Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

I heard Fang Lang asking where people who did not go to the hospital would go to see a doctor.

Both of them had strange looks 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 expectation. Even at this time, people in his hometown and remote small town can still enjoy the medical services of traditional Chinese medicine doctors.

Unexpectedly, the people of Brazil were living in such dire straits.

However, after carefully thinking about Brazil's population structure, Fang Lang believed this situation.

After all, Brazil is a Portuguese colony. In addition to white European and American immigrants and the original Portuguese nobles, Brazil's population is composed of local Indians and slaves from Africa.

During this period, Brazil still had strong residual feudal ideas. 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 little economic income.

The original Brazil did not even have any decent industry at all, and its 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 many jobs for Brazil.

It also improved the lives of the original Indians and black people.

Fangyuan Group's massive investment in Brazil in the past two years has also solved the employment problems of many people at the bottom.

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

Even so, the people at the bottom of Brazil still cannot enjoy the rights to education and medical services.

You must know that among the political rights in Brazil, the right to vote is also clearly stipulated, and illiterate people do not have the right to vote.

In other words, most of the people at the bottom of the Brazilian population do not even have the right to vote.

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

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

This is like the famous story of a salesperson selling shoes in Africa. When a salesperson saw that no one was wearing shoes, he felt that he could not sell shoes here;

Another salesperson was just the opposite. When he saw that no one was wearing shoes, his reaction was that the market here was huge and everyone was short of a pair of shoes.

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

It’s just that no one dares to go into the hospital to enjoy basic medical services because they don’t have money.

The question Fang Lang has to consider now is how to make everyone rich and willing to enjoy medical services.

Of course, there is 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 of them saw Fang Lang who was deep in thought, neither of them spoke.

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

After turning his head to express his gratitude to 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 sat in the car and visited all the way, and unknowingly came to the entrance of a factory with a Chinese plaque.

Fang Lang said "Hey!".

When I saw the Chinese characters for Daqing Cotton Mill above, I realized, isn’t this the Daqing Cotton Mill I invested and built in Natal?

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

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I have been running around here and there, but I have never paid serious attention to the situation in this factory.

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

He quickly smiled and said:

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

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

“I haven’t had the chance to visit this factory since it opened!

I wonder if Mr. Mayor is free today to accompany me to see the situation of this factory."

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

After hearing what Fang Lang said, Mayor Ewald Dursley certainly would not refuse.

Smiling:

"Of course, no problem.

I came to attend the opening ceremony of your factory, and the manager named Chen is a very good businessman."

Fang Lang didn't expect that Mayor Ewald Dursley would attend the opening ceremony of the factory.

However, the other party knew that this factory was their own industry. As a rare textile industry factory in Natal, it was not surprising that the local mayor came to attend the opening ceremony.

With the Chinese people's long-sleeved and dancing character, it is also a basic operation to invite an official figure to attend the opening.

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

People from my hometown have a very serious attitude towards people and officials, so they would definitely attach great importance to Mayor Ewald Dursley being able to attend the opening ceremony, and he might even give him a big gift.

Therefore, Fang Lang would not be surprised that the mayor could give Chen Hongqing a good review.

He won't express any opinions.

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

Standing at the gate of the Daqing Cotton Factory, the gatekeepers were an elderly Chinese man with a slight limp and two young Indians.

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When I saw a motorcade, which is rare to see in downtown Natal, I knew a big shot was coming.

While watching the excitement, the convoy unexpectedly turned and headed straight towards their factory.

The old man was so frightened that he trembled, and hurriedly limped to the gate to stop the convoy, and stepped forward to ask the purpose of the convoy. Two local young men also hurriedly followed.

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

But he is not afraid of these Brazilians in Brazil. After all, he knows that the owner of the factory is the commander of the naval base not far away, who is a man walking sideways in Natal.

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

This has raised the spirits of all the Chinese employees. They are not as afraid of so-called foreigners as they were in their hometown.

Although the language communication between his two Indian boys was not very smooth, they were obeyed by his command.

"What do you do!"

The old man asked in unskilled Portuguese.

The reason why he was able to get an easy job as a doorman even though he was lame on one leg was that his language talent was very good. Although he was not very smooth yet, he was able to communicate simply in Portuguese in just a few months.

, already very remarkable.

The first vehicle was the guard beside Fang Lang. When he saw the elderly Chinese in front of him, he smiled and said in a very kind manner:

"This is the fleet of General Fang of the Navy. Now come to visit your factory."

The old man saw that several people were wearing military uniforms, and heard that the navy officer’s surname was Fang. Isn’t that his boss?

He quickly corrected his attitude and said:

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

He turned around and shouted to the two Indian boys:

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

With that said, he limped and ran to the guard room to make a phone call.

The guards on the leading car got out of the car one after another, helped the two Indians open the door, and then started to guard the door with guns in hand.

The motorcade passed through the gate smoothly and parked into the factory.

Opposite the factory is a two-lane cement road, three to four hundred meters long, with eight neat factory buildings on both sides.

Each factory building has a huge iron gate, and trucks loading and unloading goods are parked outside the iron gate. Workers are busy at the door. Fang Lang is very satisfied with the busy scene.

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

Fang Lang noticed that there were Chinese, Indians, and black workers among the workers. They all cooperated fairly well and their work efficiency was pretty good.

It's not like the African one that Fang Lang saw later in the video, where three or four black people had to pass it around to pack the box.

He pushed open the car door and walked out. He didn't care whether Chen Hongqing came over or not, and walked directly 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 visit the office building.

Instead, I walked directly into the factory area and came to the open iron door of the first factory. I saw a sign on the factory building that said flower tie workshop.

In his previous life, Fang Lang had seen a small flower-tying machine in the countryside when he was a child, and knew that this was a workshop that separated lint and cotton seeds in cotton.

Even standing at the door of the factory, Fang Lang could see cotton wadding 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.

Fang Lang frowned when he saw that none of the workers had any protective measures, not even a mask.

A Chinese man who was carrying goods at the door shouted in surprise when he saw Fang Lang:

"Mr. Fang."

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

He smiled and nodded to him:

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

This Chinese man is in his thirties, has dark skin, is tall and thin, and looks like someone who has endured a lot of hardship.

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

"Mr. Fang, my name is Yuan Dashuan. Thanks to you, this job is very easy. There is nothing unfamiliar.

Compared with the original mine, this is simply paradise."

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

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

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

He nodded repeatedly and said:

"What's not strange about this? The chefs in the cafeteria are also Chinese, and the food they cook is Chinese-style. It's full of oil and water, and you can eat meat and vegetables for every meal. Back home, the landlords and wealthy people didn't have such a good life.

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Look, I’m so fat.”

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

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