"Very happy to know that both mother and son are safe. I wish them good health. "Wang Mingshan made some changes on the letter and finally decided on the contents of the telegram. Some of the contents that Wang Mingshan had given up on were too focused on being seen by others, while others were acting like they didn't care about being seen by others. In the end, Wang Mingshan decided to use his own mood as the only standard.
After burning the letter, Wang Mingshan wrote the telegram on a blank piece of paper and had his secretary send it to Grace. Thinking back to the days when he was with Grace, Wang Mingshan couldn't help but sigh. Those days left Wang Mingshan with beautiful memories, and Wang Mingshan didn't want to complain. Besides, complaining about Grace was looking for the wrong target. The one who wanted to attack Wang Mingshan wasn't Grace, but someone else. So, Wang Mingshan took out another piece of paper and began to list some abbreviations and draw various lines. Wang Mingshan had never thought that Pinyin would be such a convenient thing. He could easily establish a relationship chart without worrying about others finding out anything.
"Secretary Wang, the meeting is about to start," the secretary reminded Wang Mingshan.
"What are we going to discuss today?" Wang Mingshan asked.
"Today, we are going to discuss the design of Nanzhan City," the secretary replied while looking at the notebook.
"Send a telegram to Wei Kun and listen to his thoughts," Wang Mingshan replied.
"Speed up the construction of the East African Railway."
"Hmm …" Wang Mingshan simply indicated that he heard it.
"Mineral exploration and port construction …"
"Railway construction and mineral exploration require labor …"
"…"
After going through four or five topics of discussion, Wang Mingshan finally raised his head and put the paper into the drawer. He seemed to have regained his composure. "Go send the telegram. I am going to the meeting."
Thus, on the 2nd of April 1890, Wei Kun received a short telegram. Wang Mingshan's secretary was quite capable. He compressed the content into two very short choices. "Nanzhan City, the current sugar production area, or the future giant city. Choose one of the two."
Wei Kun was amused by such a simple and straightforward reply. It was obvious that this was the work of Wang Mingshan's secretary. He immediately called back. "Design it as a huge city in the future and build it at the scale of the current population. The sugarcane fields can be used to build houses in the future. "
Because of the level, both Wang Mingshan's telegram to Wei Kun and Wei Kun's telegram to Wang Mingshan enjoyed the highest level in East Africa. So while Wang Mingshan was still chatting with a group of East African officials, the secretary sent the telegram to Wang Mingshan.
After reading the telegram, Wang Mingshan knocked on the table with his hand, and the group of officials immediately stopped arguing.
Looking at the engineer who advocated designing it as a big city in the future, Wang Mingshan said, "First, you should design it as a city that can accommodate six million people."
Before the supporter of the big city could show the joy of having his wish fulfilled, he heard Wang Mingshan continue, "This will not stop us from planting sugar cane in Nanzhan City. Now, the sugar market has been very good. If we plant it as soon as possible, we will have a profit this year. "
"Good! This is a good idea! "A group of officials immediately echoed.
Wang Mingshan was not moved at all. He glanced at the group of people, thinking about the possibility of this group of people playing tricks behind the scenes. After thinking about it, Wang Mingshan could roughly confirm that these people must be dissatisfied with him. But most of them had not even been to Florence, let alone know of Grace's existence. These people were probably not the ones who planned this.
Since it was not these people, could it be the guys from the central government? Wang Mingshan also felt that it was unlikely. Coming to Africa to work meant that there was no possibility of moving to the next level in the future. There was no need for those people to mess with Wang Mingshan. What's more, everyone knew that some people did almost the same thing as Wang Mingshan. It would not be good for them to cause such a thing.
Excluding the people on these two sides, the only ones left were those who presided over the work in Europe. Then, Wang Mingshan could not help but frown.
"Secretary Wang, do you have any thoughts on the port data?" Seeing that Wang Mingshan showed a very disgusted expression, the official who was reading the content quickly stopped reading and asked Wang Mingshan.
"Nothing, continue reading," Wang Mingshan said. After realizing that he was completely distracted, Wang Mingshan decided to think about this content after the meeting. If Wang Mingshan couldn't be defeated by such a thing, he wouldn't worry about it. If Wang Mingshan really wanted to achieve his goal, he would definitely do something in the future.
After settling the problem with Wang Mingshan, Wei Kun felt a lot more refreshed. The mention of the big cities that might appear in the future made Wei Kun feel that Africa was actually quite promising. This meant that Wei Kun's efforts would not go to waste. Therefore, Wei Kun went to have a discussion with the staff of Port Sudan.
Ten percent of these workers were black brothers, and it was said that ten percent were Arabs. However, these Arabs were found to be involved in Mahdi's rebellion, so the Arabs who were related were purged, and those who weren't were suspended from their jobs for investigation.
