I heard Fang Lang asking where people who didn't go to the hospital would go.
Both of them had strange expressions on their faces. Mayor Ewald Dursley coughed twice and said:
"General Fang, in fact, most Brazilians do not have access to medical services."
This answer really surprised Fang Lang. Even in his hometown, the common people in the remote small town could still enjoy the medical services of Chinese medicine doctors at this time.
I didn't expect that the people of Brazil are living in such dire straits.
However, after thinking carefully about Brazil's population structure, Fang Lang believed this situation.
After all, as a colony of Portugal, Brazil's population, apart from white immigrants from Europe and the United States and the original Portuguese aristocracy, consists of local Indian natives and slaves from Africa.
During this period, Brazil still had strong feudal remnants. The status of Indians and blacks was very low, and they had little opportunity to receive education.
Therefore, most of the poor people at the bottom of society live in poverty and have little income.
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Originally, Brazil did not even have any decent industry, and its main source of income depended on agriculture.
In recent years, due to World War II, the United States has increased its investment in Brazil in order to obtain high-quality industrial raw materials and provided many jobs for Brazil.
It also brought some improvements to the lives of the original Indians and black people.
In the past two years, Fangyuan Group's large-scale investment in Brazil has also solved the employment problems of many low-income people.
Especially in some construction industries, the requirements for workers are not high. As long as they have some strength, they can earn enough money to support their family through their own efforts.
Even so, the lower-class people in Brazil still cannot enjoy the right to education and medical services.
You should know that the right to vote, which is part of Brazil’s political rights, also has clear provisions, and illiterate people do not have the right to vote.
This means that the majority of the lower-class people in Brazil do not even have the right to vote.
After hearing the mayor's answer, Fang Lang fell into deep thought for a moment.
He was not discouraged by the small number of people who could enjoy medical services.
This is like the famous story of a salesman who went to Africa to sell shoes. The salesman saw that no one was wearing shoes, so he thought that he couldn’t sell shoes there.
The other salesperson's reaction was just the opposite. When he saw that no one was wearing shoes, he realized that the market here was huge and everyone was short of a pair of shoes.
As a modern person with a future-oriented perspective, Fang Lang sees that the market is huge and everyone should have the right to enjoy medical services.
It’s just that everyone has no money, so no one dares to go to the hospital to enjoy basic medical services.
The issue Fang Lang needs to consider now is how to make everyone have money and be willing to enjoy medical services.
Of course, there was no need to explain this idea to Mayor Ewald Dursley and Dr. Basco Tapia.
Therefore, Fang Lang did not continue to ask this question.
When the two saw Fang Lang lost in thought, neither of them spoke.
After a long while, Fang Lang finally had a vague plan in his mind.
After turning to thank Dr. Basco Tapia, he and Mayor Ewald Dursley left the only hospital in Natal.
After leaving the hospital, Fang Lang did not choose to return to the naval base immediately. Instead, he visited the changes in Natal accompanied by Mayor Ewald Dursley.
The two of them were in the car, touring along the way, and unknowingly arrived at the gate of a factory with a Chinese plaque hanging on it.
Fang Lang exclaimed, “Eh!”
When I saw the Chinese characters "Daqing Spinning Mill" on it, I realized that this was the Daqing Spinning Mill that I invested and built in Natal.
When he discovered Chen Hongqing, a talented person who ran a spinning mill in Tianjin, among the group of workers he rescued in Natal, he thought of the high-quality long-staple cotton produced in Natal, so he invested in Chen Hongqing to open this spinning mill.
I have been running around everywhere, but I have never paid serious attention to the situation in this factory.
Mayor Ewald Dursley, who had been with Fang Lang the whole time, heard Fang Lang's voice, followed his gaze, and saw the factory with the Chinese sign.
He smiled and said:
"General Fang's factory has provided employment opportunities for many local women."
Hearing what Mayor Ewald Dursley said, Fang Lang smiled and said:
“I didn’t have a chance to visit this factory after it opened!
I wonder if the mayor is free today to accompany me to see the factory."
He was embarrassed to say that he didn't even know when the factory opened, and could only say that he hadn't had the chance to visit it after it opened.
After hearing what Fang Lang said, Mayor Ewald Dursley certainly would not refuse.
He smiled and said:
“Sure, no problem.
I attended the opening ceremony of your factory. The manager, Chen, is a very good businessman."
Fang Lang didn't expect that Mayor Ewald Dursley would actually attend the opening ceremony of this factory.
However, the other party knew that this factory was their own property. As one of the few textile factories opening in Natal, it was not surprising that the local mayor came to attend the opening ceremony.
Given the Chinese people's good social skills, inviting an official figure to attend the opening ceremony is a basic practice.
Regarding Mayor Ewald Dursley's evaluation of Chen Hongqing, Fang Lang just smiled and did not make any comment.
People from my hometown have a very serious official-centered mentality. They would definitely attach great importance to Mayor Ewald Dursley's attendance at the opening ceremony, and might even present him with a big gift.
