Return to the exciting era of 1999

Chapter 1777 Bardock's Light

There are still a large number of retail investors buying Yiyuan Medical's shares. These original shareholders of Yiyuan Medical are only a small part. This performance is already very good in the entire domestic market.

After all, Ji Donglai’s Yiyuan Intelligent Manufacturing is just a private enterprise, and it is rare for it to have such performance.

"If you want to be a saint, that's it for this time. Let's try a different way of playing next time. Let's all have fun at night. We'll pay for it from the budget and call it a day!"

Qin Han just took a look at the chart and cleared all traces.

As a financial tycoon, Qin Han seldom believes in rules and regulations. If he believes in rules while working in finance, he will starve to death.

Under this appearance, Qin Han saw that Ji Donglai was saving the market. It seemed that Ji Donglai didn't care about anything. The newly issued stocks had a wide range of ups and downs in the market, which could easily make the market lose confidence.

Qin Han could see that Ji Donglai would firmly establish market confidence before the northbound funds arrived.

Things here were almost dealt with, and Ji Donglai turned and headed for Tajikistan. Just when people thought that Ji Donglai would stay at the Tajik fertilizer plant for a while, Ji Donglai's car turned and headed for the border in minutes, heading south to the Badakhshan waste treatment plant.

This waste treatment plant is much larger than previous ones. Rows of houses have been built around the plant, most of whom are Tajiks from southern Afghanistan.

Both countries issue identity cards to these people because they are basically engaged in business, helping garbage disposal plants purchase waste or dismantle certain materials.

Many years have passed since the garbage factory was built. From the big mistake to a person in charge in the later period, they have all turned into yellow sand.

Even Qian Xue had already turned into a grain of millet in history.

The mottled iron fence rustled in the desert wind.

Most of the residents around were wearing slippers. When they saw Ji Donglai's convoy coming, they just watched quietly.

Many children were walking around the residential area playing, and some were working with their parents.

There were also some children holding hammers, breaking stones like their mothers to help pave the road surface that the factory was preparing to pour cement on. The person in charge from China married three wives here.

Now the father of three children, the woman is very beautiful and was not as afraid of Ji Donglai as other women.

"Boss Ji, please give us a heads up so we can prepare in advance. We are preparing to pave the ground. It suddenly rained a while ago, and it is very muddy. Now our factory has expanded three times than before, and our products are in short supply every day."

"Over there is the area for dismantling abandoned shells, over there is the area for dismantling landmines, over there is the area for dismantling old vehicles, over here is the area for sorting plastics, over there is the area for selecting."

"Now our refined oil has people coming to pick it up every day. Pig iron is processed into semi-finished products and shipped to Horgos. The vehicle parts there can be sold locally after refurbishment. These countries like them very much."

"We disassemble some of the waste tires, and sell the refurbished ones directly to locals. We are still loading the Sibuxiang, which is now the best-selling vehicle in the surrounding countries. Mr. Ji, this is the simple situation."

After getting off the car, Ji Donglai went straight into the factory and began his inspection. Overall, it was very good.

Yiyuan Intelligent Manufacturing's wave cracking factory was born here. Now there are at least 100 factories in operation in 30 provinces across China. Every year, it saves the country at least 20 small goals in energy waste and reduces carbon emissions even more.

Because of the existence of the factory, the price of garbage in neighboring countries has increased.

The workers still work in slippers. Unlike the Taoist robes in the south, the clothes here are a little better.

A few people had decent work clothes, and Ji Donglai was quite satisfied. "The food should be properly provided, as physical labor consumes a lot of energy!"

It was time to eat. According to the Central Asian tradition, almost everyone ate with their hands. Only when they saw the leader coming did they pick up spoons.

Most of the workers took off the clothes they wore when working at the door, washed them, took off their shoes and entered the canteen. They wolfed down a plate of rice with a little naan.

"Well, this month's food has not been delivered yet. The situation over there has been fluctuating recently. They said they had negotiated, but overnight they started to confront and shoot again. Our food used to come through there, especially wheat."

"If the flour doesn't arrive in two days, we will have to buy it from Tajikistan!"

Ji Donglai's flour is basically imported from his Afghan partner. At the beginning, Ji Donglai helped the other party to transform the flour mill. In order to help the other party develop, all the flour here is from there.

Of course, the price and quality are really good, although there is still controversy there.

"Oh no, I almost forgot something and you reminded me!"

Speaking of flour, Ji Donglai suddenly remembered that he was cooperating with others in white salmon farming there. According to the time, now is the right time to collect it, otherwise it will be too late.

After inspecting the factory, Ji Donglai went to the Chinese medicine hospital again.

Compared with the orderly situation at the factory, things here were a little chaotic, with people lying in the corridors and yards of the hospital.

The better ones have beds provided by the hospital, while the worse ones have to wrap themselves in blankets and sleep directly under the shade of trees, regardless of gender.

Especially women, there are a lot of people who come here to see a doctor.

When Ji Donglai entered the scene, the attending Chinese medicine doctor was giving acupuncture to a child.

The man's arm had been unable to straighten for a long time. The doctor gave him the last shot, then quickly pulled it out and rubbed the area between his thumb and index finger.

"Come on, follow my movements..."

The Chinese medicine doctor slowly raised his hand towards the little boy, and the little boy also tried to raise his hand.

The moment to witness a miracle has arrived. The hand that had been unable to be raised was slowly raised up. Even a child found it hard to believe.

"Wow wow wow..."

The complex and noisy local language began to burst out, and the children kept jumping on the spot, and it was obvious that they were very excited.

The little boy's father reached out to wipe his tears and whispered something to the Chinese doctor. Although no one knew what he said in his crying voice, everyone could tell that it was words of gratitude.

"He said he had three sons, but the two older ones died in the war, leaving only this youngest son. His wife also died. The youngest son has not been able to lift his arm for three years. The United Hospital said it would cost a lot of money to perform a skin and flesh incision surgery."

"His garbage collecting relative told him there was a Chinese hospital here, so he walked 50 miles of mountain roads, 30 miles of main roads, crossed minefields, waded through rivers, and ate all his dry food before he got here."

"It took less than ten minutes to cure the child. He was very grateful, but he didn't have much money, so he could use garbage collection to pay for the medical expenses..."

(End of this chapter)