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Holding the battery in his hand for a long time, Shi Ye pulled out a dagger from his waist and scraped off the text on it. Before mass production, it was better not to disclose this item; otherwise, it could easily attract trouble.
Europe and America had given up on energy vehicles, not because they couldn't produce them, but because they couldn't compete anymore. The market had been completely taken over by China, leaving them to continue playing with their old relics.
The technology for energy vehicles was still immature and under constant improvement. Once it matured, fuel-powered family cars would inevitably exit the stage.
Bai Tou Niao could control fuel, but not electricity. If Shi Tian had this item in hand, he could potentially launch missiles; after all, this was not the domestic scene.
What about the Blueprint? As Shi Ye collected the battery, he stared at Shi Tian. This kid seemed a bit out of practice; wasn't he the one who used to actively present the Blueprint?
In our homeland! When I return, I’ll take you to get it! With a sly smile, he felt he had a firm grip on the situation; now he wasn’t worried about Shi Tian not returning home!
You expect us to travel all this way just for the Blueprint? Are you itching for a beating? Do you believe I’ll have Lu Ya throw you into Chad tomorrow? Shi Tian's words nearly made Shi Ye spit blood in anger.
Shi Tian was desperate to return home; was it really that serious just because he entered a thicket? He himself used to go into those thickets every day with Air Force and Lu Ya. Compared to Shi Tian’s life in Tanzania, where food and drink were abundant, many places lacked even basic necessities—one couldn’t buy anything even with money—and yet he managed to get through it.
When Shi Ye got angry, Shi Tian immediately took off running. Going to Chad? How did Shi Ye come up with that? That place was one of the poorest in Africa! Once back home, he would tear up his passport and never leave again!
Today he couldn’t go back; there were no flights available anyway. It wouldn’t matter if he stayed for another couple of days. Shi Tian had worked hard to dig two wells; he needed to see this through to the end.
Early the next morning, a group of people took Simba and Mu Sa to buy water pump pipes and large water buckets. They couldn’t lay solar panels yet, so they had to buy a generator for temporary use. Watching his money dwindle with each payment made Simba grimace in pain.
It hurt a little; if it didn’t hurt, they wouldn’t understand how hard it was to get water. Not only did he want Simba to feel the pinch, but he also wanted everyone in the tribe to feel it too.
Simba knew that drawing water from that well wasn’t free; there would be charges. The generator required fuel, and someone had to keep an eye on it; over time it would also need maintenance—all of this cost money.
This money couldn’t come from him; it had to come from the Chieftain. If he collected the fees, then in the future when they bought oil for maintenance, it would be his responsibility too. Charging thirty or fifty bucks for a barrel of water was something everyone could afford; that amount would be enough for buying oil. Once I build my house and lay down solar panels, I won’t have to spend money on oil for drawing water anymore.
Collecting fees would offend people; whoever collected money would be disliked. Since Simba was going to succeed the Chieftain one day, he certainly couldn’t be the one collecting fees. Having the Chieftain collect them served two purposes: it would gift that well to the entire tribe while paving the way for Simba’s future.
Once Xinba Soy Sauce Factory got up and running and the Chieftain collected fees while Simba provided funds, Simba’s future path would be much clearer.
As for Mu Sa, taking over as Chieftain wouldn’t be easy for him either. He had many brothers at home who were eyeing that position. One well wouldn’t bring him any closer; besides, the atmosphere in the tribe was somewhat lacking—this was something Shi Tian couldn’t help with either.
These matters didn’t concern Shi Tian anymore; he was heading back home and could just hand everything over to A Heng later. Thinking of A Heng made Shi Tian glance back; that kid had been showing off when they were at Victoria Lake!
Ye Ge, Heng Ge has helped me a lot these days. Thanks to Heng Ge, I wouldn’t have survived here otherwise.
Heng Ge spoke Maasai Language fluently and communicated with the Chieftain without any barriers. Soon they would go install the water pump; he felt it necessary to ask Heng Ge for another favor because he feared Simba might not explain things clearly when returning with Mu Sa. Most importantly, his house and Xinba Soy Sauce Factory—these things were beyond what Simba and his group understood!
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