Looking at the cheering people in the warehouse, Fang Lang showed a knowing smile. He could understand the mood of these people who had been tortured, imprisoned, and forced to labor by the little devils.
After a while, everyone's cheers gradually subsided. Fang Lang saw everyone looking at him, obviously waiting for him to tell them the good news about his hometown.
Fang Lang looked at everyone's expectant eyes and said in a low tone:
"My hometown is not safe now. Chiang Kai-shek is preparing to destroy the peace. You may not be able to go back now."
After hearing Fang Lang's news, everyone began to whisper among themselves, obviously at a loss about not being able to go home.
"Don't worry, everyone. Now that I have rescued everyone, I will definitely find a way to arrange everyone's lives. Everyone, please rest here first.
After everyone's health recovers, I can arrange work for you. When your hometown is completely safe, you can have money to buy ferry tickets and go home. "
After hearing Fang Lang's words, everyone felt a little relieved. Chen Hongqing was the first to speak:
"Sir, where on earth is this place! It seems that we have been on the boat for more than half a month when we came here!"
"This is Natal, Brazil, which is far away from my hometown! But don't worry, once everyone recovers and earns money, we can fly back directly. That will be much faster and won't take so long."
Chen Hongqing knew very well that people like him were now penniless. If they wanted to go home, they couldn't even afford a plane ticket or a plane ticket.
Therefore, the most important thing now is actually to find a living.
Although the officer in front of me is a compatriot, it is probably not easy to find a job to support the family for so many people at the same time!
After much hesitation, he finally spoke:
"Sir, I don't know if there are any suitable jobs for us in Natal. I think there is nothing wrong with my health and I can go out to work at any time.
I used to run a textile factory in my hometown. If there is a textile factory, I can work in a textile factory. "
People around him also spoke one after another after hearing Chen Hongqing's words.
"I can make wine."
"I am a chef."
"I know printing and dyeing."
"I can drive."
"I can farm."
"I'm a blacksmith."
"I'm a carpenter."
"I'm a mason."
「............」
Hearing the voices of these people, Fang Lang couldn't believe his ears. When did the proportion of technicians in his hometown become so high? There are so many talents here.
Fang Lang suppressed the excitement in his heart and said to Chen Hongqing:
"Mr. Chen, do you know about textiles? What exactly do you do?"
Before Chen Hongqing could say anything, a younger voice came from the side:
"Boss Chen is the owner of our Daqing Cotton Mill."
This time, Fang Lang's eyes really lit up. He ignored the words next to him and waited for Chen Hongqing's answer.
"I feel ashamed to say that I was indeed the owner of Daqing Cotton Mill in Tianjin. Later, the Japs took over Tianjin and wanted to take away my cotton mill. I was so angry that I burned down my family business."
"Okay, Mr. Fang is very brave! Mr. Fang admires me. According to what the young man just said, how many of your workers are still here?"
"Hey! I was the one who caused them trouble. There are more than 30 people here who used to be workers in my factory."
Wouldn't this get better? It’s almost as if someone will give you a pillow if you want to fall asleep!
"Haha...Okay! Mr. Chen, would you like to reopen your Daqing yarn factory in Brazil?"
After hearing Fang Lang's words, everyone was shocked.
Chen Hongqing also said helplessly:
"Sir, it's not that I don't want to make a comeback, but I am penniless now and have trouble eating. How can I open a yarn factory?"
Fang Lang smiled and said:
"Two options. One is that I ask you to be the shopkeeper and manage the textile factory for me. The other is that I invest in you and you become your own boss, and we share the dividends in proportion."
Chen Hongqing was obviously taken aback, looked at Fang Lang's serious expression and said:
"Sir, are you serious? Opening a yarn factory is not a simple matter. You need equipment, raw materials, sales, and space. The most important thing is to invest money. If you don't do it well, you may lose everything."
"Don't worry about this, I'm not just talking about it. I had already purchased a complete set of the latest textile machinery from the United States before I met you.
The reason why I want to build a textile factory here is because Natal is an important cotton producing area in Brazil and produces the highest quality long-staple cotton.
Building a textile factory in Natal has a very good raw material cost advantage. As for sales, it is not a problem. We can sell to Brazil or directly to Europe and the United States.
This is the closest place in Brazil to Europe, America and Africa, and the transportation advantages are very obvious.
It turns out that I was still thinking about who should manage the factory. Now aren't you the best candidate? "
Seeing that Fang Lang has prepared everything and considered all the issues thoroughly, what else is there to say?
Chen Hongqing said directly:
"If sir, you can trust me, I am willing to be the shopkeeper of your textile factory. Don't worry, if it is something else, I dare not guarantee it, but the textile factory is my old profession, and I guarantee that I can take over your textile factory." It's going smoothly."
