Mobor's face was full of questions, not understanding what Jiang Cheng refers to. Jiang Cheng took a deep breath and said, "Mayor Mo, I need you to help me with some cheaper workers. Do you understand? It's the kind that basically doesn't require wages. As long as he has a bite of food, he is willing to do it."

Jiang Cheng's words were already clear enough. Mobor immediately reacted and asked, "Do you want death row prisoners, prisoners of war or refugees?" Jiang Cheng immediately pretended to be surprised when he heard this and said, "Is there such a worker? That's so good for me."

Mobor's face suddenly became terrified and said, "Old friend, it's hard to find the kind of people you need. Besides, what do you need to do for? Prisoners of war and death row prisoners are the most difficult to control, and refugees are similar. These people are homeless and often cause trouble."

Jiang Cheng didn't dare to tell Mobor directly and clearly, because he was afraid that he would suspect that he had heard from these people from there. But now what Mobor mentioned, Jiang Cheng could say blatantly. "Mayor Mo, I'm not to hide it. You also know that I have made an agreement with Khartoum that opening a factory must bring certain economic benefits."

Mobor naturally knew very well. The treaty was originally intended to limit Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng nodded when he saw Mobor and began to explain himself: "This is the thing now. According to our factory investment and operation, the benefits of the first operation are far from enough. In order to meet this standard, I must save this money from various channels, otherwise I will definitely not be able to complete it."

Mobor looked embarrassed and said, "Old friend, you said that. I have no confidence. This is your agreement with the above. I cannot interfere. If you fail to build a factory, you can only withdraw from here. Otherwise, you will be interrogated by the military court."

This Mobor is a straightforward person. When he heard Jiang Cheng ask for someone, he immediately cleared his relationship, as if he had confiscated Jiang Cheng's money at all. Jiang Cheng smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, Mayor Mo. I, Jiang Cheng, have never done anything I can't be sure of. As long as the first phase of the product is listed in our country, I will create a little momentum, and the second phase of the order income will naturally successfully meet the standards."

When Jiang Cheng said this, he suddenly came to Mobor and said, "When I took my income, my income increased, and the share of your income will naturally be higher. You don't want the factory to run poorly, do you forget, did you? Have you forgotten our previous agreement? The factory's income has something to do with you."

Mobor remembered that Jiang Chengfen gave him one hundred percent of the thing. Suddenly, the greed in his heart began to cause trouble again. If Jiang Cheng's factory went bankrupt, his dream of getting rich would be completely eliminated. Thinking of this, Mobor gritted his teeth and said, "How many kinds of labor do you need?"

Jiang Cheng remained silent when he heard this, but he couldn't help laughing in his heart: "The fish is hooked!" Jiang Cheng showed a thoughtful expression, shook his head and sighed: "If possible, I need about one hundred people." Mobor was immediately in a difficult position when he heard this, and said: "No, I can't give one hundred people. Your request is too much."

Mobor's expression was very serious, and it didn't look like he was fake. Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "Then how many people can you provide to me?" It's at this critical moment. No matter how many people Jiang Chengdu has to come, he is about to start building an oil field, and no one can do it.

Mobor also showed a thoughtful expression, and his inner ambition urged him to find a way to the greatest extent and make Jiang Cheng's factory operate. After thinking for a long time, Mobor finally said a number: "Forty, up to forty people, I can't transfer you if there are more."

Jiang Zhi nodded and said, "Forty is forty, and the number of people is so good. Mayor Mo, I will remember it if you help me hard. As long as the factory goes smoothly after the first phase, I will increase you by 2% and it will be 200,000!"

Jiang Cheng now increased Mobor's commission, which made Mobor even happier. He came up and patted Jiang Cheng on the shoulder familiarly and said, "Old friend, you are so polite. This kind of thing is just a simple task, not like this. Tell me, when will these people be needed?"

Jiang Cheng thought for a while and said, "In a week, factory construction is imminent, and I must speed up the time. The faster the manual comes, the better. I can start training this group of people as soon as possible." Two weeks later, the equipment from the domestic market will be shipped, and the construction of the factory will be started in a week.

Jiang Cheng must contact these people as soon as possible and train these refugees to become their own people in order to successfully carry out the plan to exploit oil. Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng felt a little breathless. Mobor nodded and said, "Okay, this Friday, my people will all be on your side. Just wait."

