Just when Fang Lang had just finished the call and was about to relax on the sofa with a cup of coffee, there was a knock on the office door.
Seemingly unable to relax, Fang Lang sighed helplessly and said, "Come in!"
Then he saw Qi Qingshan walking in with Xin Shiliang.
"Boss, Mr. Xin gave me the statistics of the labor situation. I thought he was responsible for it, so I brought him over to report to you."
Fang Lang nodded to the two of them, pointed to the sofa in front of him and said:
"Well! Come in and sit down, everyone! Would you like some coffee, Mr. Xin?"
Xin Shiliang looked at this large office, the huge mahogany desk and sofa, and now he knew that the young man in front of him was the supreme commander of this military base.
At the same time, he also held the position of director of the Provincial Military Control Commission, which was similar to the warlord image of Marshal Zhang in his impression.
Therefore, when he saw Fang Lang again, he was obviously not as cheerful as last time, but rather a little embarrassed.
After hearing Fang Lang's question, he quickly waved his hands and said:
"Thank you, sir, I won't drink."
"Yes, I drink tea back home. How about we try Brazilian tea today?"
As the adjutant Qi Qingshan, of course he immediately started making tea.
Yes, Brazil also has a long history of tea cultivation, and the source of tea seeds is Macau, its hometown.
However, the tea production in Brazil is not as large as that in India. The main reason is because America is the home of coffee, and people are more accustomed to drinking coffee.
In fact, Fang Lang also likes to drink tea, but it's just that he has been living in America and developed the habit of drinking coffee, so Fang Lang did not pick up the habit of drinking Kung Fu tea in his previous life.
Watching Qi Qingshan making tea, Fang Lang suddenly felt nostalgic for the Kung Fu tea in his previous life.
It seems that we need to find a way to get an exquisite Kung Fu tea set, and then select a thick mahogany wood from the Amazon jungle to make an exquisite tea table.
It would be best if there is a beautiful tea artist next to you to perform exquisite tea art. The art of tea here is literally the art of tea.
oops! Don't think about such a wonderful day.
"When it comes to the craftsmanship of making tea, it still depends on the craftsmanship of my hometown in the south. Qingshan, you, a rough guy, have absolutely no sense of beauty in making tea."
Looking at Qi Qingshan making tea, Fang Lang said with disgust.
Fortunately, Qi Qingshan and Fang Lang were very familiar with each other, so he just smiled and didn't say much.
Xin Shiliang on the side relaxed a little and said:
"The Kung Fu tea in the South is truly unique and very pleasing to the eye. The chief is a person who truly understands tea."
"Oh! Mr. Xin has also seen Kung Fu Tea?"
"When I was working as a support manager in a food factory, I came into contact with customers from the south and saw them twice."
"It's a pity that Brazil doesn't have it. If I have the opportunity to invite tea masters from the south in the future, I must ask Mr. Xin to evaluate it together."
"Sir, you are too kind. It would be Shiliang's honor to have such an opportunity."
"What's the honor? We are all compatriots. Don't show off to others like this. Come on, let's make do with it today and try the taste of Brazilian tea."
As he spoke, Fang Lang motioned for Xin Shiliang to drink tea, and he also picked up the tea cup and took a sip, which barely tasted like tea.
Unfortunately, the taste of tea is still somewhat different from that in Fang Lang's influence.
Xin Shiliang didn't dare to really relax and taste it carefully. He just took a sip and put down the tea cup.
Fang Lang put down his tea cup and started talking about business:
"Mr. Xin, how many people have been counted?"
Hearing Fang Lang start to ask about business, Xin Shiliang quickly sat up straight, took out a small notebook and said:
"Sir, the total population is 2,130, including 1,800 males and 330 females. Among them, 350 are ordinary workers.
There are 870 farmers, 420 people with their own crafts, 300 people who have served as soldiers, 20 policemen, 16 teachers, 101 small and large businessmen, and 42 company employees.
, and eleven people have served as government clerks. "
"Oh! So which category do you put yourself in?"
It was obvious that Xin Shiliang had carefully classified all the people according to their types of work. I just don’t know what category he would be classified into if he has experience in government work and management.
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Xin Shiliang smiled sheepishly and said:
"Well, Shiliang served as a junior director in the city hall for a period of time, so I classified myself as a government clerk."
"Oh! So Mr. Xin wants to continue to engage in related work?"
"Ah! This, Shiliang has never thought about this problem. Mainly because when I was working as an assistant, I personally felt that I was not doing a good job, so..."
"Yeah! I understand what you mean! Is there anyone here who wants to start their own business?"
"We are all unfamiliar with the place and the language. So, we don't have any ideas in this regard yet."
After understanding the general situation, Fang Lang said to Qi Qingshan:
"Well, that's right! Qingshan, first find a few people from Sao Paulo who can speak Portuguese and make sure that everyone can communicate in simple language.
After the equipment for the textile factory arrives, let them act as translators first and build our textile factory as soon as possible.
