Rebirth – Super Bank System

Kyung City.

Bird nest.

Zhang Zhang, put down the phone.

It has been completed for more than a month and is undergoing a final inspection and theatre test, looking at him, with great pressure on his shoulders, the first Olympic Games in Warsaw, and there must be no problem.

Prepare for years.

The test moment.

It

‘s almost there.

“How’s it going?”

A

middle-aged man next to me asks.

“Tang Qing has agreed that it will be delivered at the end of next month, and we need to finalize the elements of the projection so that technicians can make a difference.” The projection is the same as the procedure.

“The many equipment, hopefully, does not fail.”

This time.

They were all scared by various accidents.

“There should be no need to worry, and their technicians have said that this type of equipment is industrial, and that at least three months of steady operation is very good in quality.”

Zhang Zhang is not spared this quality tongue.

Three months.

He thinks it’s possible.

From getting the equipment to now, they’ve been conducting a very limited test, with no mistake. At this point, the bird nest is above the roof, and the projection has been carrying a long, mobile text.

Someone’s focused on it.

If there’s a failure.

You can look straight.

“This technology is awesome.” Look up, middle-aged man.

“Yeah.”

Zhang is a plot of nodded.

“Tang Qing isn’t coming to the opening ceremony?”

“He said he was coming.” Today, the external tickets at the opening ceremony of the Olympic Games had been sold, but Tang Qing was not a general person, did not open an offer to him, and it should have been obtained.

“The first rehearsal will take place in mid-July to tighten up.”

“Understand.”

…

Twenty-sixth day.

Congo.

Capital Kinsa.

Jae-yeon stepped on the land of “long violation”, and he didn’t come back after the last incident, and more than a year, even if it was established by the Congo Consolidated Electricity Network, he was as far as Tang Qing.

For security.

Except for two of your regular bodyguards.

He also rented four from ‘Daily’.

Looking around four black men, two metres tall, Jay felt a strong sense of security, and the last two crises in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, those big black ones, helped him resolve them.

Quiet.

Cocaine knows.

There

must be blood in these hands.

People are tough.

Not much.

Get out of the airport and he saw the guy who came to pick him up.

Floz.

His classmate, the son of former Congolese President Muyi, was also his last incident, bringing himself in and saving him from his journey, without which the consequences could not be envisaged.

Long time no see.

This body.

There is a lot of horizontal development.

“haha, you haven’t been here for a long time.” Floriz gave Chai a big hug.

“You should exercise it.”

“It’s okay, fat.”

Flusz laughed, but he didn’t think so. Father left his post, and he knew he’d eat all day. People go to the cold tea, it’s common everywhere, Flusfather goes down, and few people find him playing.

It’s hard.

Cheung also came to see him.

Still a friend of Warsaw’s seriousness.

“Go, I father’s waiting for you at home.” Floz says.

Although he had come out, the matter of the dam had not really been completed, together with well-known reasons, and his father and he had both been restricted from leaving the country without restricting domestic activity.

“Good.”

And then.

They put two bullets in the wild.

Get in the car.

Look outside the window.

Sean found a lot of change here.

There

was no difference between the layout and the past, but the streets were different, the previous dumps were scattered, there were many pits on the road, and now the garbage was gone and the pits were filled.

“Isn’t it a little different?” Froz says.

“Well.”

Cheyenne nodded.

Floriz, sigh.

Though it’s not good for Walter.

But he had to be persuaded of his determination and strength to do so. Sanitation workers, who used to be here, were, but it was too inefficient, and Walter learned from Warsaw’s advanced Experience at the beginning of last year.

Road distribution.

Responsibilities to people.

Increase the capacity of the garbage barrel and the corresponding processing capacity and increase advocacy.

Just a second.

Thousands of jobs have been created, and urban environments have been improved, but not in their own father’s place. No match, no harm, that’s all, he admitted.

In addition.

Another measure of Wete.

Let his reputation be no different at all.

That was the significant increase in the treatment of civil servants, who had previously paid very little, had a difficult breadwinner, had a poor treatment of benefits and had to look for faster.

Like Customs.

It’s a blatant request for a tip.

As soon as it was found that First Step had been transferred, the second step had been reviewed, and if the circumstances were serious, it had been repeated, it had been dismissed directly.

The

attitude is firm.

By now.

The

capital airport in Kinsa has been replaced by one third.

Resistance?

When people are expelled, it is clear that there is also external publicity that destroys the image of the State and erases the group of black civil servants, which has a negative impact and no sympathy.

There’s a lot of people back there who want to come in.

Unemployment rates are not low here.

In

order to achieve the warnings, at the end of last year, the Congolese National Television and Radio had won countless appreciation by informing one or two people of the results of their treatment every day.

Finally.

It is true that every day you will be pleased to see it.

Not long.

The car came to Flores’ house.

A nice villa.

See the father of Floriz, Jae-jung, at Junior’s wedding.

“Come in.” Moi laughed.

“Yes.”

Get in the house.

Take a seat.

“How’s your body?”

“Good.”

For

eight years, Moi did so, and he knew a lot of people, including Jason’s father, who, of course, met on an external occasion, had nothing to do with himself, but to see it.

“This time, what is it?”

“The company thing.”

Chain said with a slight smile.

Of course, it is impossible for him to come to Floriz and call the two people on a regular basis.

“Do you need any help?” Moi asked.

A starving camel is still bigger than a horse.

“Thank you, with regard to the Congo Golden Networks Corporation, some electricity projects, I will take a look at our company.” The Chai Tung Road has done its part to help domestic companies seek projects.

“You mean the French loan a week ago.”

Moi thought about it.

Last month.

The

Congo Consolidated Electric Network General submitted a loan application to a French bank for the construction of three medium-sized hydropower plants, totalling €800,000, which were to be approved shortly.

Chai Yin should be here for this.

In the case of a loan from Warsaw.

Don’t run.

It must be the Warsaw company’s midpoint, but this is France, where loans should be conditional, and priority will be given to domestic or eurozone enterprises, not strictly at absolute cost.

That must be it.

Otherwise Chai won’t come.

“Yes.”

Cheyenne nodded.

He was also on brace oneself, and he was afraid to assure that, mainly, a second generation of friends was involved in the project, pulling him out as one of the shareholders of the power company, to see if it was possible to operate.