Therefore, Fang Lang was not surprised that the mayor gave Chen Hongqing a good review.
He won't comment.
When the driver heard the conversation between the two, he naturally turned the car towards the Daqing Spinning Mill, and the accompanying vehicles hurriedly followed.
Standing at the gate of the Daqing Cotton Mill, the gatekeepers were an elderly Chinese man with a limp and two young Indian youths.
When you see a motorcade, which is rarely seen in downtown Natal, you know that some important people are coming.
While they were watching the excitement, the convoy suddenly turned and headed straight towards their factory.
The old man was so frightened that he trembled and limped to the gate to stop the convoy. He stepped forward to ask the convoy's purpose. Two local guys also hurriedly followed.
If this happened in his hometown, the old man might not dare to step forward to stop such a convoy from entering the factory.
But he was not afraid of these Brazilians in Brazil. After all, he knew that the owner of the factory was the commander of the naval base not far away, and that person was a powerful figure in Natal.
Who dares not to give his boss face? Even the police patrolling the streets regard their factory as a key inspection area and patrol around the factory at least three times a day.
This really boosted the morale of all the Chinese employees, and they were no longer as afraid of the so-called foreigners as they were in their hometown.
Although the two Indian guys under his command could not communicate very smoothly in language, they were obedient to his command.
"What do you do?"
The old man asked in his unfluent Portuguese.
The reason why he was able to get an easy job as a security guard despite having a limp was because he had a good talent for languages. Although he was not fluent yet, he was able to communicate in simple Portuguese in just a few months, which was already remarkable.
The guards beside Fang Lang were in the leading car. When they saw the elderly Chinese man in front of them, they smiled and said in a very kind manner:
"This is Admiral Fang's motorcade, coming to visit your factory now."
When the old man saw that the men were wearing military uniforms and heard that the naval chief's surname was Fang, didn't he think he was his boss?
He immediately corrected his attitude and said:
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll notify Manager Chen right away."
He turned to the two Indian boys and shouted:
"Hurry up and open the door. The boss is here. I'm going to call Manager Chen."
As he said this, he limped to the guard room to make a phone call.
The guards in the lead car got off one after another, helped the two Indians open the gate, and then began to stand guard at the door with guns in hand.
The convoy passed through the gate smoothly and stopped in the factory.
Opposite the factory is a two-lane wide cement road, which is three to four hundred meters long. On both sides are neatly arranged factory buildings, totaling eight.
Each factory building has a huge iron gate. Outside the gate are trucks loading and unloading goods. Workers are busy at the door. Fang Lang is very satisfied with the busy scene.
The workers also saw these uninvited guests coming in the door, and they all looked over here with curiosity.
Fang Lang noticed that there were Chinese, Indians, and black people among the workers. They cooperated well with each other and their work efficiency was quite good.
It was not like the Africa that Fang Lang saw in the video later, where it took three or four black people to pass the boxes back and forth to pack them.
He pushed open the car door and walked out, not caring whether Chen Hongqing came over or not, and walked directly inside along the main road in the middle.
The guard room is located on the right side of the gate, and behind it is a two-story office building. The factory's office area should be here, but Fang Lang did not go to visit the office building.
Instead, he walked directly into the factory area and came to the open iron gate of the first factory building. He saw a sign above the factory building that read "Flower-making Workshop".
In his previous life, Fang Lang had seen small cotton-tying machines when he was a child in the countryside, and he knew that this was the workshop that separated the cotton lint and cotton seeds from cotton.
Even standing at the factory gate, Fang Lang could see the cotton fluff floating in the air in the workshop.
This is not a good thing. It can easily block the respiratory tract and cause harm to the human body.
Seeing that the workers did not have any protective measures, not even a mask, Fang Lang frowned.
A Chinese man who was carrying goods at the door exclaimed in surprise when he saw Fang Lang's appearance:
"Mr. Fang."
Fang Lang knew that many of these Chinese were the ones who were rescued from the Japanese, so it was not surprising that they knew him.
She smiled and nodded to him:
"Brother, what's your name? Are you used to working here?"
This Chinese man is in his thirties, with dark skin, tall and thin build. One can tell at first glance that he has suffered a lot.
Hearing Fang Lang calling him "big brother", the man smiled so hard that his back teeth were exposed, and said excitedly:
"Mr. Fang, my name is Yuan Dashuan. Thanks to you, this job is very easy and there is nothing to get used to.
Compared to being in the mines, this is heaven.”
As soon as Fang Lang heard the other party's words, he realized that this was one of the people rescued from the mine.
"That's good. I think I'm used to it now!"
Upon hearing about life, the man named Yuan Dashuan laughed even more happily.
He nodded repeatedly and said:
"What's so strange about this? The chefs in the cafeteria are Chinese too. They cook Chinese food with plenty of oil and water. We can eat meat at every meal. When I was in my hometown, even the landlords and rich people didn't have such a good life.
Look, I've gained weight."
After saying that, he rolled up his sleeves, showing Fang Lang the muscles on his arms.
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