When the plane landed in the Republic of Goa, Jiang Yan Hai stepped off and looked around with some curiosity.
Everything around him gave him the feeling of being back home. It was not because of skin color, though quite a few Chinese people worked and were stationed in Goa.
Most of the people here were still ordinary citizens of the Republic of Goa. Jiang Yan Hai felt as if he had returned home because of the towering buildings rising all around him, the constantly expanding city, the rows of skyscrapers, and the newly paved roads.
All of it resembled the period of rapid development back home. The infrastructure projects were mostly handled by Chinese construction crews, and there was no need to question the speed of Chinese construction teams.
Jiang Yan Hai had even heard that several major roads planned in the neighboring area were also being built by Chinese companies.
After calculating the costs, they had discovered that using Chinese construction teams would reduce the final construction expenses by at least a third compared to doing it themselves.
A first-class highway—especially a main transportation artery with eight lanes in both directions—came with extremely high labor costs. Overseas labor costs were even more outrageous.
So it was only natural for them to choose domestic construction companies. The highway stretched for over a thousand kilometers, and the money saved was measured in the tens of billions.
The last time Jiang Yan Hai had come here, there had been a city, but it had been the typical African city: dirty, chaotic, and shabby. Many buildings were old and dilapidated, while most had not even been completed despite already having people living in them.
The roads were even worse, battered and miserable. In such a huge city, there had not been many