The journey starts from the Titanic

Sinclair was clutching his chest with a pained expression on his face. When he came back at night, he heard that Situ Nan was out riding a horse. He didn't expect that this greedy fellow would really attack the respected Mr. Sinclair.

"I will make it up to you, my friend! You don't know. From the first time I saw her, I fell in love with her deeply and couldn't help myself."

Situ Nan looked at Sinclair sincerely and smiled inwardly.

"Damn it!"

Sinclair was very angry that Situ Nan robbed his own BMW. He stared at Situ Nan angrily and cursed in his heart. When he was in the United States, he was like this. This guy took away the Sinclair oil he created. The company, now again-- "Don't be so sad, I will use Akhalje Golden Horse!" Situ Nan smiled.

Akhaljie Golden Horse is also a hard-earned BMW, with a stronger physique, a sturdy personality, and a more gentleman!Many big figures at home and abroad have rode this kind of horses in ancient and modern times, and are known as the emperor's mounts.

"It's almost the same!"

After listening to Situ Nan's terms, Sinclair reluctantly replied, but he happily accepted the deal, and agreed that Ma Mati would accept Situ Nan's employment.

Situ Nan gave Ma Mati the horse breeds. In addition to Sinclair's dozen Arabian horses, he also generously provided a dozen British horses and Akhaljie golden horses for him to breed new horse breeds.

Ma Mati, a breeder who has been wandering for more than ten years, is very touched. He has always hoped to have the opportunity to hybridize two expensive horses, Arabian horses and Akhaltekin, to produce a better quality BMW.

Thinking of being able to engage in a great career, he was full of passion and became a glorious Bute Mawen!

Chapter 31 North Africa Strategy

At dusk, the city of Algiers was shrouded in golden.

Situ Nan was standing at the pier. The sea in front of him was full of golden light. A ship was anchored and the pier was bustling. Under the scolding of the tall French foreman, the Arabian dockers in white gowns awkwardly put the trestle on the ship.

The dock is a semi-mechanical operation, and the efficiency is too low. Situ Nan shook his head.

"Master, look! That's our ship!" He Yongyuan excitedly pointed to the Chinese characters on the hull, with the African number written on it and Southern Star Y32 marked with a smaller font below.

Y stands for Indian Ocean, meaning the ship number of the Indian Ocean and European routes. In fact, a considerable part of the ships from South China to the United States ran the Indian Ocean-Mediterranean-Atlantic route and finally reached the east coast of the United States.

"It should be! It's been a month, and the workers and equipment in Nanhua should be ready."

Situ Nan nodded, and as soon as the voice fell off, a group of men with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes got off the boat one after another. They were dark-skinned and healthy. They were obviously engaged in outdoor work for many years, mainly young adults.

After a long journey, they came to an unfamiliar North Africa. Complex emotions such as anxiety, curiosity, surprise, and confusion appeared on their faces.

There was a commotion in the team. It may have been expected before they came. Under the comfort of the organizer, these people quickly calmed down.

There are some Chinese employees in Chevron's resident in Algiers, who made a special trip to the port to meet their compatriots from China.

There were also local Chinese who waved Nanhua’s yellow and blue flags in their hands and cheered on the boat. There were not many people, only a dozen, carrying a welcome banner, which read: Welcome domestic brothers, unite and seek development .The atmosphere is also warm.

Insufficient manpower, two black youths were hired temporarily as lion dancers. The "Lion" was poorly crafted and was probably driven out temporarily.

The inconspicuous movements of the black youth made the Chinese who came off the boat laughed, and the heart warmed, and the tension suddenly melted into the simple and sincere cheers.

"Mom! The action is too ugly, Awen, Ahu, you go down and show everyone!" A middle-aged man who resembles a captain said to the two sturdy young men around him.

If you look closely, you will find that the man's eyes are calm, even the welcome ceremony at the dock only made him smile, and he immediately recovered his calm, as if the Mediterranean was unhappy.

The two young men named Awen and Ahu got off the boat in a rush, and saw the lion dancing two black guys, with open mouths and cracked white teeth, looking at the yellow skin in front of them with puzzled expressions. Why did the guy stop his performance.

However, after being stuffed with two packs of cigarettes, the black African boy happily handed over the props. Pi Dian Pi Dian stood by and looked at Awen and Ahu Lion Dance with a curious look.

Hell, if it wasn't for two wages, they wouldn't want to hold that cloth lion. When they were in the tribe, they all fought directly with the lion.

