Fang Lang's words were also meant to help himself out. It was his right to want to be president, and it was his courage to take this step.
But whether he can succeed depends on his own ability and luck.
It is impossible to let Fang Lang be held responsible for his actions.
The meaning was expressed very clearly. Ewald Dursley nodded and said:
"I understand. I'm going to go back and think about it carefully."
Smiling and patting Ewald Dursley's arm, Fang Lang looked at Chen Hongqing again.
Only then did I notice that Chen Hongqing's face was actually a little pale. I thought he was not feeling well, so I quickly asked:
"Old Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
Chen Hongqing swallowed hard and said with difficulty:
...
...
"Boss, I'm fine. It's just... it's just..."
Listening to Chen Hongqing's trembling voice and seeing his eyes constantly looking between himself and Ewald Dursley, Fang Lang roughly understood what was on his mind.
He smiled and said:
“Haha… Lao Chen, don’t think too much.
The topics we discussed were normal. This is Brazil, not my hometown.
Anyone can run for president here, so if you become a Brazilian and want to go into politics, you have a chance.”
Chen Hongqing looked at Fang Lang's expression seriously and it didn't seem like he was lying.
The stone in my heart slowly settled down.
He breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked with some concern:
"Boss, are you sure this isn't considered a conspiracy?"
Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed even louder, and after a long while he recovered his breath and said:
"Don't worry, Lao Chen, it's not considered a rebellion in Brazil.
You'd better hurry up and learn Portuguese. Once you can read, read more newspapers and you'll know that it's okay for us to have such discussions.
By the way, have all the workers in our factory attended the training classes?"
Chen Hongqing repeatedly checked the expressions of the two people, and after confirming that they were not lying, he nodded and said:
“Yes, our factory has night school, and workers are arranged to attend classes every day.
Now most of us Chinese can communicate with locals in Portuguese."
Hearing that only Chinese people were studying, Fang Lang couldn't help but ask:
“Then the local workers did not participate in the study?”
Chen Hongqing spread his hands and said:
"Our classes are open to all workers, but locals, whether they are literate or not, don't seem to be enthusiastic about it."
In fact, I don’t know if it’s a personality issue or something else, but the local Indians and blacks do lack the enthusiasm for learning compared to the Chinese.
This is a common phenomenon, and Fang Lang is aware of it.
But Brazil's electoral system is very clear: only non-illiterate people have the right to vote.
Fang Lang established a trade union to gather the workers around him. His purpose was to get the votes in the workers' hands so that he could use them in the future. Everyone had to learn from him.
After thinking about it, Fang Lang said:
"Let's put it this way! In the future, in addition to paying more wages to all workers in our company based on the principle of more work, more pay, we will also organize workers to take skill rating exams.
I will ask the group's human resources department to study it carefully. In addition to assessing the workers' skill levels, the skill rating of the workers should also include cultural subjects.
Only when their cultural and skills meet certain standards will we issue grade certificates to workers.
Workers with higher ranks receive higher wages and bonuses than workers with lower ranks, which encourages everyone’s enthusiasm for learning.”
Chen Hongqing still didn't understand Fang Lang's purpose in doing this.
After all, in his opinion, the most important skill for a textile worker is to be flexible, and practice makes perfect.
The faster the worker, the more efficient he is and the more products he produces. His salary will definitely be higher than that of a novice, so there is no need to do this skill rating.
However, since the other party is the boss and the boss has said so, we can only do as the boss asks.
“Okay, boss.
Don't worry, our Chinese brothers are very enthusiastic about learning. I will definitely urge everyone to actively participate in the learning organized by the factory."
Fang Lang checked the time and said to Ewald Dursley:
"Mr. Mayor, are you interested in experiencing the meals our factory workers eat?"
As soon as he heard that the factory's chef cooked Chinese food, Fang Lang wanted to try the taste.
Ewald Dursley heard Fang Lang's words and did not refuse. He smiled and nodded.
"Of course, this is part of our inspection work, isn't it?"
When Chen Hongqing heard that the boss was going to eat in the cafeteria, he smiled and didn't mind at all. After all, in his mind, the food in the cafeteria of Daqing Cotton Mill was quite good.
Not to mention the combination of meat and vegetables, there are also fish and meat available for the workers to choose from every day.
The chef in charge of cooking was a former chef in his hometown, and he thought the food he cooked was very good.
Apart from being a little concerned about the noisy environment in the cafeteria, he was not worried at all.
Led by Chen Hongqing, the group came to the factory cafeteria. The cafeteria was not particularly large and could only accommodate about two to three hundred people dining at the same time.
After all, the factory workers have to ensure that people can rest while the machines continue to work, so everyone comes to eat in batches.
At this time, there were already workers eating in the cafeteria. When they saw the factory director and his boss and his entourage coming into the cafeteria, they all looked at them in surprise.
Everyone was even more surprised when they saw the boss eating in the cafeteria like them. After all, in everyone's mind, the boss should eat all kinds of delicacies from land and sea, but they didn't expect that he would come to the cafeteria to eat the same thing as them.
However, the workers of this era generally had a hard life, and being able to eat this kind of oily and meaty food in the canteen was already very good.
At this moment, everyone thought that this was the kind of food the boss usually ate, and everyone felt an indescribable sense of pride in their hearts.
