Just when Fang Lang had just finished the call and was about to lean back on the sofa to relax with a cup of coffee, there was another knock on the office door.
It seemed that he couldn't relax. With a helpless sigh, Fang Lang said, "Come in!"
Then Qi Qingshan and Xin Shiliang walked in.
"Boss, Mr. Xin gave me the statistics of the labor situation. I thought he was responsible for it, so I brought him here to report to you."
Fang Lang nodded at the two of them, pointed at the sofa in front of him and said:
"Well! Come in and sit down! Would you like some coffee, Mr. Xin?"
Xin Shiliang looked at the spacious office, the huge mahogany desk and the sofa. 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 served as the head of a provincial military control commission, which was similar to his impression of Marshal Zhang as a warlord.
Therefore, when he saw Fang Lang again, he was obviously not as cheerful as last time, but rather a little embarrassed.
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Hearing Fang Lang's question, he quickly waved his hand and said:
"Thank you, sir. I don't drink."
"Yes, we all drink tea in our hometown. How about we try Brazilian tea today?"
As the adjutant, Qi Qingshan of course started making tea immediately.
That’s right, Brazil also has a long history of tea cultivation, and the source of the tea is Macau, its hometown.
However, Brazil's tea production is not as large as India's. The main reason is that America is the home of coffee and people are more accustomed to drinking coffee.
In fact, Fang Lang also likes to drink tea, but his original body has been living in America and has developed a habit of drinking coffee, so Fang Lang has not been able to pick up the habit of drinking Kung Fu tea in his previous life.
Watching Qi Qingshan making tea, Fang Lang suddenly missed the Kung Fu tea of his previous life.
It seems that I have to find a way to make a set of exquisite Kung Fu tea sets, and then select a thick red 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 tea art here is literally tea art.
Oh! Don’t think about such a day.
"When it comes to the skill of making tea, we still have to look at the skills of our hometown in the south. Qingshan, you are a rough man and you have no aesthetic sense when making tea."
Looking at Qi Qingshan making tea, Fang Lang said with a look of disgust.
Fortunately, Qi Qingshan and Fang Lang were very familiar with each other, so they just smiled and didn't say much.
Xin Shiliang, who was standing by, relaxed a little and said:
"The Kung Fu tea in the south is indeed unique and very pleasing to the eye. The commander is someone who truly understands tea."
"Oh! Mr. Xin has also seen Kung Fu Tea?"
"When I was an assistant manager at a food factory, I came into contact with clients from the south and saw this twice."
"It's a pity that there is none in Brazil. If I have the chance to invite a tea artist from the south in the future, I will definitely ask Mr. Xin to evaluate it together."
"Sir, you are so polite. It would be an honor for Shiliang to have such an opportunity."
"What honor or not? We are all compatriots. Don't be so formal. Come, let's make do with it today and try the Brazilian tea."
As he spoke, Fang Lang gestured to Xin Shiliang to drink some tea. He also picked up the teacup and took a sip, which barely tasted like tea.
Unfortunately, the taste of the tea is somewhat different from the one that Fang Lang was influenced by.
Xin Shiliang didn't dare to really relax and savor the tea. He just rubbed it lightly and put the teacup down.
Fang Lang put down his teacup and started talking about business:
"Mr. Xin, how many people did you count?"
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, there are 350 ordinary workers.
There are 870 farmers, 420 people with their own skills, 300 people who have served in the military, 20 policemen, 16 teachers, 101 businessmen of all sizes, 42 company employees, and 11 people who have worked as government clerks.
"Oh! In which category do you place yourself?"
It was obvious that Xin Shiliang had put in some effort to classify all the people according to their job types. I just didn't know which category he would classify someone like him who had experience working in the government and doing management.
Hearing Fang Lang's question, Xin Shiliang smiled embarrassedly and said:
"Well, Shiliang worked as a junior director at the City Hall for a while, so I classified myself as a government clerk."
"Oh! So Mr. Xin wants to continue doing related work?"
"Ah! This, Shiliang has never thought about this problem. It's mainly because when I was the assistant manager, I felt that I didn't do a good job, so..."
"Well! I understand what you mean! Is there anyone here who wants to start his own business?"
"We are all unfamiliar with the place and don't speak the language. So, we don't have any ideas in this regard for now."
After understanding the general situation, Fang Lang said to Qi Qingshan:
"Well, that's right! Qingshan, first find a few people who can speak Portuguese from Sao Paulo to make sure everyone can communicate in simple language.
When the equipment for the textile factory arrived, we asked them to act as translators and build our textile factory as quickly as possible.
How was the doctor's examination?"
