"How pitiful they are!

How can there be such hateful people in this world!

This Ronald is really hateful, sanctimonious, and looks like a decent person, but he is actually this kind of person!

Send people to and from them as things!" Xia Xue no longer bothered about the problems of Yu Qingyang and those women, began to sympathize with those girls, and loudly accused Ronald.

"Hehe!" Yu Qingyang smiled and didn't say anything, just felt that Xia Xue was too cute.

Xia Xue was protected by Xue Qin too well, and she didn't know the sinister and dark of the world.

Buying and selling slaves is just the dark side of this society.

There are even darker ones, even Yu Qingyang can't touch them, or they dare not touch them.

"What about them, what are you going to do?"

"Let them help in the infirmary and cafeteria!

Do what you can!"

"It's okay! Our two nurses in the infirmary are too busy now, so let's just let them go over and help!" Hearing that Yu Qingyang arranged those girls to the infirmary and cafeteria, Xia Xue was even more relieved and smiled brightly.

How could she hide Yu Qingyang from her little care, but Yu Qingyang smiled and did not expose it.

"Then you're busy! I'm back to the infirmary!

Kiss!

This is a reward for you!" Xia Xue kissed Yu Qingyang on the face and ran out of the office quickly.

"Hehe!" Yu Qingyang touched his face and shook his head with a smile.

There was nothing to do in the office, Yu Qingyang went back to the dormitory to change into work clothes, and prepared to go around the construction site.

This is his habit, as long as he is in the camp, he will go to the construction site every day to take a turn.

With only eyes and ears, he never pointed fingers at the construction site.

Skipping the level of reporting is a taboo, and skipping the command is also a management taboo.

What's more, he got up step by step from the grassroots.

You know, many things on the construction site are not necessarily what they seem.

Therefore, even if he finds a problem, as long as it is not a life-threatening problem, he will not speak.

As soon as I walked out of the camp, I saw Liang Guanghui, the deputy director of the construction department, coming back from outside in a huff.

Liang Guanghui is the newly promoted deputy director of the construction department.

"Xiaoliang, what's wrong?"

"Mr. Yu, are you back?" Hearing Yu Qingyang call himself, Liang Guanghui hurriedly ran over.

"What's the matter, look at your angry face has turned purple!" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.

"Alas, I'm out of the way with those blacks!

Don't blame them for being poor, they're not poor, there's no reason!" Liang Guanghui said angrily.

"Hehe, you didn't deal with them on the first day, they were like that!

Just tell the foreman to keep an eye on it!

You see, you get what you pay for!

What kind of salary do you want to get a dollar a day?"

"Mr. Yu, I know this, but the liver hurts when I see them working hard!

You don't know how strange they are!"

"How weird can it be? You don't have anything else, do you?

Let's take a look!"

"It's okay...... Liang Guanghui turned around and followed Yu Qingyang out of the camp.

Come to the construction site.

"Mr. Yu, look at it! That's how they work!" Liang Guanghui said, pointing to the mixer.

A blender with twelve black men in charge of loading.

This is not the point, the point is that the sand is very close to the mixer.

If it was a Chinese worker, he could throw a shovel directly into the hopper.

However, the black people did not work in the same way, pushing them into the hopper with small carts.

One person is responsible for loading, and the other is responsible for pushing.

Each bucket material is required to be three carts of sand, six people, two by two, and one group to push one cart of sand.

And that's not even the weirdest part.

The most bizarre thing is cement, one person pushes the cart, and two people carry the cement to the cart.

Two bags of cement should be used for a bucket of mortar (mortar of M7.5, and a bucket of mortar is half a square of mortar).

Just adding to the hopper accounted for another six people.

The division of labor between the twelve people is very clear.

As for adding water, it is the job of the master who drives the blender.

Seeing the state of the black man's work, Yu Qingyang also had some liver pain.

"Xiao Liang, when the work is arranged tomorrow, the sand pushers will arrange half of them less!

Three carts, let them load and push themselves.

There are only two people on the cement side, don't give them a cart, let them carry the cement directly into the hopper!"

"Mr. Yu, if there are fewer arrangements, they will either protest and not do it, or they will grind and delay their use!"

"Give them a set time, how long each tank of mortar is, it must be done!

If you can't deduct your wages and leave, you'll pay them a bonus when you're done!"

"How much?"

"Fifty percent of the salary!"

"Mr. Yu, this ......"

"What? What are you worried about?"

"I'm worried that they're going to make trouble, go on strike or something!"