Wang Mingshan and Vézé had been comrades for more than 30 years, so he did not have any special reaction to the Emperor and the royal family. However, when these ordinary officials heard that the current governor was the son of His Majesty Vézé, their emotions were naturally different from when they were talking to others. Facing a group of cadres with burning eyes, Wei Kun did not want to lead the topic in any direction related to his background. He said, "Comrades, I think everyone already knows that there have been some changes in our policy. Some of the Arabs will leave Sudan. Regarding this change, I want to tell everyone that we will never allow those who think that they are given by God to continue to stay in Sudan. "
The group of government officials did not expect the current governor to bring up this issue. Everyone was confused, so they naturally looked at Wei Kun more intently. Wei Kun asked, "May I ask, does anyone object to the choice of sending the Arabs out of Sudan?"
Everyone looked at each other in dismay. They didn't know how or what to ask. The behavior of the prince and the governor was really surprising. Finally, the mayor of Port Sudan asked in fluent Shandong Mandarin, "Secretary Wei, we do not object to sending the Arabs away. But since you said it, I would like to ask why? "
Wei Kun immediately replied, "That's why I came to talk to you personally. The Arabs have always relied on their religious culture to be above the black people. Even if the black people don't like the Arabs, because of the lower level of civilization, they have a need for the Arabs in many aspects. What we have to do now is to first save the black people from the claws of the Arabs. And the most effective way to save them is to send the Arabs away. "
When the Chinese heard this, they were very surprised. On the contrary, the black brothers showed a rather happy expression. China had been in Africa for more than ten years. Most of the black brothers in the administrative system of Port Sudan were second-generation, or those who had been incorporated into the China system with their parents when they were young. One of them immediately raised his hand and asked to speak. After getting permission, he stood up and said, "Secretary, we black people do not want to be third-class people. What right do the Arabs have to be second-class people? We firmly support the expulsion of the Arabs! "
"Yes! Arabs get lost, we black people don't want to be third-class people! "The black brothers shouted.
Wei Kun raised his hand and gestured for them to calm down. The Chinese comrades and the black brothers also temporarily calmed down. Wei Kun then continued, "The reason I came here this time is to have a meeting to reason with everyone and solve everyone's doubts. Of course, I've never worked in Port Sudan before, so everyone has to tell me the specifics of the situation in Port Sudan. This time, let's talk about a very distant question. What do you think is the biggest innovation of His Majesty Vézé? "
This was a big question, and everyone was stunned by this question. Port Sudan was thousands of kilometers away from the nearest Chinese territory. Talking about His Majesty Vézé's biggest innovation here left everyone scratching their heads.
"Many people think that His Majesty Vézé founded the Min dynasty, which is his biggest innovation. In fact, His Majesty Vézé's biggest innovation is the establishment of the Restoration Party. Many of the people present today were members of the Restoration Party. Everyone had grown up in a very regional circle. Of course, this is normal. Students from Shandong will naturally study in Shandong, and most of the students around him are Shandong locals. It's very difficult for a Nanjing person to go to school in Shandong. However, the Restoration Party is different. The Restoration Party opens its arms to anyone who is willing to join. In the Restoration Party, there are people from all provinces in the country. In the Restoration Party, all regions, genders, and origins are not a problem. Party members are only different in terms of tasks, not in terms of status … "Wei Kun spoke with fervor and assurance. Some of the comrades below were attracted by his words, while others had a look of disapproval.
Wei Kun didn't care. Before he came to Africa, he had a deep discussion with his father, Vézé. Vézé's advice to Wei Kun was, "If you want to solve problems in this era, relying on feudalism really won't work. You must rely on the people and build a strong political party to face the fierce wind and rain of this era. "
Of course, Wei Kun knew that among the three positions of his father, Vézé, the first was the chairman of the Restoration Party, the second was the chairman of the Liberation Army Military Commission, and the third was the president of the country. As for the title of Emperor, it was just to decorate these three positions in gold.
Therefore, the road map that Wei Kun set for himself was very simple. He would learn from his father, Vézé, and become the real controller of these three positions in East Africa. And after staying in East Africa for so many months, Wei Kun had found that the political party and military construction work in East Africa could only be described as a mess.
No matter what the attitude of the China comrades was, Wei Kun continued his speech. People who pretended to be asleep could not be woken up, and Wei Kun had no intention of waking them up. Now he was observing those who were awake, but did not know how to solve real problems. Wei Kun had a very deep impression of his father, Vézé's words. "Political parties exist to solve problems, and they are powerful when united. The reason why political parties are far more powerful than feudal gangs is because the parties based on industrialization know that to solve the root of the problem, they must start with politics. "
The people in front of him probably did not realize the meaning of politics at their current level, but it was obvious that they had encountered a lot of problems. Therefore, Wei Kun was not in a hurry. He asked from behind, "Now that everyone thinks that there is a problem that cannot be solved, raise it. Let's brainstorm and solve the problem together. "
As a result, when Wei Kun spoke, the mayor of Port Sudan, who had been indifferent, was the first to speak. "Secretary Wei, I heard that our next month's salary will be delayed. This month's salary has already been delayed because of the relocation of the administrative districts. If it continues to be delayed next month, we will not be able to do a lot of things. Can you help me solve this problem first? "
"Oh?" Wei Kun immediately frowned. Although he did not say anything, he knew very well that before the relocation, Wei Kun was sure that the finance department listed the timely payment of salaries as an important matter. Because he did not continue to pursue this matter, Wei Kun did not know the outcome of this matter. Therefore, he asked, "Explain the situation in detail."