Hearing Fang Lang asking about the workers' physical condition, Qi Qingshan smiled and said:
"Boss, everyone is in good health. It's mainly because we have been engaged in high-intensity labor for a long time and our nutrition is not enough. We are all malnourished and our bodies are overdrawn.
The doctor said that it would take about a month of rest to get back to normal."
"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 my duty."
"Well! Very good. Then you guys go down first!"
The next morning, the huge fleet that set out from Japan finally arrived at the Natal Naval Base. Looking at the warships entering the naval 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 is not that the inhabitants of Natal had not seen the great naval fleets; during the war Natal had been home to a large fleet of American troops.
But those are American fleets, and it is indeed Brazil's own fleet that is docked here now.
In an instant, the seashore in the distance was surrounded by onlookers.
With the return of the naval fleet, the naval base, which had always seemed very empty, finally began to become popular.
Two immigration ships also arrived along with the fleet. Fang Lang originally thought that it would be good if one ship could carry 500 people.
As a result, the group of immigrants was so large that Fang Xinshui directly ordered the crew to renovate the ship's cabins, so that each ship could transport more than 1,200 immigrants.
After nearly a month of study on board, these more than 2,400 immigrants were able to have some simple conversations in Portuguese.
With the help of the personnel who came with the ship to manage the immigration, Fang Lang arranged all the farmer immigrants to the farm that he had just taken over from the Yakub family.
The more than 5,800 hectares of farms are mostly located in low-altitude areas and mainly grow sugarcane and rice.
Fang Lang has taken great pains to ensure that these farmers can take root and thrive in Natal.
The Brazilian large-scale farm model was not adopted to resettle farmers. Instead, loan contracts for land purchase were directly signed with farmers.
All farmers can apply for loans from immigration companies to purchase land according to their own wishes. Of course, the price of the land is lower than that in Brazil, and after adding interest, it becomes the same as the price in Brazil.
Given Brazil's vast land and sparse population, land prices are of course very cheap, which makes all the farmers ecstatic.
Zhou Changlin was born into a peasant family in Fujian Province. Unlike most immigrants who were sold here, he was an immigrant who applied to join on his own initiative.
Fujian Province is mountainous with a large population and little land. Zhou Changlin's family is farmers in the mountains. In order to grow crops, the people in his hometown have reclaimed large tracts of terraced fields on the hillsides.
But there are too many people in the family, and the output from the terraced fields alone is not enough to feed the family.
Before the war was over, he heard in the town that some immigration companies were coming to recruit immigrants to go to Brazil, where there was a lot of land and few people, and they could cultivate as much land as they wanted.
Moreover, there are local Chinese forces protecting them, so they don’t have to worry about being bullied.
People from Fujian Province are bold and enterprising. They sold their land on impulse, came to Shanghai, and boarded a ship to immigrate to Brazil.
Once we got on board, we discovered that many of the people on board were not voluntary immigrants, but were sold as pigs.
This made him very panicked, but fortunately the instructor appeared in time and dispelled his concerns.
When the instructor told him that he could sign a loan contract with an immigration company to purchase land, he still had some concerns, fearing that it was usury.
When I got the contract and looked at the price of the land, I couldn't believe my eyes.
The price of one acre of farmland in my hometown can buy ten acres here. Even if the interest on the loan is added, the price of one acre of land in my hometown can buy eight acres here.
What else is there to say? He looked at his wife and three children around him. Although the oldest child was only fifteen years old and the youngest was only ten, they were all able to go out to work in the fields.
Thinking about his children growing up and starting their own families, he made up his mind and took out a loan to purchase 50 acres of farmland.
When he arrived at the farmland he had purchased in the immigration company's truck, he was overjoyed.
Because, in addition to being all excellent paddy fields, the fields are now also planted with rice.
The contract stipulated that from this moment on the land belonged to their family.
At this time, he finally believed what the instructor said. It turned out that the immigration company really cared about them.
Mr. Fang sold his good land to them at such a low price, what else can we say?
The money from the rice growing in these fifty acres of rice fields alone would be enough to pay off half of the loan!
"Boss, this field has already been planted!"
It was obvious that the wife next to him hadn't realized what was going on and was puzzled.
"You silly woman, this is Mr. Fang taking care of us! The crops in these fields are ours, and once we sell them, it will be enough to pay back half of the loan."
"What? Is Mr. Fang stupid?"
Hearing what his wife said, Zhou Changlin was so angry that he slapped her on the back of the head and said:
"You are stupid! This is Mr. Fang taking care of us compatriots. Didn't Mr. Fang say that this is a tropical area? There is no winter at all, and we can grow rice three times a year.
We can pay off the loan in one year and even have a surplus. Good things are coming to us, silly woman.”
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