it out. Instead, they all pretended to be confused and loudly praised the oil field for bringing vitality to the Kenyan economy. It not only solved the problem of population and employment, but also revitalized the economy. , increase tax revenue.

Everyone praised him, but Du Yongxiao, the boss behind the scenes, felt a little embarrassed and had to focus on oil drilling.

The giant drilling machine hums like a giant beast stalking the plains of Kenya.

More than two hundred oil workers surrounded it, busy like ants.

They were all dirty, but their faces showed the excitement and joy unique to workers.

After all, being an oil worker makes more money than growing corn and coffee beans at home.

According to Kibaki, one month's salary for each worker here is equal to three months' salary for other Kenyans.

No matter what age or place, as long as there is a high salary, people will flock to it.

"The storage capacity of this oil field is extremely huge. Unfortunately, it has not been drilled yet!" Qi Beiji introduced the status of the oil field to Du Yongxiao.

Of course Du Yongxiao understands that the oil field is currently in a stage where you can only get in but can't get out. Money is poured in, but not a drop of oil can be drilled out. If it were other bosses, they would have to cut back on expenses and even carry out large-scale "layoffs". Only Du Yongxiao did the opposite. True to the word, not only did it not reduce investment, it also continued to pay these people high salaries to encourage their enthusiasm.

Because Du Yongxiao believed that oil would definitely be produced here.

For Kibaki and those high-ranking black officials, this is a huge gamble.

And Du Yongxiao has a high chance of losing. After all, it is true that there are oil fields in Kenya, but no one has yet been able to drill for oil.

"This oil field is really big, what a pity!"

"Yes! Even though it's big, it can't produce oil. It's a bad luck!"

The official who said these words was somewhat jealous of Du Yongxiao, and his tone was inevitably sarcastic, but he did not dare to make a big deal about it.

Kibaki looked a little unhappy, after all, he was responsible for the oil field.

Du Yongxiao is fine. Sometimes diamond oil is a gift from God. If God doesn't want to reward you, you have nothing to say.

Du Yongxiao even made up his mind that if oil could not be drilled out of this oil field, he would spend a lot of money to hire the best foreign exploration experts. He did not believe it and poured a lot of gold into it without even a drop of oil.

Just when Kibaki was sighing and other high-ranking black officials were gloating--

I don’t know who shouted: “No, blowout!”

Wow!

Everyone's eyes went dark!

Even if a black current rises into the sky!

"Oil! Oh my god, it's oil!"

The crowd shouted.

Du Yongxiao was also shocked, what's going on?

"Mr. Du, the oil is coming out!" Qibaki was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Those high-ranking black officials who were still waiting to see the joke just now were all stunned. What happened? Why did they suddenly become oily?

Thinking in their hearts, everyone couldn't help but look at Du Yongxiao.

Du Yongxiao had his hands behind his back, his expression was calm, but his heart was excited.

The high-ranking black officials couldn't help but wonder, could it be that those Chinese legends were true, and that Du Yongxiao really had the destiny of a real dragon and emperor? How else to explain all this?

Indeed, everything in front of me cannot be explained.

Oil that cannot be drilled out no matter how hard it is drilled will accidentally blow out when Du Yongxiao brings people to inspect.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone was in a daze.

Only the oil workers were inexplicably excited!

They work here all day long, dealing with this land. Just when they thought they had gained nothing, today they showed off their power and had a blowout!

"Quick, block the fuel injector!" Qibaki ordered.

"Okay, everyone, move quickly!"

The crowd was in chaos.

Unfortunately, no one expected that there would be a sudden blowout today, so there was no barite powder used to kill the well.

Kibaki was also kind. He made a prompt decision and immediately decided to use cement instead.

Wow!

Bags of cement are poured into the mud pool but cannot be stirred.

Seeing that he still couldn't figure it out, suddenly there was a middle-aged black man. Without hesitation, he didn't even take off his clothes, jumped into the waist-deep mud pool and stirred it with his body!

"God, what is he doing?"

"Is he crazy?"

Everyone looked in shock as they watched the black man jump into the oil well.

Du Yongxiao also looked surprised and stared at this scene.

soon--

The blowout was finally subdued, but the black man was too tired to stand up.

Four black workers finally pulled him out of the oil well. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for air.

While Qibaki was busy greeting everyone to continue working on the oil well, Du Yongxiao led a group of black senior officials to the black man, leaned over and asked, "How are you?"

The black man knew that Du Yongxiao and the others were the Kenyan government leaders. He tried to stand up and say hello, but fell down after trying several times.

"You don't have to stand up!" Du Yongxiao said to him hurriedly.

This oil field was invested by Du Yongxiao, and the other party's move just now undoubtedly impressed Du Yongxiao.

"What's your name?" Du Yongxiao asked in a gentle tone.

"Well, I...I don't have a name." The black man said a little embarrassed.

In Kenya, many black people, especially the older ones, do not have names. Names are a "luxury" for them. They only have code names, such as boss, second, third, fourth, or Amao, Agou, using domestic animals. , animals instead.

Du Yongxiao took a deep breath, then raised his head and said: "Everyone, please pay attention -"

Du Yongxiao's voice was not loud, but everyone heard it and turned to look at him.

"He is a hero!" Du Yongxiao said, pointing to the black man lying on the ground. "So today I gave him the title of 'Iron Man' and also gave him a Chinese name. His name is Wang Xiaoxi!"