Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat

  Chapter 281 Daqing Spinning Factory

  I heard Fang Lang asking where people who didn't go to the hospital would go to see a doctor.

  Both of them had weird expressions on their faces, and Mayor Ewald Dursley coughed twice and said:

   "General Fang, in fact most Brazilians, do not have the ability to enjoy medical services."

   This answer really exceeded Fang Lang's expectations. Even in his hometown at this time, ordinary people in remote towns can still enjoy the medical services of a Chinese doctor.

   I didn't expect the people in Brazil to live in such dire straits.

   But thinking about Brazil's population structure carefully, Fang Lang also believed this situation.

   After all, Brazil is a colony of Portugal. Except for the whites among European and American immigrants and the original Portuguese nobles, the population of Brazil is all local Indians and slaves from Africa.

  Brazil in this period still had this strong feudal remnant ideology. The status of Indians and blacks was very low, and they had little opportunity to receive education.

   Therefore, most of the poor at the bottom live in poverty and have no economic income.

  The original Brazil did not even have any decent industry at all, and the main source of income relied on agriculture.

  In recent years, due to World War II, the United States has increased investment in Brazil in order to obtain high-quality industrial raw materials, providing Brazil with many jobs.

   Also improved the lives of the original Indians and blacks.

  Fangyuan Group’s large investment in Brazil in the past two years has also solved the employment problems of many low-level people.

   Especially in some construction industries, the requirements for workers are not high. As long as you have the strength, you can earn money to support your family with your own efforts.

  Even so, the lower class people in Brazil still cannot enjoy the right to education and medical services.

   To know the right to vote in Brazil's political rights, there is also a clear stipulation that illiterates do not have the right to vote.

  That is to say, most of the bottom-level people in the Brazilian population do not even have the right to vote.

  After hearing Mr. Mayor's answer, Fang Lang fell into deep thought for a while.

  He is not discouraged by the small number of people who can enjoy medical services.

  It’s like a famous story about a salesman selling shoes to Africa. A salesman saw that no one was wearing shoes, so he felt that he couldn’t sell shoes here;

  The other sale was just the opposite. His reaction when he saw that everyone was not wearing shoes was that the market here was huge and everyone lacked a pair of shoes.

  As a modern person with a vision for future generations, Fang Lang, of course, sees the huge market, and everyone should have the right to enjoy medical services.

   It's just that everyone has no money, so no one dares to enter the hospital to enjoy basic medical services.

   Now Fang Lang has to consider how to make everyone rich and willing to enjoy medical services.

  This kind of thinking, of course, does not need to be explained to Mayor Ewald Dursley and Dr. Basco Tapia.

  So, Fang Lang didn't continue to ask this question.

   When the two saw Fang Lang who was lost in thought, neither of them spoke.

   After a long while, Fang Lang vaguely had a plan in his mind.

   After turning his head 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, accompanied by Mayor Ewald Dursley, he visited Natal's changes.

  The two sat in the car and visited all the way, and unknowingly came to the gate of a factory with a Chinese plaque.

   Fang Lang said "Huh!"

  Seeing the Chinese characters of Daqing Spinning Factory above, I realized that this is not the Daqing Spinning Factory invested and built by myself in Natal?

  I think that among the laborers I rescued in Natal, I found Chen Hongqing, a talented person who ran a spinning mill in Tianjin, and thought of the high-quality long-staple cotton produced in Natal, so I invested in Chen Hongqing to open this spinning mill.

  I have been running around all the time, but I haven't paid any serious attention to the situation of this factory.

   Mayor Ewald Dursley, who has been by Fang Lang's side all the time, heard Fang Lang's voice, followed Fang Lang's gaze, and saw this factory with a Chinese signboard.

   Hastily smiled and said:

   "General Fang's factory has provided jobs for many local women."

  Hearing Mayor Ewald Dursley's words, Fang Lang smiled and said:

  “After the factory opened, I didn’t even have the chance to visit it!

   I don’t know if Mr. Mayor is free today. He will accompany me to see the situation of this factory. "

  He didn't have the nerve to say that he didn't even know when the factory opened. He could only say that he had no chance to visit after it opened.

  Mayor Ewald Dursley certainly would not refuse after hearing Fang Lang's words.

   smiled and said:

"No problem at all.

  I have attended the opening ceremony of your factory. The manager named Chen is a very good businessman. "

   Fang Lang did not expect that Mayor Ewald Dursley would attend the opening ceremony of this factory.

  However, the other party knows that this factory is their own industry. It is not surprising that it opened as a rare textile factory in Natal, and that the local mayor came to attend the opening ceremony.

  With the long-sleeved and good-dancing character of the Chinese, it is also a basic operation to invite an official figure to participate in the opening.

   Regarding Mayor Ewald Dursley's evaluation of Chen Hongqing, Fang Lang just smiled and did not make any evaluation.

  People from their hometown have a very serious idea of ​​the standard of officials. For Mayor Ewald Dursley to attend the opening ceremony, he will definitely attach great importance to it, and may even give him a big gift.

