Mr. Santos pointed to the names of the engineers on Bai Xiaosheng's phone and exclaimed in surprise after a long pause, "These people, can they really come?"
He could hardly believe it.
Each engineer listed there carries a title that is no small thing. They are spread over a dozen developed countries, covering the globe.
To say these people would specifically come for the repair of a tidal power plant in Kustiel, even Santos thought it was "making a mountain out of a molehill."
Even an official invitation might not bring them.
Bai Xiaosheng smiled and answered, "In the next few days, someone will come over. But by then, I'll need Mr. Santos to help them with long-term visas and arrange accommodations and hospitality."
"That's no problem!" Santos quickly guaranteed.
If the higher-ups find out, the few million in expenses could lead to such a big turnout, they might be elated.
Then, Santos's eyes twinkled, and he asked, "I wonder, the Mr. Rogge you mentioned, where is he now?"