How did the doctor's examination go? "
Hearing Fang Lang asking about the physical condition of the workers, Qi Qingshan smiled and said:
"Boss, everyone is in good health. Mainly because they have been engaged in high-intensity labor for a long time and cannot keep up with their nutrition. They are all somewhat malnourished and their bodies are severely overdrawn.
What the doctor means is that you can return to normal after about a month of training. "
"That's good. Mr. Xin, since you have been the office director, you will be responsible for assisting Qingshan in managing everyone during this period. Is there any problem?"
"Please rest assured, sir, it is your duty to do so."
"Yeah! Very good. Then go down first!"
Early the next morning, the huge fleet from Japan finally arrived at the Natal Naval Base. Watching the warships sailing into the military port one by one, Fang Lang felt that he was full of strength.
The arrival of this huge fleet also deeply shocked the people of Natal.
It’s not that the residents of Natal haven’t seen the huge naval fleet, which was home to a large US fleet during the war.
But those are the American fleets, and it is indeed Brazil’s own fleet that is docked here now.
Suddenly, the seaside in the distance was filled with people watching.
With the return of the naval fleet, the naval base, which had always seemed very empty, finally began to gain popularity.
Two immigration ships also arrived with the fleet. Fang Lang originally thought that one ship could carry 500 people, which was good.
As a result, the team of immigrants was too large. Fang Xinshui directly ordered the crew to remodel the cabins of the ships, and each ship carried more than 1,200 immigrants.
More than 2,400 immigrants were able to conduct some simple Portuguese conversations after nearly a month of learning on the ship.
With the help of the people who came with the ship to manage the immigrants, Fang Lang arranged for all the farmer immigrants to move to the farm he had just taken over from the Yakub family.
The more than 5,800 hectares of farms are mostly located at low altitudes and mainly grow sugar cane and rice.
Fang Lang has taken great pains to ensure that these farmers can take root in Natal.
Instead of using Brazil's large farm approach to resettle farmers, we directly signed loan land purchase contracts with farmers.
All farmers borrow money from immigration companies to purchase land according to their own wishes. Of course, the price of the land is lower than the Brazilian land price. After adding interest, it is equal to the Brazilian land price.
Given Brazil's vast land and sparse population, land prices are of course very cheap, which makes all farmers ecstatic.
Zhou Changlin was born as a farmer in Fujian Province. Unlike most immigrants who were sold here, he was an immigrant who actively applied to join.
Fujian Province has many mountainous areas but few people. Zhou Changlin and his family are farmers in the mountains. In order to grow food, people in their hometown cultivated large terraces on the hillside.
However, there are too many people in the family, and it is impossible to feed the family just by relying on the yield of the terraced fields.
Before the war ended, he heard in the town that people from an immigration company were coming to recruit immigrants to Brazil. Where there were many people but few people, they could plant as much land as they wanted.
Moreover, there are Chinese forces there to protect them, so there is no need to worry about being bullied.
The people of Fujian Province are always adventurous and adventurous. They sold their land at home when they got mad, moved to Shanghai, and boarded a ship to immigrate to Brazil.
After getting on the ship, I discovered that many of them were not voluntary immigrants, but had been sold as piglets.
This made him panic, but fortunately the instructor appeared in time and dispelled his worries.
When the instructor originally told him that he could sign a loan and land purchase contract with the immigration company, he was still a little apprehensive, fearing that it would be usury.
When I got the contract and saw the price of the land, I couldn't believe my eyes.
The price of one acre of farmland in my hometown can be purchased here, but ten acres of farmland can be purchased here. Even after adding in the interest on the loan, the price of one acre of farmland in my hometown can buy eight acres of farmland here.
What else is there to say? I looked at my wife and three children beside me. Although the eldest child was only fifteen years old and the youngest was only ten years old, they were all able to work in the fields.
Thinking that the children would grow up and start a family in the future, I took a direct loan and purchased fifty acres of farmland.
When he arrived at the farmland he purchased in the truck of the immigration company, he was so happy.
Because, in addition to being full of good paddy fields, rice is now grown in the fields.
The contract stipulated that the land belonged to their family from this moment on.
At this time, he finally believed what the instructor said. It turned out that the immigration company really had their best interests at heart.
Mr. Fang sold such a good piece of land to them at such a low price. What else is there to say?
Just the money for the flourishing rice growing in these fifty acres of rice fields is enough to pay off half of the loan!
"Master, something has been planted in this field!"
Apparently the wife next to me had not yet realized what was going on and said in confusion.
"You stupid bitch, Mr. Fang is taking care of us! The crops in these fields belong to us. Once we sell them, we can repay half of the loan."
"What? Is Mr. Fang stupid?"
After hearing what his mother-in-law said, Zhou Changlin became angry and slapped his mother-in-law on the back of the head and said:
"You are stupid! This is Mr. Fang taking care of our compatriots. Didn't Mr. Fang say that this is a tropical place? There is no winter at all, and you can grow three crops of rice a year.
We were able to pay off the loan in one year and still have a balance. Silly bitch, our good days are coming. "
