Chapter 41 [A Group of People Who Don't Care About Their Lives]
In a dozen days, the machines from the two building materials factories will be delivered to the port, and then we will rent a car to transport these containers to Sinjar Town. It is estimated that it will take more than ten days. After calculating everything, the time for the machines to arrive is exactly one month later, which is quite enough for me. After getting accurate information, Master Bel Singh finally put down his heart and went home to have a good rest for a night.
At 10 o'clock the next morning, Bel Singh came to the long-distance bus station in person to welcome the mayor of Kata who had spent a lot of effort from the mining department of Rajasthan. Several state-owned mines under his jurisdiction took great pains to bring in a group of desperate people. Yes, these people are desperate people. And they are all desperate. What kind of people dare to clamor that they are desperate people? They are the members of the blasting team responsible for blasting and filling explosives in the mine.
Opening a mine, especially in India, a country with backward industrial technology, is not an easy task. Although concrete factories are not considered high-tech and are very popular in China, they are considered a large industrial company in India, especially in backward areas such as Rajasthan. Because India's technology is so backward, the simplest and most effective way to open any kind of mineral deposit is to use explosives for blasting before mining.
However, due to the backward technology, this kind of mine blasting is very dangerous. On average, one blasting team member dies in the blasting every two months. Either they are killed by the blasting stones, or they are accidentally exploded when removing the duds, and even their bodies cannot be found. Therefore, these blasting team members are nicknamed "people who don't want to die".
It sounds very ironic, but it can also show the helplessness and hardship of the blasting team members. These people are on the verge of death. They earn more than those directors in New Delhi every day, but they are in danger of death at any time. This state of high mental tension is prone to accidents, so these people are crazy no matter what they do in the eyes of normal people.
They earn a lot, spend a lot, and enjoy themselves. They need the best in food, clothing, housing and daily necessities. After all, you never know when you will encounter an accident at work. Who doesn't want to enjoy more of the life of a superior person while they are still alive? So this group of people who don't want to die are pitiful and pity. In the mine of a small cement manufacturing plant in Sinjar Town, they were able to dig back these members of the blasting team who are still decent in the state-owned mine.
There are also two tons of high-explosive TNT explosives approved by the Ministry of National Security for Singer Cement Manufacturing Company. The twists and turns in this process are almost as many as nine bends and 18 turns, and there are all kinds of tricks in it. It makes people feel embarrassed to say it out. Anyway, it was Bel Singer who asked his partner, Mayor Kata, to spend a lot of money and countless resources to invite these people who don't want to die back.
Early in the morning, Bel Singer brought people to the long-distance bus station and waited for more than an hour. Just when Bel Singer was impatient, Uruk, a human mule in the distance, ran in from outside the bus station in a hurry. Seeing Bel Singer, he seemed very excited. He ran to Bel Singer and said with a smile.
"Master, master, the people we are waiting for have come, but I didn't expect them to hire a car. They came to Sinjar with their own tools, so they were an hour and a half late. Now they have entered the parking lot of the bus station. Should we go there now?"
Look, what did they say? The salary earned by these people who don't care about their lives is definitely not less than that of the police chiefs in Delhi. They also know how to enjoy themselves. Since they hired a car to come to Sinjar, they really know how to enjoy themselves. But these people are all masters, important puzzles in making money in their hands.
The respect that should be given should still be given, so even if Belsinger waited for an hour and a half and was full of resentment, he had to accompany his smile. He led a group of people out of the central waiting hall of the bus station, and Brook, the human mule who had just gone to inquire about the news, led the way through the bustling crowd. When they arrived at the parking lot of the bus station, they could quickly notice a bus with air conditioning that was in sharp contrast to the shabby buses at the bus station.
The black car was parked there motionless, and there were no people around. Bel Singh followed the human mule Brooke to the bottom of the air-conditioned bus. There was no need to knock at this time. The door of the bus opened with a squeak, and a Sikh with a scarf on his head and a gold bracelet on his hand walked out. He was tall and strong with a beard, his eyes were bright, and he was wearing a uniform similar to a military uniform.
This Sikh still has a good eye for people. Isn't this nonsense? Bel Singh has fair skin and a face similar to that of a Westerner. And the robe he wore was also elegant and luxurious, forming a sharp contrast with the servants around him. This bearded Sikh recognized Bel Singh as their employer at a glance.
Before Bel Singh could speak, the bearded man smiled and walked off the bus, took the initiative to extend his hand to Master Singh, laughed, and said enthusiastically. "You are Master Belsinger, right? You are really young and promising. You are really capable to have recruited a group of us from the state-owned mine."
"I hope we can have a pleasant cooperation in the future. I am the captain of the blasting team, Brun Shatpur. I will live under the leadership of Master Belsinger in the future. Please take care of me, haha, haha."
Everyone says this group of people is abnormal, and they are indeed abnormal. As soon as the two sides meet, they speak without restraint. Although Bel Singh used some shady means with the help of Mayor Kata, he spent more than 5 million rupees on bribes to get this group of desperate people to Sinjar. This is a shady secret that was actually revealed to the employer in public when they first met. Their employer is their breadwinner. Do you think he is crazy to say a secret that cannot be told in front of them? Or should we say that this Sikh is too straightforward.
Only by seeing the other party's clear eyes, Bel Singh knew that the other party was trying to give him a warning. He, a Kshatriya nobleman, is not good in front of the Sikhs. But he is his breadwinner and the boss who pays him. An employee asked the boss face to face what unconventional means he used to get them to this remote town. What do you want to do? Do you want to rebel, or do you want to hold my handle and threaten me.
You underestimate my character. I am young and small, but that doesn't mean I have a bad temper. No matter if you are desperate or desperate, as long as you come to Sinjar, you have to coil up like a dragon and lie down like a tiger. I am your boss and the one who pays you wages and feeds you. Without me, you will have to beg for food.
Since these people walked out of the state-owned mine, they have cut off all ties with the state-owned mines. The mines have destroyed all the information of these people. It is impossible to go back. Only by working hard for me can you maintain the luxurious life that I, Belsinger, think is very luxurious. You, the blasting captain, are giving me a show of strength. Are you tired of living?