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Things had gone awry, and Shi Ye could not possibly be unaware. After a three-hour lesson, Shi Tian's eyes had lost their luster.
As for the robbery, Qing Shi Tian did not say much about it. They had grown accustomed to life in Africa and were more focused on getting down to business, urging him to handle matters here as quickly as possible.
Setting up a factory was relatively simple; even in Dashi, purchasing a factory wouldn’t cost much. However, the local environment made it difficult. Once a Chinese person bought a factory and started operating, the tax bureau would show up frequently, always stirring up trouble.
When you tried to reason with them, they would cite the law; when you mentioned the law, they would casually change it. In any case, don’t expect to keep your profits; you had to dutifully pay your dues.
Bribing them might work temporarily, but it wasn’t a long-term solution. Once you appeased one person, another would come knocking. If you kept paying off everyone, you’d end up with less than what you earned, as there were countless ways for them to leave you empty-handed.
Renting a factory was even worse. If you started making money, the landlord would raise the rent daily; contracts meant nothing to them.
Opening a branch factory here was essential. Whether in America or Southeast Asia, the same issues persisted; even in the Celestial Empire, similar scenarios played out daily.
There aren’t that many noble ideals in this world; only interests are eternal.
Shi Tian understood that one cannot thrive alone; sharing profits was easier said than done.
Stepping out of his room, he saw Xin Ba and Mu Sa basking in the sun in the yard. It didn’t surprise Shi Tian at all that Africans could suffer from heatstroke in Guangzhou. Despite Tanzania being relatively cooler with an average high temperature of less than thirty degrees Celsius, it was still far more comfortable than Guangzhou.
“Xin Ba, Mu Sa, don’t you like soy sauce? Let’s go buy some beans, and I’ll teach you how to make soy sauce!” It was far easier to deal with Xin Ba and Mu Sa than with officials; both of their fathers were Chieftains, and Shi Ye had hired these two sons of Chieftains as bodyguards.
African Chieftains weren’t as valuable as one might think; those with smaller territories were hardly different from village heads. Even those with larger territories were just bigger village heads at most. A tribe with two or three thousand people and about one hundred to eighty square kilometers of land could be considered a decent Chieftain.
When Shi Ye mentioned their identities to him, he understood what Shi Ye was getting at. Dealing with the Maasai was indeed more convenient than dealing with officials; at least if these two or three thousand people benefited from it, he could walk freely within that tribe.
In the primeval forest, there was nothing available; establishing industry there wasn’t easy at all. While it was easy to transport equipment from home, producing anything there was nearly impossible.
Here, soy sauce cost over thirty yuan per barrel while a pound of beans in Dashi was only two yuan fifty cents; it would surely be cheaper in the primeval forest. One pound of beans could yield three to five pounds of soy sauce; if done right, this could be a lucrative business.
The abundant sunlight here made it perfect for drying soy sauce. Let’s start nurturing industry in the Serengeti Plain with soy sauce! Once we establish soy sauce production, we can move on to vinegar—let’s allow soy sauce and vinegar to waft across this barren land first.
Soaking beans and buying yeast, he repeatedly explained the process and ratios to the two of them. The brewing technique for soy sauce was his ticket into Marseille’s market; he wanted to establish roots here through the Maasai Tribe and Xia Shou.
After soaking the beans for three days and stirring them once a day, Shi Tian's grand plan for brewing soy sauce was abruptly interrupted by A Heng's arrival with his passport and an American Style Landing Net. This item needed some attention—he couldn’t just let it sit around rusting!
“Xin Ba, Mu Sa, once you learn how to brew soy sauce, will you teach others in your tribe?” He watched as they focused intently on the fermentation barrels in the yard.
He initially planned to continue brainwashing them over the next few days but now that he had his American Style Landing Net in hand, he felt restless at home.
“I will make sure everyone in the tribe gets to eat soy sauce!” Xin Ba hadn’t spoken yet; it was Mu Sa who spoke up first.
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