I Really Didn’t Want To Make A Lot Of Money

The smug Tang Yongyue was proud of the spring breeze, but was poured cold water on the head by a phone call from Zhou Tianming, and then stuffed an ice cream in his mouth, which was cold inside and out.

He didn't dare to scold people on the phone, and it was not good to scold people around him in the public.

However, Tang Yongyue used a Nokia mobile phone, which was as solid as a rock and made a lot of noise on the hardwood table, and many people in the venue watched it.

An acquaintance came over, an official of the Ministry of Transport of the Democratic Republic of Congo.

"Tang, is there any problem?" This official was specifically responsible for contacting Tang Yongyue and was an important starting point for Tang Yongyue to promote the project.

Facing the official's concern, Tang Yongyue could only control her emotions desperately, with a smile on her face: "This damn mobile phone is always malfunctioning. I was answering a call from the leader, but it suddenly broke."

The official of the Ministry of Communications picked up the mobile phone on the table. It was the latest Nokia. He said, "Do you want this mobile phone?"

Tang Yongyue's facial features moved away, and he couldn't tell whether he was crying or laughing: "No more, let's make your child a toy."

The official's eyes lit up, nodded, and skillfully opened the back of the phone, took out the phone card and returned it to Tang Yongyue: "Keep this card."

Tang Yongyue had to thank him for his carefulness: "I completely forgot! The phone card is too important, thank you..."

"Did you bring the charger? Give it to me together." The officials of the Ministry of Communications were rude and skilled.

Tang Yongyue almost couldn't help it. He did not speak, pulled a colleague next to him, pushed him in front of the official, and said, "He told you. I will go to the toilet and be back soon."

Without waiting for the officials to speak, Tang Yongyue walked out of the venue quickly, really walking in the direction of the toilet.

"What's wrong with him?" the official felt Tang Yongyue's emotions and asked.

Tang Yongyue’s colleague didn’t know what was wrong with his leader. He was taken aback by Tang Yongyue’s sudden movements just now, and said: “He is too nervous, he tends to urinate frequently..."

"I understand. I had this situation before, but it got better afterwards." The official looked like a person coming over, mysteriously, "I want to tell Tang a good method, which is very effective for frequent urination."

"What's the method?"

"Brew the powder of Cabinda bark with hot water, one cup a day, and it worked for a week..." The official really introduced his exclusive secret recipe.

Tang Yongyue urinated and went to the door of the toilet. He saw a young Chinese compatriot who looked very cultivated and nodded and smiled at Tang Yongyue.

"Hello Mr. Tang, come to the bathroom in person..." The Chinese compatriots seemed to know Tang Yongyue and greeted him on the initiative.

Seeing his face, Tang Yongyue nodded slightly and passed by.

After he entered the door, he recollected, turned and went out, and shouted at the back of that compatriot: "Hey, who are you going to use the toilet for?"

The young Chinese also turned around and gave Tang Yongyue a thumbs up: "Come on, Mr. Tang!"

"Insane!" Tang Yongyue stopped going to the toilet. Zhengzhou has no place to get angry. Someone has brought it to the door, so it can't be wasted.

He directly grabbed the young Chinese by the shoulders: "Man, what do you mean?"

"I mean nothing..."

"It's boring, what do you mean by these weird things?" Tang Yongyue asked, "Go to the toilet in person? Who the hell doesn't go to the toilet in person? Are you carrying someone else's ass or someone else's JJ?"

The young Chinese slapped haha ​​and said, "Mr. Tang, don't be familiar with me, I'm just okay..."

Seeing him subdued, Tang Yongyue sneered and said: "Young people have to think about it... Seeing you face to face, do I know you?"

The young man shook his head: "You don't know me, and I don't know you either."

"Then how do you know my surname is Tang?" Tang Yongyue asked strangely. He came from the Democratic Republic of Congo, and there are only one or two Chinese who met in Congo. Who is this in front of him?

The young man in front of Tang Yongyue was Chen Ling.

When he called Zhou Tianming, Zhou Tianming mentioned Tang Yongyue. Sitting in the conference hall just now, Chen Ling guessed that the person leading the CR company should be Tang Yongyue himself.