However, this trick of these newcomers seems to be quite interesting.Seeing the wonderful place, they danced with excitement, and suddenly fell in love with the interesting thing of lion dance. Later, they became professional lion dancers. They often accepted the employment of Chinese consulates and Chinese businessmen, and went to the dock to welcome the arrival of Chinese. Money way.

There were many Europeans at the dock. They were curious about the Chinese coming off the ship. They found out after inquiring that it was the big American companies planning to invest in large projects in Algeria. These yellow-skinned workers were hired from the East.

Algiers is a small but relatively cosmopolitan city. It is rich in ethnicity. There are Europeans, French, English, Italian and other white people who speak various languages. There are Arabs, Berbers, and some from the south. The blacks who came from Africa came from different tribes and spoke strange dialects.

Well-informed locals don't think it's great about this, except that they think the yellow-skinned guys are a bit strange, unlike white people.

Gradually, people discovered that these Orientals were very friendly, not like the vicious whites at all, and they were easy to get along with. Some savvy Arab vendors did business with the Chinese and made a lot of money.

"Don't worry, coming to Africa is actually no different from going to South China from our hometown. I think back then, didn't Lao Tzu go to France to fight the Germans with the commander! He fought the Germans to the utmost?"

The foreman said triumphantly, as if coming to Africa was no big deal.

"Captain Zhou, I seem to have heard that both the commander and the prime minister have returned from the United States and have never been to Europe!" someone reminded.

"What do you know, the commander and the prime minister are big people and they are low-key. At that time, South China was still in power by the Dutch. How could it be so big?"

Captain Zhou gave a somewhat displeased look at the honest young man who was almost about to expose his bragging rights. He stood on the dock with emotion. He thought that back then, he walked the Pacific Ocean and passed through the United States after several turns to reach Europe, which is full of gunfire. It's uncomfortable that the boat is in a train like canned food!

When I came back from France, I did pass through the Mediterranean Sea. Perhaps I had seen Algiers. However, after four years of war, the fighting stopped and the Chinese workers were also unemployed. He left France with fear and confusion.

"Fortunately! I chose to stay in Nanhua at the beginning!"

Captain Zhou adjusted his clothes, came out of his thoughts, and directed the workers on board to disembark.

More than 500 Chinese workers disembarked one after another. They were dressed in blue overalls, and their movements were neat and uniform, like an army, quiet and orderly, and they were well-trained in every move.

"These guys are great! They are exactly the people I'm looking for!"

Sinclair put down the telescope in his hand and said excitedly.

He has reservations about Situ Nan's recruitment of Chinese workers from South China, for fear that these people are scattered and inefficient, which will affect the progress of the project.

Situ Nan smiled confidently, proud of the performance of his compatriots, and warned: "They are indeed the best workers. I don't like them being treated unfairly."

"Relax! I talked to the French governor. He welcomes Chinese workers to build Algeria and provides an abandoned military camp as a camp for workers. I can count on these great guys to quickly expand the dock. Damn, I've had enough Those sloppy and stupid Arabs."

Sinclair assured.

The welcoming event was organized by the South China Consulate in Algiers. In fact, it was the staff sent by the consulate in France and the African salesperson of the US-China Company. They established diplomatic relations in Algiers at a very fast speed and brought the first batch of Chinese workers. Fully prepared.

The first batch of Chinese workers came to Algiers smoothly in a chaotic and orderly atmosphere, which satisfied Situ Nan.

"Invite the foreman to come over and speak."

Situ Nan said to the liaison officer sent by the consulate, pointing to Captain Zhou who had just got off the ship....

Hundreds of brothers under him got off the ship smoothly, and the equipment that came with the ship was loaded and unloaded in an orderly manner. Zhou Ziqiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

When he came to Situ Nan, he felt cordial. He didn't expect to meet so many compatriots in the waiting room at the dock. Situ Nan was immediately caught by Situ Nan, who were both male and female, dressed in glamorous clothes and carrying several bodyguards in black and white suits. , Secretly surprised, dare not presumptuous, with a sincere smile on his face.

"Mr. Zhou is a Chinese worker in World War I?"

Situ Nan smiled and looked at the honest-looking Captain Zhou with interest. Although this middle-aged man was a little cramped, his eyes were calm, and there was no panic, he would naturally not be an honest stammer if he was sent to Africa by South China. People.

"Yes. I fought, but retired after being injured." Captain Zhou replied.

"In Europe or in Sumatra or Java?" Situ Nan continued to ask.