Seeing Chen Hongqing patting his chest with a determined expression on his face, Fang Lang knew that he didn't have to worry about his textile factory.
He smiled and said:
"Okay, since you choose me to be the shopkeeper, I won't be stingy. I will give you 5% of the textile factory's equity as an equity incentive.
If you or an employee of a textile factory perform well, I will give you dividends in proportion to your shares. "
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard Fang Lang's words, and they felt that their lives were heading forward.
Chen Hongqing said a little embarrassed:
"If it weren't for you, we would have been thrown into the wilderness sooner or later. You have saved our lives, how can we still ask for dividends from your shares! Isn't this ungrateful?"
After listening to Chen Hongqing's words, the people whose eyes were shining just now suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
yes! This is everyone’s lifesaver! How could I be so greedy!
Fang Lang is not a person who wants to repay favors.
Although he was kind to these people, if Fang Lang really relied on his kindness to them and exploited them at will, everyone would soon turn against each other.
Whether Fang Lang immigrated from the country or supported these compatriots, the purpose is to expand the influence of the Chinese in Brazil.
What kind of person can have influence on a country?
Of course they are middle class people!
Only by giving high treatment to our compatriots, supporting them to start their own businesses, and even investing in them with venture capital can we quickly cultivate a high-income Chinese group!
“We Chinese compatriots overseas must help each other and unite together to survive better.
You work for me, so of course I can't treat you badly. I give you dividends to make you work harder.
Make the factory bigger and stronger, so I can earn more! "
Hearing Fang Lang's words, Chen Hongqing was very moved. Although he has always been very kind to the employees in his factory.
However, I have never thought about paying dividends to my employees.
At this moment, Fang Lang's image in Chen Hongqing's mind became particularly majestic.
"Thank you for your trust in us, sir. Don't worry, we will do our best to die!"
After Chen Hongqing finished speaking, he stood up and clasped his fists deeply.
The surrounding workers also stood up and bowed to Fang Lang.
Look at the people around you
Fang Lang felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction at their performance.
He also stood up and saluted the people around him with a military salute.
After everyone got up, Fang Lang said:
"Don't worry, we won't just open one textile factory. I hope everyone can use their strengths.
You all can do some statistics to see what skills you have, and I will find suitable jobs for you based on your skills.
If someone wants to do business, that's fine, but Brazil is a Portuguese-speaking country. If you want to do business, you must at least master Portuguese first. "
Everyone began to discuss with joy on their faces.
At this time, a tall and thin man in the crowd stood up and said:
"Sir, thank you for giving us all a way to survive. I can barely write and calculate, so I volunteered to ask you for some pen and paper to be responsible for counting everyone's situation. I don't know if that's okay!"
Fang Lang glanced at the tall and thin man and gave instructions to the guards beside him. The soldiers turned and left to prepare pen and paper.
He nodded to the man and said:
"Looks like sir, he must be a scholar, right?"
"Hi! I know a few words. My name is Xin Shiliang. When I was young, I worked as the office director of Fengtian City Hall. Later, when the Japs took over the three eastern provinces, I went to Tianjin to make a living.
I got a job as a support manager at a Tianjin food factory, and I was able to barely support my family. As a result, the Japanese Japs took over Tianjin again. This time I didn’t run away, and I didn’t want to run away either.
He joined an anti-Japanese organization and planned to stay in Tianjin and fight against the Japanese. Unexpectedly, this anti-Japanese organization was used by the Japanese for fishing. He was arrested as soon as he joined, and a whole family was implicated.
Later, I was sent to this ghost place to mine. "
Listening to the self-introduction of the man in front of him, Fang Lang couldn't help but start to look up and down at the middle-aged man.
He is about forty years old, with a relatively square face shape, thick eyebrows and big eyes.
He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses with broken legs on his face, and the right temple leg was tied with a rope. His face was unshaven and looked a bit slovenly.
But now most of the people here look rather slovenly.
Although this man was very thin, he had a big frame. He should have been a strong man, but he was like this due to poor nutrition and starvation.
However, this image completely does not match the image of a person who can be an office director in my impression! In Fang Lang's impression, office directors are generally well-rounded people!
The Xin Shiliang in front of me looks like a straightforward Northeastern man, with no hint of tact at all!
And if you want to fight against Japan, you can join a fake anti-Japanese team. Wouldn’t your brain be very bright?
However, he seems to be a warm-hearted person who can take the initiative to take charge of statistics of all personnel.
Of course Fang Lang would not refuse.
"Okay, since sir is willing to share your worries, I'll leave this matter to you."
