Chapter 1602: Blast, your Chinese factory

At this moment, Nur Sultan is like returning to the last century.

It's almost the same as having a cell phone.

All signal towers stopped working.

There is no Internet, no social software, no self-media, and no traces of the Internet era.

There have been many posts on the Internet complaining about the price increase of liquefied natural gas on the Internet, which hurt many people's nerves and eventually led to many people protesting on the streets, which eventually turned into riots.

Standing at the entrance of the hotel and looking at the phone with full signal but unable to connect to the Internet, Wang Hui sighed helplessly.

The phone can be connected.

This is the only comfort.

Outside, local police and protesters are fighting.

Noisy, shouts, protests, warnings, and various sounds mixed together, buzzing.

Wang Hui looked at it for a while, turned his head and asked Ye Lei: "How much has their liquefied petroleum gas increased?"

"In the past two or three years, it has increased by about three times."

Ye Lei replied.

"No wonder, the last straw."

Wang Hui nodded.

When he came to Kazakhstan, he also learned some about the local situation.

From 1991 to the present, it can be said that this country can be described in a few words as politically familyization and economic oligarchy.

The land is vast and sparsely populated, with large pastures.

Animal Husbandry and oil and gas resources are pillar industries.

In the past, oil and gas resources were subsidized by domestic subsidies, but as the economic lifeline gradually became concentrated in the hands of the former president's family, the government's money collected was decreasing, and subsidies were finally forced to be cancelled.

Another price increase not long ago was the last straw that broke the camel's back.

However, there are other struggles here.

For example, according to Wang Hui’s understanding, there were some militants inside when the people of this country took to the streets to march.

They threw grenades, shot and killed police officers and civil servants.

The situation is very bad.

This is also the reason why Ye Lei and Ding Yi dissuaded Wang Hui from leaving.

"It's still not peaceful outside now, and it's too risky for us to go out."

Ding Yidao.

Wang Hui nodded and said, "The risk is very high, but it helps us hide our purpose."

When everyone's eyes were on street sports, no one came to pay attention to Wang Hui, a foreign merchant.

"Brother Hui, let's be careful."

"I want to be careful, but it's hard for us to say whether the situation will get worse or worse. Let's hurry up sooner or later."

Wang Hui put on his coat and raised his collar, "Go and go out!"

He took Ye Lei, Ding Yi and Ding Xin, two other staff members, and a group of five, out of the hotel.

Stop two taxis on the side of the road.

But they were told that they needed to go far away where they were going.

Because the road was closed by the military and police less than two kilometers ahead, it would be impossible to get through without detour.

Then let's go around.

Wang Hui was in the car and was actually very nervous.

Although police patrol and occupied the critical intersection, he was still worried that a group of demonstrators would suddenly rush out and surrounded them.

After walking forward for about ten minutes, Wang Hui was shocked to find a black car on the side of the road overturned on the road, burning to the point where only one frame was left, but it could still be seen from the ceiling light that it was a police car.

The driver saw Wang Hui's expression and muttered a few words of Russian, and seemed extremely resentful.

"What did he say?"

Wang Hui asked Ye Lei quietly.

He knew that Ye Lei could speak Russian.

"He was scolding the protesters, saying that they had collected money and did bad things."

Ye Lei translated.

"There are people who understand."

Wang Hui said.

Ye Lei shook his head: "Don't worry about being weak but not being equal, it's just a matter of time."

A country with a single industry and relies on resource exports.

When its economic lifeline is in the hands of the children of the former leader, it is destined to have such a day.

Wang Hui had no time to worry about these external things, because of his destination.

The person they were going to meet was named Zakayev.

He is a businessman engaged in the import and export of machinery and engineering vehicles.

Fifty percent of Kazakhstan's oil and gas tanker business is Zakayev's industry.

When it comes to peers, Wang Hui will definitely count.

Because Dingxin also produced some special vehicles, he came to see Zakayev, which was justified.

Moreover, if someone is interested in investigating Wang Hui's trajectory, he will also come to a conclusion that after developing the Afghan market, Wang Hui wanted to continue to develop the market in Kazakhstan.

It's a perfect fit.

Zakayev lives in a villa, but an office building.

At the entrance of the office building, Wang Hui met Zakayev's assistant, a graceful Kazakh beauty.

However, at this moment, Wang Hui did not have the heart to admire the tall girl in front of him, and there was a thought in his mind.

At that time, Park Tae-si once said that Wu Shenyan seemed to be causing trouble in Uzbekistan or Kazakhstan.

Now it seems...is it Kazakhstan?

If so, then which Chinese company here will be Wu Shenyan’s target?

If it weren't... Wang Hui would be helpless.

He is just an ordinary carmaker, not a superman.

On the 14th floor of the office building, Wang Hui finally met Zakayev.

A pure Kazakh.

He is in his forties, with an ordinary appearance and a slightly flat face.

To be honest, his appearance is not at all inconsistent with Xinjiang, China.

Of course, in addition to speaking Kazakhs, the Kazakhs in China also speak Chinese, and they also speak Russian.

When he met Zakayev, Wang Hui showed him the token and a seal given to him by Li Xiaohong.

This seal is the personal item of a Chinese familiar Zakayev.

It is also the key to Zakayev's trust in Wang Hui.

After taking the seal, the other party looked at it over and over again, applied the ink paste and covered it with a little.

After carefully identifying it, I smiled and hugged Wang Hui to show my friendship.

Finally, he put away the seal and asked the female secretary to call out several of his subordinates.

With the deputy, there is also an interpreter.

Ye Lei no longer needs to act as a translator.

After a while, three Zakayev's deputy and five middle-level officials all came to the office.

The "talks" between the two sides officially began.

Wang Hui could feel Zakayev's anxiousness.

I finally understood why he was playing assist.

Zakayev mobilized a lot of troops, and his subordinates basically knew the arrival of his "big Chinese merchant".

The key content is revealed in the "talk".
To be continued...