Ye Chen quickly walked a few steps to Zhao Xuening at the door and bowed in salute.
"President, why didn't you say anything when you came?"
Zhao Xuening smiled and waved his hand.
"I just came to see this person. This is a technical expert we invited from Scotland. He can be of great help to us. You should pay more attention."
"That's natural. Doctors have a parent's heart, even if they are ordinary patients or old people."
"very good."
Zhao Xuening nodded and said with a smile: "But don't always be so surprised. Just do your thing and don't care about me."
"The etiquette cannot be discarded, the etiquette cannot be discarded!"
"Okay, okay, as long as you do things well, you have the final say whether you are polite or not."
Zhao Xuening looked at Ye Chen and saw that his face was rosy, so he felt relieved and said with a smile: "There's nothing else, but your braid, why don't you cut it off? How long do you plan to keep it? Many people don't do it at first. If you’re willing to cut it, you’ve cut it all now.”
Ye Chen, who still has braids, touched the lock of hair on his forehead and the braids hanging down, and his expression changed.
"This...President, there are still clansmen in the old man's hometown. Without this braid, after the old man dies, he may not be able to return to his hometown for burial. The fallen leaves will not be able to return to their roots, and they will become lonely ghosts. The next life will be miserable, so... everything else is easy to say. , please spare this braid for me."
"Okay, okay, whatever you want, whatever you want."
Zhao Xuening chuckled and said: "But don't be so pessimistic. I want to take you home with you in glory while you are still alive. By then, it will not be convenient to have braids."
"Ah? This..."
"Just saying casually, you go about your business."
Zhao Xuening said nothing more, entered the ward, and looked at Abel Klimans, who was lying on the bed with a somewhat pale face.
"Mr. President, thank you very much for your willingness to treat me and give me a job..."
Abel obviously already knew Zhao Xuening's identity. When he saw Zhao Xuening approaching, he quickly supported his body and tried to sit up.
"Don't move, just lie down. Your body is very weak and you need a good rest."
Zhao Xuening quickly stepped forward and held down Abel who was trying to get up.
When Abel heard this, he was immediately surprised.
What Zhao Xuening spoke was his native language, Gaelic, not English.
"You speak Gaelic?"
"How's it going? Are you okay? I learned it from Morris. Although I didn't learn much, I can barely communicate in a simple way."
Zhao Xuening looked at Abel with a smile: "Maurice said to me, if I can speak Gaelic, it will be a great relief to the Scots. If I speak English to them, it will make a talented person Dignified Scots are unhappy.”
Abel lay down, a happy look on his pale face.
"What you are saying is that there is no one in the world who hates the English more than us Scots, but our hateful government actually banned the use of Gaelic and we all think those damn politicians are Scottish Traitor!"
Zhao Xuening deeply agrees.
"I have also heard about such things, and I feel inexplicably angry. There are actually politicians who voluntarily give up their own language. These people are already the lackeys of England. They should not even be called Scots. They Not worthy of power.”
"That's right! A group of lackeys! A group of traitors! They only know how to make money with London! Give all the hard-earned money of the Scots to the capitalists in London in exchange for a few of their meat bones! Bah! I... cough cough cough cough, Cough cough cough…”
Abel was obviously very excited and scolded the senior officials of the Scottish government. As a result, he coughed in excitement.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this. This kind of thing is not something we can change at the moment. Everything we have to do must be based on the present."
Zhao Xuening said seriously: "Abel, I heard that you took the initiative to find Morris and wanted to come to Lanfang to seek a job, right?"
"Yes."
Abel nodded and sighed, with a look of vicissitudes of life on his face.
"I never thought that I would be reduced to where I am today, and I never imagined that the company I have worked for for more than ten years would do such a despicable thing to me when I was in trouble, even to the extent that my My wife... I really never thought that something like this would happen!"
"I'm very sympathetic to what you're going through, but I think it's completely conceivable that a group of company executives would do something like this to you."
Zhao Xuening patted Abel's hand: "Capital comes to the world, and every pore in its body is soaked with the blood of workers. The only goal of capital is to pursue higher profits. For profits, capital will do anything it can to make profits. .
