Roadblock
Hearing Li Bai's words, Nia, the Black Woman who had lived in Kenya all her life, said with deep feeling, "That's just how Africa is. Everyone's greedy, but no one's willing to put in the effort to work."
Even she had to use every means at her disposal to deal with those greedy bastards, yet she was still extorted several times every year.
"What kind of government task is this, anyway?"
Diana found it hard to understand.
"A political task. It's not about making money!"
Although some expenses were reimbursed, the amount covered by public funds was quite limited. After all, neither the United Nations nor the Chinese peacekeeping force would want corruption appearing within their own ranks. As for ordinary people, they definitely wouldn't be willing to pay out of pocket. Li Bai, however, didn't care about this little bit of money.
Using small favors and petty benefits to buy over the locals might not have any effect in the short term. They would take the food and money, then immediately turn around and deny knowing you. But over time, people's mouths became soft from eating your food, and their hands became short from taking your gifts. To some extent, they would have their scruples.
As for the locals who benefited from the jobs, they would certainly speak up in his favor. After all, that was only human nature.
When other forces tried to buy them over with benefits, these local black bastards would certainly weigh things carefully. Should they ruin their long-term livelihood for the sake of immediate gain? Unless they were exceptionally stupid, they would basically make the wise choice.
That was essentially how China's Belt and Road Initiative worked too: whether it made you rich or sent you to meet your maker depended entirely on