"Disturbances?

Are they ornaments?

Dare to make trouble, dare to strike, let them all get out!

Can you still find workers if you have money?

It's a big deal to go to Butitan City to find someone, we will eat and live!" Yu Qingyang sneered.

Yu Qingyang invested one billion yuan to build an artificial lake, not just to avoid that tax.

There is also a good relationship with the Ajigerian government.

One of the purposes is to deal with situations like Liang Guanghui's words.

Locals rioted, and local workers went on strike.

As long as Yu Qingyang is in charge, there is no need to worry about black troubles, and the government will favor their own citizens.

Leaving the mixer, Yu Qingyang said to Liang Guanghui as he walked: "You have to learn to guide them, let them understand a truth, and make more money by making more efforts!"

in order to make the family live a good life!

Learn to set an example!"

"Understood, Mr. Yu!"

"Understand, you'll understand as soon as I say it all day!

If I don't say it, I'll just get angry?

You are doing construction, use your brains more!

Especially when dealing with workers!

It is not so simple to manage migrant workers, you have to learn to use your brains!" Yu Qingyang scolded with a smile.

"Mr. Yu......" Liang Guanghui was scolded by Yu Qingyang, touching his head and not knowing how to answer.

"You feel that black workers are not easy to manage now, because you have less contact with migrant workers in China!

If you have more contact, you will find that domestic migrant workers are even more difficult to manage!

Ten people have ten hearts, you have to hold the ten hearts and eyes together, so that they can be efficient, it's not a simple thing!" Yu Qingyang didn't care about Liang Guanghui's embarrassment, and continued to say to him.

These people who came to Ajigeria are all backbones, and those who can become deputy directors are the company's key training objects.

The next site becomes the head of the construction department, or even the deputy project manager.

If possible, Yu Qingyang is also willing to talk to them about more management experience.

"Ming...... I know Mr. Yu!" Liang Guanghui just wanted to make it clear, and when he thought of what Yu Qingyang scolded him just now, he temporarily changed it to know.

"Huh!

In fact, the migrant workers who manage the country are still black workers, and the most important thing is respect!

You have to respect them, as long as they are human beings, you need to be respected!

Then there is strict system management!

Compassion is not in charge of soldiers, righteousness is not in charge of wealth, and if it violates the regulations, it must be punished.

Be sure to make them understand that I respect you and you have to respect me!

My respect for you is not only in words, but also in the remuneration for your labor!

Let him understand the truth of more work and more rewards!

Your respect for me is to work hard according to the requirements of the technician, and not to be lazy and slippery. ”

"I know Mr. Yu, how do you know so much?"

"Hehe, my dad is a contractor and deals with migrant workers every day!

Since I was in junior high school, I have been working on the construction site every winter and summer vacation to earn pocket money!

I've been dealing with migrant workers for more than ten years!

When you really sink down to get to know them, you will find that although they may have some faults in one way or another, they are still cute most of the time!

Just like these black workers, they have their lovely places too!

To put it mildly, it is more literary.

There is never a lack of beauty in life, but there is a lack of eyes to find it.

When you discover their lovely side, you will find that your management will become very easy!"

"Got it, Mr. Yu!" Liang Guanghui nodded vigorously.

He is not stupid, knowing that Yu Qingyang is willing to say this to him, it means that Yu Qingyang values him.

The deputy director of the construction department, to put it bluntly, is the role of running errands on the construction site.

It's a little right, but more often than not, it's to convey some instructions from the project manager, the chief technical engineer, and the construction director.

However, they are all potential stocks.

In particular, the previous deputy director of the construction department, who had just worked for more than a month, was transferred to another construction site as the director of the construction department.

If you want to say who is most looking forward to the company opening a new construction site, it is these deputy positions.

This is their chance to turn positive.

It's a pity that Liang Guanghui doesn't know that Yu Qingyang doesn't plan to open a new project in Africa in the short term.

At the very least, it will continue to invest in new projects when the cement plant makes money and returns its capital.

Road No. 2 has been paved with water-stabilized materials, and construction has begun on housing along Road No. 2.

The fastest has already built underground garages and basements.

Started the construction of the main structure above plus or minus zero.

There are no high-rise buildings in oil towns.

All are two-storey villa buildings.

A villa building can be topped out in a month at most.

The rest is the supporting facilities, interior decoration, exterior wall decoration and other things.

Walking all the way to the front of a villa, Yu Qingyang stood still.

I saw a black worker clumsily laying a brick wall.