Jiang Cheng said: "Then I'm waiting for your good news." After saying that, Mobor sent Jiang Cheng out of the office. Jiang Cheng returned to the hotel and talked about this matter with Gong Yue and An Qingdong. Both of them praised Jiang Cheng for being powerful. However, the number of oil exploiters is far from enough.

"If it's not enough, the number of people is definitely not enough. An ordinary oil mining team will have at least 500 people. It depends on the size of the oil field, because there are too many subsequent work." In the hotel, An Qingdong began to explain to the two.

Jiang Cheng frowned and said, "The scale of five hundred people is too big. Brother An, I can't find these five hundred people at once." No matter how powerful Jiang Cheng is, it is impossible to find the scale of five hundred people here. Besides, the factory under Jiang Cheng and his plan will only accommodate up to 400 people.

There are only 500 people who exploit oil alone, so how can we hide it? Then no one else will be required to leak the matter of stealing oil. Gong Yue suddenly suggested: "Or, don't make oil into products, just use crude oil to purify it?"

This statement made everyone's eyes lit up. This oil is the most direct raw material. If it is just a simple processing and sent to the country as raw oil, it is not an inappropriate thing. An Qingdong thought about it for a while and gradually felt that it was feasible.

"This is a good suggestion. If I just transport crude oil, I guess I can reduce the number of people by nearly half. About 250 people can complete the task." An Qingdong thought for a while. After the oil extraction, the most troublesome process was to refine.

Now, as long as everyone purifies the oil, they will send it directly to the country. The process of the intermediate link is reduced by no means a little bit. Jiang Cheng made a decision and said, "It's decided that it is. Two hundred and fifty people, I can still find a way to do it, but five hundred people are really difficult to hide. Maybe we have a way in the future."

Jiang Cheng decided, and the three began to plot. This group of people must be the three of them’s confidant men to exploit oil in Sudan, otherwise once the news leaked, the three people would definitely face the pursuit of the army. Among the three, Jiang Cheng, especially those who were in charge of this matter, attach great importance to this matter.

A few days later, Mobor brought a group of refugees as promised, all of whom were refugees from South Sudan's war. A total of 42 people were young and middle-aged men. They were about seventeen-year-old men, who were very in line with Jiang Cheng's requirements.

At this time, standing in an open space in the west city of Wutusi Town, we looked at the forty people sparsely, as if we hadn't eaten a full meal for many years. Almost everyone was pale and thin. The war in Sudan has been maintained for almost seven or eight years, and the refugees' life on the border is the most difficult.

Jiang Cheng, Gong Yue and An Qingdong all stood in front of forty people. They looked at the forty people in front of them. Jiang Cheng stood up, took a deep breath, and said, "Can you understand me among you?" Jiang Cheng said in English, because among the Sultan, there are still many people in Arabic.

The forty people nodded after hearing this. Although they didn't understand what was going on, they saw Jiang Chengdu know that this person would be his boss in the future. Jiang Cheng nodded as he looked at him and said, "It's great. Then prepare to accept it. The first task I gave you - to eat enough."

After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, Gong Yue, who was beside him, immediately opened it and placed it on the ground, with four or five baskets. It was full of bread and meat grabbing hands. When these refugees saw the meat, they all opened their eyes as if they were gurgling and hungry sounded rhythmically from the open space.

Jiang Cheng pointed to these hand-grabbing meat and said to the refugees: "Everyone, two pieces of bread, one piece of hand-grabbing meat. Come in line to get it, do you understand?" An Qingdong and Gong Yue stood in front of the basket, preparing to distribute it to the refugees. Hearing Jiang Cheng's words, the refugees rushed up in a mess.

The situation made Gong Yue and An Qingdong feel terrible. But Jiang Cheng frowned and suddenly stood in front of the basket, blocking all the refugees, shouting: "Did you all pretend that I said just now? You guys line up to get things, otherwise you will get out of here immediately, do you understand?"

Jiang Cheng's whispered instantly shocked the refugees. The refugees didn't know why, but when they looked up and saw Jiang Cheng's gaze, they were shocked by the murderous aura, and they instantly felt like they stopped. Jiang Cheng saw that the people were quiet and said coldly: "Line up, come one by one."
Chapter completed!