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After struggling with poverty for a while, Brother Head notified Old Zhou to go to Xiamen to collect some money for him. This money had to be collected in person by Old Zhou, and once it was deposited into his card, he could enjoy a luxurious life in Africa.
In recent days, Shi Tian had also been contemplating whether to invest in some industries in Africa. The business opportunities here were limitless, but he was unsure how to proceed.
In a country whose economy relied on agriculture, mining, and tourism, the industrial base was virtually non-existent. It was difficult to develop any industrial sector when the infrastructure was inadequate. Dashi, the former capital and now the largest city, often experienced water shortages, making industrial development extremely challenging.
Agriculture was not feasible either; engaging in primitive farming practices was not an option. He couldn't just lease land for cultivation! The issues with water, electricity, and fuel remained unresolved, and gas stations frequently ran out of fuel.
As for mining, he lacked the strength to compete; the European and American conglomerates had already divided up the resources long ago, leaving him with nothing but scraps. Furthermore, he didn't have the financial resources or connections needed. To venture into mining meant not only investing money but also ensuring that those in power were satisfied.
Tourism was even more daunting. Bill Gates had bought islands here, charging exorbitant rates of ten thousand dollars for a three-day stay. The high-end market was already saturated, while competition in the lower-end sector was fierce; it wasn't as easy as it seemed.
He decided to take his time and observe before making any moves. There was no need to rush.
Just then, he pulled up a carp weighing around three pounds. He glanced at Old An and the others before realizing he couldn't sell it to them just yet in front of Old Mo—what a pity!
"Uncle An, don’t you have any Bitterling or Bai Tiao around here? If I could catch one of those fish along with this Huang La, lunch would be sorted," Shi Tian said as he began exploring Africa's unique fish species with a small worm on his hook.
Worms could be quite dangerous; some of them in the primitive forests could grow up to one or two meters long. Fortunately, Tanzania was dry enough that such large worms were not found in Dashi, which made Shi Tian feel bolder about digging for worms.
"No Bitterling or Ma Kou here, but there are plenty of local fish that I can't name. Just toss something in, and they'll swarm it; they aren't very popular!"
Shi Tian agreed with Old An's observation. Even if he threw out Wo Liao bait here, its effectiveness wouldn't be significant; before it even reached the bottom, it would all end up in the bellies of those little fish—there were just too many of them.
Not to mention Wo Liao; even if it were on a hook, it would attract a swarm of little fish. If he used a net, he'd probably have enough to twist into a rope within two hours.
He knew better than to eat unfamiliar fish—who knew if they were poisonous? Just two days ago at the seafood market, Shi Tian saw someone selling pufferfish with exaggerated claims about its taste while completely neglecting to mention its toxicity. He wondered how many people had fallen victim to that.
The Lufu River lay north of Dashi; about fifty or sixty kilometers north along the coastal line brought you to Bamoyo, where the river flowed into the Indian Ocean.
China had an important project in Tanzania—the Dar es Salaam Port—East Africa's second-largest port located in Bamoyo. Unfortunately, the previous administration had halted construction just before completion.
Before stopping work, they had made grand promises about cooperation with foreign investors without demanding excessive usage rights like China did. However, once construction ceased and no one took charge anymore, it remained idle ever since.
A few months ago, the new administration even sent representatives to China to discuss this matter again. The people back home agreed to resume work at some point but when that would happen remained uncertain. After all, Tank Hei Uncle was unpredictable; this port project had already faced delays twice before. They decided to wait for at least eighteen months before taking any further action!
The most pressing issue now was that there wasn't enough time for construction anyway; Tank Hei Uncle's indecisiveness had halted progress while others rushed in with gifts! Djibouti from Awan Port came bearing heavy presents to negotiate; they had to give some face in return.
They loaded all personnel and machinery from Tank Hei Uncle’s side onto ships and began constructing both the port and railway simultaneously. Now everything was being utilized properly. They couldn't use it yet but were warmly invited to station troops there—the escort fleet from Yawan was already stationed there; it would become China's first overseas military base.
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