"Stones, yes! Have you learned to build walls?"

"Mr. Yu, can you look at the wall I built?" Shi grinned and asked Yu Qingyang in Chinese.

This black worker was the first Berber to be officially hired on the construction site.

I gave myself a Chinese name for the stone.

"It's okay, I don't count if I say it! The people in the quality inspection department have to say it's good!"

"I looked good, and they said if I did a good job, they would give me a raise. ”

There are lazy people and hardworking people among blacks.

Stone is a more diligent and studious black man.

I'm not very old this year, just 20 years old, but I am very thoughtful.

Shi once told Yu Qingyang that he would work hard to earn money and send his younger siblings to school in the city.

The illiterate stone is very clear that knowledge is the only way for the poor to change their fate.

"Do it well, you will definitely be able to!" Yu Qingyang didn't think the stone was dirty, reached out and patted the stone on the shoulder, and encouraged.

"I'll definitely do my best!" the stone grinned excitedly, revealing a mouthful of large white teeth.

Seeing the teeth of the stone, Yu Qingyang was very envious of them.

All Africans have big white teeth.

Don't get me wrong, this is not genetic.

Instead, Africans like to grind their teeth with the branches of a plant called jasmine.

Yu Qingyang tried this method of making teeth whiter, but said he couldn't accept it.

Very unaccustomed.

Then again, Yu Qingyang didn't smoke much in this life, so his teeth were still very white.

Leaving the construction site, Yu Qingyang secretly considered whether to hold a study class in the camp.

Classes to teach Berber children about knowledge.

Black workers who do well in everything can send their children or younger siblings to study in schools.

It doesn't cost much money to run such a class.

As the Chinese managers and workers learned to speak in simple Arabic, the original translator became less and less useful.

Translations are only needed for more complex conversations, such as technical disclosures.

These translators can act as teachers.

Anyway, just teach some simple knowledge.

If this is done, it will be supported by many black workers.

However, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, and Yu Qingyang will return to China after the New Year.

This matter can only be handed over to Zhao Xinlei to operate.

As soon as I returned to the camp, I found that there were more than a dozen RVs outside the camp.

Yu Qingyang was about to ask what was going on, when Stanford Bo trotted over.

Sun Jian and the others vigilantly stopped him.

"It's all right, Mr. Stanford Bo is an old friend!

Let him come over!" Yu Qingyang explained with a smile.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Yu!"

"Good afternoon, Mr. Bo!"

"Mr. Yu, you can call me Stanford!" Stanford's attitude became very modest, and he nodded at Yu Qingyang.

There's no way not to be modest.

Along the way, Stanford Bo really saw Yu Qingyang's strength.

Along the way, there were several armed patrols, open jeeps, and six fighters with steel guns in their seats.

There is also a sentry standing at the door, standing straight, holding a steel gun, standing there motionless, giving people a majestic and extraordinary momentum.

All of this deeply shocked Stanford Bouill.

Let Stanford understand that those people under him are scumbags compared to Yu Qingyang.

The attentive Stanford Bo also found that the drivers who drove the trucks and excavators were dressed exactly like those patrols, all in field training uniforms.

It is in stark contrast to the work clothes of other Chinese.

What does this mean?

Does it mean that these drivers are actually security guards, and Yu Qingyang said that he has added blood to the Chinese veterans.

These drivers are all veterans who have seen blood, so the heavily armed patrol is the Black Bailey special forces that Yu Qingyang said?

Stanford Bo, who has been walking in the dark for many years, has a keen sense and can feel that these heavily armed security guards are not simple.

The cold eyes, the action of holding the gun, and the momentum of not moving like a mountain all show their extraordinary.

The more Stanford Bo thought about it, the more scared he became.

That's why he became so humble when he saw Yu Qingyang.

"Stanford, we just parted at noon, do you have something to do here?" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.

"I'm here to help my friends in China solve their problems!

And, of course, make a little bit of money by the way!"

"Solve the problem?"

"Yes, solve men's problems!

Working on the Gobi Desert is very hard, and everyone has physiological needs!" said Stanford Bo with a smile that all men understand.

"Stanford, I didn't expect you to pimp in addition to opening a bar?" Yu Qingyang asked with a smile.

"No! Mr. Yu, you misunderstood!

The main purpose of my coming here is to help my Chinese friends solve their physiological problems!

Making money is just a trifle!

I promise my girls are all cheap!

My main purpose in doing this is to make friends with you Chinese!" Stanford Bo emphasized.