Farming Life Starting in Africa

The entire vehicle was constructed using titanium alloy, ceramics, Kevlar, and composite armor, with the doors reaching a thickness of 10 centimeters. The lining was made from the material of his newly acquired bulletproof suit, which is lightweight and shock-absorbing. The windows were made of multi-layered tempered glass with a high-polymer laminate, 5 centimeters thick.

The vehicle weighs 5 tons. Large-caliber sniper rifles and light machine guns are like tickling this vehicle; at most, they can chip off a layer of paint and leave a few small dents, but they can't penetrate it at all.

The most outrageous thing is the engine; it's equipped with a 6.6-liter twin-turbo diesel V8 engine, producing approximately 420 horsepower. Its top speed can reach 100 kilometers per hour.

The fuel consumption is a bit high, around 60 liters per 100 kilometers. But that's the least of my worries, because the gas prices here are practically free, and the explosion-proof fuel tank has a capacity of 300 liters, so a full tank is enough to take him a long way.

Miao Feng and Ma Xiao helped by handing over tools and tightening screws, while Patrick assisted. The group was all working up a sweat. By the time it got dark, Rosen had only installed the core components and minor functional parts of the car. The interior was still in a scramble; there were no seats, just a metal frame.

"I have a date tonight." Rosen tossed the wrench aside, wiped his face with a towel, and asked, "What are your plans?"

Miao Feng was taken aback. "A date? You met a girl?"

"Yeah, right!" Rosen grinned, revealing a set of white teeth. "Haha, a rich woman."

Miao Feng and Ma Xiao exchanged a glance and chuckled, clearly disbelieving. What rich woman in Africa? Could Rosen have his eye on one of those matriarchal tribal leaders? One of those black women?

Rosen was too lazy to explain. People should learn to be humble; there's no need to explain everything to others.

Ma Xiao looked blissfully happy and patted his belly: "I'm going home tonight to have dinner with my wife. She made pork ribs today, so I have to go back and support her."

Miao Feng shrugged: "I'll eat at the company cafeteria. The food there is terrible, but at least I don't have to cook for myself."

"Then remember to pick up the car the day after tomorrow." After saying that, Rosen went into the house without looking back, leaving three sweaty men staring at each other in the yard.

He took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and got ready. Carrying four bottles of Moutai and four bottles of high-end red wine he'd swiped from Qianbida Supermarket, he drove off in his monster truck.

The car roared to life as it started, shooting off into the twilight like a wild beast. Destination: Sangkujia Town, where the Hanbang Steel Plant was located. It was over a hundred kilometers away, a little over an hour's drive.

By the time Rosen arrived in Sankujia Town, it was completely dark. There was much more greenery here than in Uller—they were situated right next to the U-shaped bend of the river, where the humidity was high and the trees grew taller. Insects chirped along both sides of the road, their calls rising and falling like a concert.

Across the river were some simple shacks, dark and dimly lit, with only a few lights shining through. Those were the family residences of the factory's local employees; the conditions weren't great, but at least they were close to their workplaces.

Rosen drove directly to the main gate of Hanbang Steel Plant. Various construction vehicles were parked on both sides of the gate.

As soon as Rosen got out of the car, he saw "Secretary Li Dakang," who was wearing a denim jacket and a matching baseball cap, standing inside the gate smoking. The smoke swirled in the lamplight, making him look quite relaxed.

Rosen got out of the car, carrying the bag of liquor, and walked over with a smile: "Old He, have you eaten?"

He Jianjun opened the iron gate. "I've eaten, I've eaten. Hehe, what brings you here?"

Rosen walked straight in as if he were visiting his own home: "I came to talk to Lao Lin about something, and also to see a friend."

He Jianjun waved to the guardhouse next door, indicating that everything was alright, then followed Rosen and said, "Friends? Haha, you've made friends in our factory? It's not our Brother Zhuo, is it?"

Rosen curled his lip in disdain: "Why would that be? Let's talk about it when that little brat is older."

He Jianjun felt helpless after hearing this. In their eyes, Zhuo Yifan was indeed like a child who hadn't grown up—in his early twenties, playful and mischievous, sometimes quite unreliable, but not a bad person.

"Did he buy that new car from you?" He Jianjun asked, his eyes gleaming with a hint of gossip.

"Hehe, yeah." Rosen laughed smugly. "Hahaha, I'm considered a rich man now, I made a small fortune selling a car."

He Jianjun leaned closer curiously: "How much did you sell it for?"

Rosen chuckled and waved his hand, "Go ask your boss. I have to keep my clients' information confidential. Don't you understand professional ethics?"

"Forget it, I'd better not be curious, lest I feel resentful." He Jianjun shook his head, then asked, "By the way, you said you were meeting a friend, who is it?"

"Zhuo Weixi."

Upon hearing this, He Jianjun was speechless, his lips twitching. Good heavens, she wants to be his boss's brother-in-law! Good lad, you've got a good eye; you'll save yourself decades of trouble.

As they talked, the two walked to an open space in the center of the factory area. A dozen or so braziers had been lit there, their flames leaping and illuminating a large area. Hundreds of people were jumping and dancing around the braziers, the rhythmic drumbeats blaring, creating a lively scene like a bustling market.

Most of the dancers were Black, but there were also forty or fifty Chinese laborers mixed in, all with smiles on their faces.

Rosen glanced to the side and saw the corner of the stairs to the second-floor container room. Two women were sitting there drinking, while Zhuo Yifan was displaying his peacock-like plumage next to them.

Instead of going up directly, Rosen asked He Jianjun, who was standing next to him, "Where's Lao Lin?"

"He's resting in his room; he hasn't come out."

"Heh, this misfit money-grubber." Rosen laughed. "I'm going to find him now, see you later."

He waved to He Jianjun and walked directly towards the factory leaders' dormitory area.

Old Lin's real name is Lin Zhixiong, and he's the manager of Hanbang Steel Plant. Actually, he's the person in charge of the plant; Zhuo Yifan is just a figurehead sent there by the Zhuo family. He doesn't actually handle the day-to-day operations, and he doesn't understand the production details. But he manages the accounts, which keeps the plant from getting too chaotic.

When Rosen arrived at Lao Lin's dormitory, he saw that the lights were on inside, but the curtains were drawn tightly, allowing only a sliver of light to pass through.

He knocked directly on the windowpane, making two "thump-thump" sounds.

After a while, a panicked, wary voice came from inside the house: "Who is it?"

Rosen chuckled and lowered his voice, uttering their secret code: "Curry, go for it!"

Upon hearing the code, the people inside seemed to calm down considerably: "Wait a moment, I'll be right out."

Rosen and Lao Lin had been secretly trading gold. Rosen would give Lao Lin the gold he received at 80% of the market price, and Lao Lin would give him US dollars or RMB. As for where the gold went, Rosen knew—the Zhuo Group had mining companies here, and it was normal for Lao Lin to exchange goods with people there.