Early every morning, Nishimura Miku, the head of RB Hitachi Metals Co., Ltd.'s office in the Baiyun Obo mining area, has a habit.

As long as he is in good health, there is no rain or snow outside after getting up, he will find an open running circle on time at seven o'clock to enhance his physical fitness, whether it is at home or abroad on business trips, since he entered the workplace for 14 years, there has not been a single interruption.

Winters in Inner Mongolia are colder than those in the lower latitudes of the RB mainland, but even so, Nishimura still wore shorts and shorts, and after warming up for ten minutes to overcome the physical cold, he began to run laps.

This is Chengguan Primary School near Dongguan Street, which was originally closed to outsiders, especially adults, to exercise here.

But Nishimura Future, with his status as a "foreign guest", was stunned to find a way to get the people from the mining area's foreign affairs office to do it for him on the first day he came here - and when he ran laps, there were absolutely no students with him.

Although this would delay the morning exercise of ordinary elementary school students in the summer, Nishimura Mirai did not take it seriously.

Anyway, in his eyes, the quality of these Chinese primary school students is very poor, and they don't have the ruthlessness of RB primary school students who are willing to endure hardships and sacrifices.

After running 10 laps for a total of 2,000 meters, Nishimura Mirai felt a lot more energetic, and white "steam" had already emerged from his forehead, which was a physical phenomenon that suddenly appeared when the sweat on his forehead met the cold air at minus 20 degrees.

"Yo Si! Today is another day of vitality! Nishimura-kun, you have to work harder for the goal of the club, dry daddy! ”

RB people's brainwashing and hypnosis of self are definitely the first in the world, and after taking off the white cloth tied on his forehead, Nishimura Mirai quickly changed his clothes and went to Dongguan Street for breakfast.

Since there are no women on business trips, it is not possible to cook breakfast for women in the RB, and this is the only opportunity for Nishimura to eat out once a day in the future - he can look down on the local lunch and dinner, and eat them at the office unless necessary, where the company's chef is specially prepared for them, as well as the ingredients brought from RB.

Half a year after coming to the Baiyun Obo mining area, Nishimura Mirai has also mastered Chinese to a certain extent, but he still habitually speaks Japanese in a proud tone when facing ordinary Chinese, except when ordering for breakfast.

"Haggis soup, roasted wheat!"

Sitting in the state-run restaurant, Nishimura ordered one of the most common breakfasts in Inner Mongolia in his awkward tone.

In this era, there were very few people eating breakfast outside, and Nishimura would have breakfast earlier than the average comrade at work, so most of the time, he was alone.

But today, Nishimura Mirai found that before he entered the door, there was a young Chinese sitting in the corner eating breakfast, as if he was still eating a fried rice milk tea hand-grilled pork.

This fried rice milk tea hand-grilled meat is a relatively expensive type of local breakfast, and few people eat it, of course, it is not a problem to eat this thing with the future salary of the West Village, but seeing a young man so early and ordering such an expensive breakfast, he couldn't help but subconsciously look at the other party more.

The glances he cast at ordinary Chinese people were usually aggressive, and this time was no exception.

Ordinary Chinese people will subconsciously feel inferior and bow their heads under his fierce eyes, which is also one of the means that Nishimura usually uses for pastime in the future.

But it's a little strange today, after this young man looked at him, not only did he not bow his head with inferiority, but raised his head and smiled at himself?

"Yaga! How dare you look at Ben Taijun? Nishimura Mirai spit out a sentence of Japanese, seeing that the other party was still laughing, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, what kind of strength did he have with a Chinese who couldn't understand noble Japanese?

At this time, the haggis soup and siu mai he ordered also came up, and Nishimura Mirai immediately started to move.

The average speed at which RB people eat is much better than that of Chinese people, and Nishimura Mirai is no exception, he grabbed the roasted wheat one by one, although the haggis soup was hot, but he did not taste it slowly in small sips like the locals, but snorted and drank it a few times, then grabbed his clothes and left.

At this time, the young man in the corner smiled slightly and muttered to himself.

"I didn't expect to get up early today, and I met a small RB, I don't know which company it is, and the eyes are still strange, hehe."

Of course, this young man is Zhong Bai.

He also got up early today, ready to taste the breakfast of Inner Mongolia, just found this state-run restaurant on Dongguan Street, and walked in, but he didn't expect to meet the future of the West Village who had just returned from running a circle to dine.

When he asked Geng Dali about the information last night, he found that although he was familiar with the names and office locations of these RB companies, Geng Dali said that they did not have frequent contacts with the local industrial bureau, so he was not very clear about a lot of specific information.

On the contrary, the units that these RB people like to take the initiative to contact the most, in addition to the local foreign affairs office, are the Planning Commission, the Economic and Trade Commission, and the railway station.

Zhong Bai immediately realized that these RB people were not stupid, they were fine!

It stands to reason that the Industrial Bureau is the competent department of the rare earth concentrate factory, but the RB people do not contact you, but choose the Planning Commission, the Economic and Trade Commission and the railway station, and their purpose is self-evident.

Quite simply, the purpose of RB people stationed here is to buy and transport these precious Baiyun Obo rare earth concentrates back to RB's domestic parent club as much as possible at a cheap price, without wanting local authorities to interfere more.

Needless to say, the Planning Commission and the Economic and Trade Commission are both departments with real power, but their understanding of the importance of rare earths is certainly not as good as that of the Industrial Bureau and the more advanced rare earth offices.

This kind of "service" mentality is not the kind of mentality advocated by various departments in China in the 21st century, but the real "service" to serve foreign guests!

Of course, these departments also have a very heavy task, that is, to create as many opportunities as possible to increase foreign exchange earnings for the local area, so it is inevitable that many times they do not pay attention to the policy, just ask the RB people to use more of their foreign exchange to buy these rare earth concentrates.

After all, in the eyes of the vast majority of people, aren't those things that are just the soil dug up in the mountains and the ground and then filtered and sifted? It's not all dirt!

The underground soil can be exchanged for foreign exchange, which is already a great blessing, is it difficult for these RB foreign guests?

As for the railway station, not to mention, although the transportation of rare earths from the Baiyun Obo mining area to major cities in China can only rely entirely on railway transportation, as long as the RB VIPs have demand, they need wagons temporarily, and the railway station must be deployed to them as soon as possible!

After all, foreign guests are preferred!