Chen Ling was very embarrassed when he saw Tang Yongyue smashing the phone angrily. Putting himself in the position to think about him, he would indeed be very angry.

Therefore, the phrase "to go to the bathroom in person" was indeed spoken smoothly, because Chen Ling had a guilty conscience.

"I see that you are a leader in the CR team, and I heard that you are signing a contract today, so I guess you are Mr. Tang." Chen Ling explained. Tang Yongyue, as the person in charge of a large company in the Democratic Republic of Congo, has many people who know him and have heard of him in the Democratic Republic of the Congo. Chen Ling's explanation makes perfect sense.

However, he missed a detail, or he didn't even know there was such a detail.

Tang Yongyue's face changed drastically, and she slapped Chen Ling's shoulder: "Man, what do you do?"

Chen Ling's heart moved slightly, guessing that there was a problem with what he said, but he didn't know where the problem was.

"I'm also an engineering contractor. A small company is no better than a giant like CR." Chen Ling vaguely complained that he was talking too much. It would be fine if he didn't say hello just now.

"In Congo?" Tang Yongyue asked again.

Chen Ling shook his head: "No, I'm from Angola. I heard in advance that the Great Lakes Summit will have this forum, so I came to participate and look for opportunities."

Tang Yongyue's hand was still resting on Chen Ling's shoulder, and his mind turned rapidly. Speaking of it, the Klovich-Dilolo railway has nothing to do with Congo-Brazzaville. The reason why I have to go to Congo-Brazzaville to sign the contract this time is only because the Congo-Golden government uses this opportunity to expand its influence.

In my opinion, this railway project has a close relationship with Angola. Because if the Benguela Railway in Angola is not completed and opened to traffic, then the Klovic-Dilolo railway is a dead-end road, which is of little significance.

Seeing Tang Yongyue not speaking, Chen Ling smiled and said, "President Tang, if it's okay, I'll go to the meeting place first."

"Don't worry, buddy. You know my surname is Tang, what is your last name?"

"Miangui's surname is Chen, Er Dong Chen."

Tang Yongyue nodded and said, "Brother Chen, it's a pleasure to meet...I have a question to ask. How do you know that our CR company is going to sign a contract today?"

Chen Ling immediately understood that this signing should be something that has not been made public, and only a few people know about it.

It turns out that the problem is here!

"I heard." Chen Ling doesn't matter. Isn't it just a contract? What is he doing so mysteriously?

"Oh, there are not many people who know about this. Who did you hear?" Tang Yongyue chased after him, "You come from Angola, you should be unfamiliar with Congo, right?"

"I arrived early today. I had nothing to do in the venue. I just chatted with a few friends from Angola. I heard that you are going to sign contracts. I also know other units that are going to sign..." Chen Ling wrote about today’s meeting on the materials provided by Miranda. I have seen the main process of the five signings are the highlight, Chen Ling remembers very clearly.

Tang Yongyue said: "Impossible! Today's signing is confidential. Only the signing ceremony is announced. All other information is confidential."

"What's the secret? And the Africans have big mouths, don't you know?" Chen Ling smiled.

He had a guilty conscience when facing Tang Yongyue, but after a few more conversations, his mentality returned to normal, thinking that I would disturb your signing for your own good. The long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain.

Tang Yongyue didn't think so. He is a business person, carrying performance indicators on his back, and his creed is "live in the moment", and he can manage whether the project is good or not.

"Brother Chen, let's not talk secretly!" Tang Yongyue said, "Where did this news come from?"

Chen Ling sighed and said: "I am in Angola, and I am tracking the Benguela railway line project on behalf of the company. I can also get in touch with some high-level people... don't you go to the toilet?"

Tang Yongyue said that this is true, and it has something to do with the Benguela Railway in Angola.

"When will the Benguela Railway start to be built? Is there any news?" Tang Yongyue asked.

"President Tang, I can't tell you about this news. This is really confidential." Chen Ling teased Tang Yongyue.

"Oh, it's all public information, you can find it at any time, what's the secret?" Tang Yongyue smiled.

Chen Ling continued to tease him: "Let's make a bet. This railway project has already been taken away by your CR company. Believe it or not?"

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