  So, Fang Lang would not be surprised that Mr. Mayor could give Chen Hongqing a good review.

  He will not express any opinions.

  The driver heard the conversation between the two, and naturally turned the vehicle in the direction of the Daqing Spinning Mill, and the accompanying vehicles quickly followed.

  Standing at the gate of the Daqing Spinning Mill, the guards in charge of the gate were a lame elderly Chinese man and two young Indian youths.

  When you see the rarely seen convoy in downtown Natal, you know that a big shot is coming.

  Watching the excitement, the convoy made a turn and came straight towards their factory.

  The old man was so scared that he was trembling, and he limped to the gate to stop the convoy. He stepped forward to ask the purpose of the convoy, and the two local boys also hurried forward.

  If this was in his hometown, his old man might not dare to step forward to stop such a convoy from entering the factory.

   But he is not afraid of these Brazilians in Brazil. After all, he knows that the boss of the factory is the commander of the naval base not far away, and he is a person who walks sideways in Natal.

   Who dares not to give his boss face. Even the police patrolling the streets regard their factory as a key inspection area, patrolling the factory at least three times a day.

   This raised the hearts of all the Chinese employees, and they were not as afraid of the so-called foreigners as they were in their hometown.

  The two Indian boys under his command, although the language communication is not very smooth, but they are also obeyed by his command.

   "What are you doing!"

  The old man asked in his unproficient Portuguese.

The reason why he was able to lame one leg and get into the easy job of a doorman is that his language talent is very good. Although it is not very smooth, he has been able to communicate in Portuguese in just a few months , is already very remarkable.

   The vehicle leading the way is the guard next to Fang Lang. Seeing the elderly Chinese in front of him, he smiled and said kindly:

   "This is the convoy of the general of the Navy. Now come to visit your factory."

  The old man saw that they were wearing military uniforms, and he heard that the surname was Fang, the chief of the navy. Isn't that his boss?

   quickly corrected his attitude and said:

   "Okay, wait a moment, I will notify Manager Chen immediately."

   Turned his head and shouted at the two Indian boys:

   "Hurry up and open the door. The boss is here. I'll call Manager Chen."

   After speaking, he limped and ran to the guard room to make a phone call.

  The guards in the head car got out of the car one after another, helped the two Indians open the gate, and began to guard the gate with their guns in hand.

   The convoy passed through the gate smoothly and stopped in the factory.

  Facing the factory is a two-lane wide cement road with a length of three to four hundred meters. On both sides are neat factory buildings, with a total of eight buildings.

  Each factory building has a huge iron gate. Outside the iron gate are parked trucks loading and unloading goods. The workers are busy at the gate. Fang Lang is very satisfied with the busy scene.

  The workers also saw these uninvited guests coming in at the door, and they all looked here and there curiously.

  Fang Lang noticed that there were Chinese and Indians among the workers, and they cooperated tacitly with the black people, and their work efficiency was not bad.

   It's not like the Africa that Fang Lang's later generations saw in the video, where three or four black people have to hand it back and forth to pack the boxes.

  Pushed the car door and walked down, regardless of whether Chen Hongqing came over or not, he walked directly along the main road in the middle.

  The guard's 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 visit the office building.

   Instead, he walked directly into the factory area, and came to the iron gate of the first factory building, and saw a sign above the factory building, which said flower-making workshop.

  In his previous life, Fang Lang also saw a small flower tie machine in the countryside when he was a child, and knew that this was the workshop for separating the lint and cotton seeds in cotton.

  Even standing at the gate of the factory, Fang Lang could see the cotton fluff floating in the air in the workshop.

  This is not a good thing, it is easy to block the respiratory tract and cause harm to the human body.

   Seeing that the workers didn't have any protective measures, not even a mask, Fang Lang frowned.

   A Chinese who was carrying goods at the door, after seeing Fang Lang's appearance, exclaimed in surprise:

   "Mr. Fang."

  Fang Lang knew that many of these Chinese were rescued from the Japanese, so it was not surprising to know him.

   smiled and nodded to him:

   "Brother, what is your surname! Are you still used to working here?"

  This Chinese is in his thirties, with dark skin, tall and thin, and he looks like a person who has suffered a lot.

  Hearing Fang Lang call him big brother, the man smiled so much that his back molars were exposed, and he said excitedly:

   "Mr. Fang, my name is Yuan Dashuan. Thanks to you, this job is very easy, and there is nothing unaccustomed to it.

  Compared with the original mine, this is heaven. "

  As soon as Fang Lang heard what the other party said, he understood that this was one of the people rescued from the mine.

   "That's good, let's get used to it in life!"

  When he heard about life, the man named Yuan Dashuan smiled even more happily.

   nodded repeatedly and said:

   "It's not something I'm not used to. The chefs in the cafeteria are also Chinese. They cook all Chinese tastes. They are rich in oil and water. They can eat meat dishes in every meal. When they were in their hometown, the landlord Lao Cai didn't have such a good life.

  Look, I'm getting fat. "

   After finishing speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and showed Fang Lang the muscles on his arms.

  (end of this chapter)