Dlamini left in the end.
Chen Chen released Dlamini as well as the remaining bodyguards who were unaware of what had happened.
On the balcony, Chen Chen looked at Dlamini who was walking out of the cheap hotel. At this time, he no longer had the menacing aura he once had. His entire being seemed to have aged considerably.
"Are you letting him go just like that?"
Qian Wenhuan stepped forward from the shadows and asked doubtfully, "Not only did you trample on his dignity, but you also killed two of his most trusted assistants. Will this cause him to hold a grudge against you?"
"After learning that the person you trusted most had betrayed you and I killed him for you, will you hold a grudge against me?" Chen Chen asked in return.
"Uh … Maybe it's more complicated emotions." Qian Wenhuan suddenly understood.
"That's right." Chen Chen nodded. "So, I first induced the two of them to betray him. This way, it doesn't count as killing his most trusted people."
"..."
"Actually, the two of them didn't have to die."
Chen Chen thought for a moment. "The reason I ordered the God chip to shoot was because they had the intention to shoot me. Not only that, but they also put it into action. That's why they died."
"But you were the one who offered the gun..." The corner of Qian Wenhuan's mouth twitched.
"I offered the gun just to show Dlamini the truth — I can control everything about someone who has had surgery on the back of their neck."
Chen Chen explained, "If you just verbally tell him that 'I implanted a chip in you and from now on, your life will be under our control', other than fear, the only thing he'll feel left is anger from being coerced.
"However, when you present this evidence to him in the form of a fact and present it to him in a way that is deeply rooted in his heart, the resulting effect is worlds apart from the previous scenario."
"It's quite deeply rooted in his heart..."
Qian Wenhuan nodded in agreement and sighed. "First, he had his two juniors commit suicide in front of him, then he committed suicide himself. I think he'll spend the nights of the year in nightmares."
...
In 2006, the Rainbow Nation's National Power Company (Eskom) had introduced an executive plan called the Basic Energy Plan.
The main policy of this Executive Order is to allow private enterprises to build private profit-making coal-fired power stations through competitive bidding.
Back then, in this bidding war, dozens of companies made their bids, but in the end, it was Dlamini who bought the right to build a coal-fired power station in Cape Town for a price of one billion rand.
The ultimate manifestation of this privilege was the Eiffel Thermal Power Plant located in the northern suburbs of Cape Town.
There were 4 million permanent residents in Cape Town, but the per capita electricity consumption was only 30% of the international average. As a large thermal power plant with a capacity of 1 million kilowatts, the energy output of the Eiffel Power Plant was mainly used to supply several commercial streets in the core area and 300,000 residents with electricity.
In the suburbs at the other end of Cape Town, there were several thermal power stations similar to the Eiffel Power Plant, but they were all small and medium-sized.
The Eiffel Power Plant was responsible for 40% of the city's electricity generation. If there was a problem, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the entire city would be paralyzed.
As for the slums?
Sorry, they can't even afford to eat, so why would they need electricity?
This was what Bokamoso, the person in charge of the Eiffel Power Plant, told Chen Chen in the car.
Bokamoso was a typical Zulu. When he spoke, his English was mixed with Zulu slang. It was often difficult to tell whether he was complaining about the security problems in Cape Town or if he wanted to spit out the window.
At this moment, Chen Chen was sitting in a Rolls-Royce car and beside him was the blogger Bokamoso. The two of them were on the way to the Eiffel Power Plant.
As they gradually left the city of Cape Town, the sky gradually darkened. On both sides of the main road, there were slums that stretched for several kilometers.
Most of these slums were bungalows built with iron sheets and wooden planks. Even from a distance, they were still shocked by their scale.
There were even signs made in English and some local African languages on both sides of the road to remind them: Dangerous section ahead.
Generally, such signs often meant that this was a section of the road with a high incidence of robbery, murder, and other crimes.
Poverty, economic depression, political instability, various factors led to the Rainbow Nation becoming one of the countries with the highest crime rate in the world. Guns were rampant and crimes were frequent. The country did not even have deterrent punishments such as the death penalty.
However, Chen Chen did not notice these in the car. He only noticed that as they approached the suburbs, whether it was the trees or the buildings around them, they seemed to be covered with a layer of ash.
Bokamoso's explanation was that the Eiffel Power Plant consumed 1.8 million tons of coal a year. The smoke after the incineration naturally had to be discharged. Therefore, it was very reasonable for the ground within a ten-kilometer radius of the power plant to be covered with a layer of black ash.
Bokamoso was very optimistic about this pollution. He said that due to geographical reasons, Cape Town often had strong, fresh winds blowing from the southeast. The locals called this wind "Cape Doctor" because it could bring fresh air to the local area and blow the pollutants in the air into the sea...
Chen Chen casually said a few words and did not say anything else. It was not until the convoy stopped in front of the gate of the Eiffel Power Plant that Chen Chen put on a serious expression.
"Mr. Bokamoso, I'll leave the rest to you."
"It's alright. Since it's Mr. Dlamini's intention, I'll naturally do as you say."
Bokamoso nodded quickly.
Chen Chen led Cheng Cao and the others out of the car. Cheng Cao and the others each carried a suitcase in their hands, which was very eye-catching.
Speaking in broken English, Bokamoso respectfully invited Chen Chen and the others into the power plant. After personally showing them around, they finally stopped in front of the power plant's substation.
"This is the output end of the power plant. The electricity generated by the turbines and generators is boosted here and finally channeled into the power grid," Bokamoso explained.
Chen Chen nodded. High-voltage transmission was to reduce the loss of electricity in the transmission process. Under the premise of the same power, the higher the voltage, the lower the current, thus reducing the heat loss of the transmission cable.
This substation located in the power plant boosted the electricity generated to 110kV, then transmitted it into the high-voltage power grid, and finally into the thousands of households in Cape Town.
"Alright, Mr. Bokamoso." Chen Chen nodded. "Go ahead and do your work. Leave this to me."
"But..." Bokamoso's smile suddenly stiffened.
"Hmm?" Chen Chen frowned when he heard this. "This is Mr. Dlamini's intention. Mr. Bokamoso, do you have any questions about his previous instructions?"
Following Chen Chen's words, Cheng Cao and the other bodyguards on the side reached into their pockets.
"No, of course not..." Bokamoso's face turned pale. He smiled awkwardly and retreated.
"Cheng Cao, the rest of you stand guard outside. Without my permission, kill anyone who dares to break in," Chen Chen instructed.
"Yes."
Cheng Cao and the others opened the suitcases one by one. They were all machine guns and full magazines. After equipping the weapons, they filed out and stood guard outside the substation.
After everyone had left, Chen Chen rummaged through the remaining suitcase and took out a cable as thick as a wrist and a copper ingot.
"Little X, inform Bokamoso that he can begin..."
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