"The finance department said that salaries cannot be paid for two months," the mayor repeated.
Wei Kun did not intend to give up. He said, "How about this, show me your salary system and the data on how much each person receives."
This made everyone excited. Everyone wanted to know what the other people's salaries were. The mayor instinctively showed a hesitant and resistant expression. Revealing the salary was a big deal, and the mayor certainly did not want this to happen. However, as the governor of the three Sudan counties and the secretary of the three Sudan counties, Wei Kun had the right to check the salaries. This time, the mayor felt that he had been rash. He felt that he should have chosen a calmer way to deal with this matter. It was only because the salary had not been paid and he was too concerned, that he accidentally acted rashly.
Wei Kun did not continue to pursue this matter. He said, "I know about this matter. Everyone, wait for me to look at the data before we discuss this matter. Let's talk about the other problems we encountered first. "
There were naturally many problems in a place like East Africa. Of course, Wei Kun was not prepared to shoulder it alone. He knew very well that no one had the ability to do so. Therefore, Wei Kun only summarized the problems first. Which were specific administrative problems, which were political problems, and which were ideological problems. Just this kind of division was very exhausting, and it made the comrades have more questions. What standard did Wei Kun use to divide these problems?
Although it was very tiring, Wei Kun felt quite happy. He had always felt that in Asia, the party was actually another kind of administrative meeting. Because the government and the party were both based on solving problems, even if they did not specifically talk about the political line, it would not affect the party's operation too much. This was because His Majesty Vézé would always put forward ideas.
However, in Africa, because the level of social development was very low, many things that were not problems in Asia at all had become core political problems here. This was something that Wei Kun had never encountered before, and he had never thought of it.
Wei Kun was not prepared to solve all the problems in one day. He arranged these problems. First of all, the party organization had to be operated, including clarifying the political philosophy of the party internally and publicizing the party's philosophy externally. At the same time, a party school had to be opened to inspect and recruit party members.
After going through what needed to be said, Wei Kun and the mayor went to the district finance department. A large amount of data was placed in front of Wei Kun. Wei Kun picked it up and began to look at it.
As night fell, the lights of Port Sudan were turned on. Under the light, Wei Kun flipped through the information page by page. At this time, his face was gloomy. On one side was a large amount of information, and on the other was Wei Kun's notes. There was a lot of data on it. There was really no right to speak without investigation. Wei Kun found that the people in the East African region were far bolder than he had imagined. They were really very bold.
Back then, no one was willing to come to East Africa, so when the East African administrative region was established, the officials naturally had a lot of gray income. Wei Kun did not expect these people to have changed in more than a decade. Instead of saying that these people were officials in charge of the East African administrative region, it was better to say that these people were vermin lying on the East African administrative region and sucking blood.
"Growl … Growl …" Wei Kun's stomach expressed its protest. Wei Kun also felt that he should eat something. He did not expect to feel a little dizzy after standing up. It seemed that he was quite hungry.
The most common meal in Port Sudan was the black pepper steak set. The beef was naturally high-quality. The black pepper transported from the South China Sea provinces of China had a strong taste, so it was naturally of high quality. Underneath the steak was snow-white rice, half-cooked eggs, and a half-cooked peeled tomato, which provided more comprehensive nutrition. In addition to being delicious and nutritious, the other advantage of this dish was that it used very little water. The water supply in Port Sudan had always been a big problem. Port Sudan, which was built on a rocky mountain, was surrounded by a desert. As the population increased, distilled water became more and more scarce. Everyone had been trying to solve this problem.
Of course, trying to solve the problem would always produce some results. For example, the beverage that was rationed in the set was beer. Water could not be sold at a high price, and beer obviously had a higher profit margin. Wei Kun ate and drank. After a while, he felt that the feeling of weakness in his body had disappeared. He even felt very comfortable in the slight tipsy caused by the beer.
At this time, there was no one around. The port basically did not load or unload goods at night. Just as Wei Kun comfortably burped and was about to order another set, Wei Wenrui walked in. She walked to Wei Kun's side and said with a smile, "It's fine if you're busy with work, but now you don't even call me for supper."
"How would I dare to disturb you, the God of Wealth?" Wei Kun also laughed.
"Oh? You finally know that I'm the God of Wealth. Then why don't you hurry up and burn some incense? "Wei Wenrui responded to Wei Kun's mockery.
"Is there any incense? How about this set?" Wei Kun said jokingly.
"I want one." Wei Wenrui immediately agreed. Looking at Wei Kun's surprised expression, Wei Wenrui explained, "The skills of the chef here are probably not as good as the top restaurants in Europe, but the good thing is that the ingredients here are real. Black pepper seems to have a better taste when eaten in a hot place."
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