"Well! Lao Chen, this chef's cooking skills are pretty good!
It’s pretty good that even a big pot of rice can taste like this.”
“Haha…Boss, as long as you like it.
Our chef originally opened a restaurant in Tianjin, so his cooking skills are naturally impeccable.”
After finally getting to taste the flavors of his hometown again, Fang Lang let go and ate and drank to his heart's content.
This might be the first time for Ewald Dursley to eat Chinese food, and he was enjoying it very much. Fang Lang looked up at the group of people eating and saw that there were many locals among them.
Everyone was obviously very satisfied with the Chinese food provided by the cafeteria. Fang Lang's heart moved, and he thought for a while and said:
"Mr. Mayor, how do you like Chinese food?"
Ewald Dursley had just put a big mouthful of rice mixed with sauce into his mouth. He really had no time to answer Fang Lang's question, so he raised his hand and gave a big thumbs up.
After seeing this, Fang Lang couldn't help but smile knowingly, and turned to Chen Hongqing and said:
"You just mentioned that the chef in the factory actually opened a restaurant in Tianjin?"
“Yes, boss.
It turns out that several chefs in our kitchen are the chefs from Tianjin Deyilou.
The person in charge of the canteen is the former owner of Deyilou."
After listening to Chen Hongqing's words, Fang Lang nodded, and couldn't help but think of the Chinese restaurants that later blossomed all over the world. This was another Chinese business card besides Kung Fu. After thinking for a while, he said:
"What's the name of this shopkeeper? Ask him to come over so I can talk to him."
Chen Hongqing nodded, didn't say anything more, stood up, and soon brought over a middle-aged man in his forties.
"Boss, this is the manager of our cafeteria, his name is Qin Degui."
Qin Degui obviously knew Fang Lang as well. He stood aside a little awkwardly. After Chen Hongqing introduced himself, he bowed slightly to Fang Lang and nodded:
"Hello, boss. I'm Qin Degui."
Fang Lang looked up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him, smiled and pointed to the seat opposite him and said:
"Brother Qin, please sit down!
I heard that you used to run a restaurant in Tianjin?"
Qin Degui wiped the non-existent stains on his body with both hands, then slowly sat down. When he heard Fang Lang asking about his previous occupation, his eyes reddened slightly.
As if he was recalling the past, he may have remembered that the occasion was not right, so he quickly restrained his emotions and said:
“Yes, boss.
When my grandfather was alive, he opened the Deyilou Hotel next to the Wanguo Bridge in Tianjin. Now I am the third generation to run it.
It is a pity that the descendants are unfilial and have not been able to preserve the ancestral property, which is a shame to our ancestors."
Fang Lang also understood that this was another commoner who had been badly harmed by the Japanese devils.
"Are all the chefs in the kitchen your former assistants?"
Qin Degui nodded and said:
“Originally there were more than ten of us, but now there are only six of us left.
This is all thanks to the boss's life-saving grace. If it weren't for you, we might have rotted away in obscurity in the mine."
Seeing Qin Degui's slightly grateful expression, Fang Lang nodded and continued:
"I want you to open another Deyilou in downtown Natal. I wonder if you are interested."
Obviously, Qin Degui did not expect Fang Lang to come up with such an idea. He was stunned and looked at Fang Lang in disbelief.
Fang Lang also looked at Qin Degui with encouragement, smiled, and continued:
"I can support Lao Chen in reopening the Daqing Cotton Mill, so why can't I support you in reopening Deyilou?"
Qin Degui said excitedly:
“But, Boss, there aren’t many Chinese people here, so we may not have many customers!
If we don’t have customers, we’ll lose money.”
Fang Lang smiled and pointed at Ewald Dursley opposite him and said:
“Look, our big pot dishes can impress the mayor, let alone the more exquisite dishes.
Moreover, I will often bring some people to take care of your business and slowly cultivate the habit of eating Chinese food among everyone.
But the locals prefer spicy food, so you should be careful.”
After hearing Fang Lang's words, Qin Degui's eyes lit up a little, but he turned around and said nervously:
"Boss, there is another problem. Many vegetables from our hometown are not available here.
I was racking my brains just to provide the factory workers with fresh vegetables."
Fang Lang was surprised by this, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true, especially when it came to the green vegetables that Chinese people like to eat, which are indeed somewhat scarce in Brazil.
Fang Lang soon thought of another solution and said to Qin Degui with a smile:
“It’s okay. I’ll have someone collect some vegetable seeds from my hometown, and then we can grow them ourselves in Brazil!
There is already a Chinese village in the suburbs of Natal, and you can also sign purchase and sales contracts with them.
They grow it and send it to your restaurant!"
Fang Lang's words gradually dispelled Qin Degui's concerns. He glanced at Chen Hongqing beside him and said:
"But, if we open a restaurant, what will happen to the canteen in the spinning mill?"
Without waiting for Fang Lang to answer, Chen Hongqing said with a smile:
"What does it matter? You can use this time to help me train a few new chefs!
There are still some Chinese people who can cook.
Also, I am planning to recruit two chefs who can cook Brazilian cuisine recently. There are more local workers than Chinese people, although we all think Chinese food is delicious.
But there are still some local workers who want to eat some local flavors.”
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