Rebirth: Super Banking System-Chapter 940 - 825: Admit Defeat (Subscription Request!)

Accompanied by a massive delivery of materials,

the construction of the mining field thunderously began.

In just one day, the mixer station was set up, the cement was all imported from abroad, but sandstone was sourced locally, otherwise the cost would have been staggeringly high.

They couldn’t guarantee the quality of the cement here.

But sandstone was much easier to manage.

It could be used as soon as it was excavated.

The people of the Vail tribe also joined the construction force; they couldn’t handle technical tasks, but there was no problem with physical labor, considering their work habits, they were assigned simple tasks.

Their wages were only one-tenth to one-eighth of those of the Chinese employees.

In just a week,

Guan Songlin and his team moved into the camp.

Looking at the clean, well-arranged, and tidy camp, Guan Songlin and his colleagues were astonished; on the original basis, cleaning devices were designed at the entrances and exits of the camp, and both people and vehicles had to wash their wheels when entering,

to avoid bringing mud into the camp.

After the camp was completed,

a large high-standard parking lot also began construction, layer by layer compressed by heavy machinery, with the top layer being a twenty-five-centimeter-thick steel-reinforced concrete road surface, sprawling over ten thousand square meters, specifically for parking large vehicles.

An exclusive gas station was also specially constructed in the parking lot.

At this time,

the mining field had almost completely turned into a construction site.

Thousands of people were busily working here day and night.

The mining field was visibly taking shape, and at the same time, three kilometers away from the mining field, a large steel mill was also under construction, still under the name Wan Qing Mining.

Contractor: Huaxia Metallurgical Science and Technology Group.

Indeed,

this time Wan Qing Mining was not only involved in mining.

but had officially started to enter the metallurgical industry.

And this steel mill would radiate to the four surrounding countries; it was located in Congo Gold, adjacent to Rwanda and Uganda, and only two hundred kilometers from Burundi and Tanzania.

It would influence five countries.

These countries were all very underdeveloped, but rich in underground resources, and if these markets were activated in the future, his business would boom enormously, involving considerable interests.

As for how to activate them,

that was merely a trivial matter.

The Africa chess game,

this steel mill and mining field would become an important check!

.......

Belev’s tribe.

After a week’s investigation,

he once again gathered the tribal elders.

The incident last time had left a shadow on them that had not yet faded; now recalling that rainy night, they all couldn’t help but tremble with fear, feeling unsafe everywhere.

That deafening noise,

as if it had happened only last night.

These past few days, they had not slept well,

all waiting for the results of Belev’s investigation, whether it be war or peace, they just needed an answer.

Looking at the pair of eyes below,

Belev sighed.

"Gentlemen, it seems that this matter can only stop here. The previous situation can only be attributed to an ’unknown’ accident. Wanting compensation from the prison is nearly impossible."

After several days of investigation,

and after seeking confirmation from multiple sources,

arriving at such a result made Belev feel dejected.

Being bullied right to their doorstep, getting slapped several times, and even threatened, yet he still had to swallow the pain and accept it; he didn’t want to, but the results of the investigation forced him to face this reality.

"What?"

"Why?"

"What’s the background of the prison?"

"Are we just supposed to swallow our pride and not get a single cent of compensation?"

"....."

The hall was noisy and tumultuous, like a vegetable market; Belev didn’t speak, letting them vent their emotions first. After a full five minutes, the hall finally quieted down, all waiting for Belev to give an explanation.

"I know you are reluctant, but the prison is not something we can provoke. Even Sadoke is unwilling to provoke it. I asked him about it, but he sternly warned us not to provoke the prison, let alone the company it protects."

Following our investigation, Black Prison is an active power in various provinces of Congo Gold that operates formally, mainly subsisting on protection fees from some mining fields, while also operating their own mines.

As long as a company pays the protection fee, it will receive shelter, and if outsiders dare to target the mining industry companies, Black Prison will step in to handle it. The methods are unknown, but they should be similar to what happened that night.

This time is the first that Black Prison expanded its operations to Bei Ji Province, and we estimate we are the first force to be warned by them. If we insist on opposing them, to be honest, I don’t know what Black Prison would do next."

Belev shared the information he had gathered.

He wanted to know more.

Such as the internal composition of Black Prison, office locations, and leaders, he even bought information from the Intelligence Organization, but unfortunately, those organizations didn’t have it, or rather, they wanted to know as well.

At that moment.

Belev lost all hope.

An unseen enemy, with nothing but a name and a brief description, hiding in the dark while they were in the light. If a battle ensued, there was no doubt they would be outplayed.

How could they fight in such conditions?

"..."

Everyone was silent.

Such an enemy.

Or rather, such a principled enemy, was the most terrifying; an enemy without principles is a maniac. Maniacs are easier to deal with, let them continue their madness, and the "asylum" will soon come for them.

A calm enemy was more troublesome.

What to do.

This question was now before them.

"Are we just going to concede?" an elder said, frowning.

Belev sighed and said, "For now, yes. I’ve heard that Black Prison’s style of operation is very straightforward, never recklessly encroaching on others’ interests, but also not allowing others to encroach on theirs. Our losses are definitely not within their budgeted funds."

"We can’t do anything, or else let someone from other tribes do it, or let some desperate fugitives do it, kidnap some Chinese employees, extort some money, and recoup some losses." an elder suggested.

"Good idea."

"We don’t act, we use others to do the deed."

"Exactly."

"..."

This suggestion surprisingly garnered quite some support.

Upon hearing this.

Belev was speechless; using such tactics against Black Prison, an irrational force like ’ground meat,’ are you sure? These incompetent teammates don’t think things through, and he certainly wasn’t going to go mad with them.

"Thump thump thump."

An elder knocked on the table three times with his cane.

"You all think Black Prison dares not kill you, is that right?"

With a single sentence.

Cold water was poured over everyone present.

This sharply pointed out the consequences; even if they succeeded, Black Prison would still go after them.

"There are so many of us, they wouldn’t dare, right?" an elder stubbornly said.

"What about what happened that night?" another elder immediately countered.

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Suddenly, someone suggested, "I think we can report to the United Nations, saying Black Prison has the nature of a terrorist organization, and call on them to strike hard. I think, maybe they will restrain themselves a bit."

"Yes, yes, yes, they have bombs, surely they are a terrorist organization. Let the United Nations list Black Prison as a terrorist organization, let’s see how they still dare to be arrogant." someone quickly agreed; if they made the list, Black Prison would be in big trouble.

"Makes sense."

"..."

For a moment.

The direction of the wind changed rapidly.

Using someone else to do the dirty work.

If a small knife can’t be borrowed.

Then borrow a big one.

Belev was speechless and said helplessly, "Everyone, even if Black Prison is listed by the United Nations as a terrorist organization, if they want to kill us, it seems the United Nations can’t stop them."

"Um..."

That seems to be true.

Finally.

Belev made a decision.

"Alright, let’s leave it at that for now, don’t cause me any trouble. If anyone provokes them, you will bear the consequences yourself, don’t harm us or the tribe. Unless there is a perfect plan, we must not give Black Prison an excuse to act."

"For this loss, consider it a lesson bought. I’ll contact someone from Black Prison again to see if there’s any other way to recuperate the loss."