Capitalists seem to be people who control capital, but in my opinion, they are just a group of parasites whose brains are controlled by capital. They look well-dressed and powerful, but in fact they are just a group of slaves of capital, so what they do Everything is predictable. "
Abel listened and felt a little curious.
"You seem to have some insights into the capitalists in London? But you are obviously from the Qing Dynasty and have never been to London. Do you think there are such capitalists in the Qing Dynasty? Are they also greedy?"
"There were no capitalists in the Qing Dynasty, but the Qing Dynasty had a more greedy and terrifying emperor and bureaucrats."
Zhao Xuening shook his head and said slowly: "Abel, I am very happy that you can choose to come to Lanfang. I can assure you that Lanfang Republic will never become an existence like Caron Company. You are the best choice for Lanfang." If Fang makes a contribution, Lanfang will also give you generous feedback.”
Abel took a deep breath and nodded.
"I no longer have any nostalgia for Britain. When I came to Lanfang, I wanted to start over. Moreover, I also really wanted to take revenge on the Caron Company! I want to build a better artillery than the Caron Company's cannons! I I’m going to use the artillery I built to blow up the Caron Company to pieces! I’m going to send those devils to hell!”
He clenched his fists and his face gradually turned red.
This statement made Zhao Xuening very happy.
"My country needs talents like you! Abel, your joining will be a great help to our industrial department. Our industrial department is currently conducting research on how to enhance the performance of artillery and is in urgent need of the latest technical support. "
"Sir, please rest assured, I will definitely do my best to help Lan Fang build the most powerful artillery!"
Abel took a deep breath and asked: "But making a good artillery requires very good materials. Copper and iron are indispensable in any case, and a new style of artillery often requires a lot of copper and iron. Money investment, can you guarantee this?”
"Don't worry, we have five copper mines and seven iron mines in our country. We also have three copper mines and five iron mines in the Philippines, as well as several gold and silver mines, as well as supporting smelting plants."
Zhao Xuening smiled and said: "I can't say that I can compare with the powerful European countries in terms of production capacity and production technology, but I have also tried every means to collect enough talents and machines. In terms of production capacity and production technology, at least it will not make you feel embarrassed. As for the capital investment, you Don’t worry, Lanfang is a republic, not a company, and its sole purpose is not profit.”
Abel suddenly beamed.
"I didn't expect Lanfang to have such a good industrial foundation. No wonder Lanfang was able to defeat the Netherlands and found the country. Mr. President, you are really a magical person. The British newspapers and periodicals call you this."
"Am I famous in England?"
Zhao Xuening said curiously: "It is said that some people will bring my news to Europe, but I don't know much about the specific situation."
"Even people like me who study technology in the factory know about you and the Lanfang Republic. If others want to know, they will definitely know."
Abel smiled and said: "In Scotland, you are described as a very courageous military strategist, and I heard that in London, some newspapers and magazines think that you are also an excellent politician, and the Dutch are vulnerable to you. "
"Oh? Are they all praising me?"
Zhao Xuening said with a smile: "I have killed many British people along the way, and I have also sunk many British ships. The losses I have brought to Britain are not small. I think they should use words like devil and bastard." That’s the right way to describe me, right?”
"I don't know about that. Maybe most people have a one-sided understanding of you and don't know how you rose up in the first place."
Abel shook his head and said, "Maybe those politicians in London don't really want the British to know that they have been defeated by you many times?"
"maybe."
Zhao Xuening nodded, and patted the back of Abel's hand: "You should recuperate here, and wait until your body recovers before you are discharged from the hospital to work. If you have any needs here, just tell Stuart. He is the director of the internal medicine department, and he is a doctor." Frenchman, just relax and recuperate, I look forward to the day you recover and be discharged from the hospital."
Abel nodded repeatedly.
"Thank you very much, Mr. President, I will definitely work hard! I will never let you down!"
"good."
After visiting Abel, Zhao Xuening went to the internal medicine office and found Stuart, the director of the internal medicine department, and told him to take care of Abel. Then he left Lanfang Hospital and rushed to the artillery school, where he had a final explanation with Chu Teng. After learning some details, he rushed towards the Presidential Palace.
