Reborn Brazil as a Plutocrat

Fang Lang also said that he had to pick himself out first. It is his right to want to be the president, and it is his courage to dare to take this step.

But whether he can succeed or not depends on his own ability and luck.

It is impossible to hold Fang Lang responsible for his actions.

The meaning was expressed very clearly. Ewald Dursley nodded and said:

"I understand, I want 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 realize that Chen Hongqing's face was a little pale. I thought it was because of his poor health, so he quickly asked:

"Old Chen, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Chen Hongqing swallowed hard and said with difficulty:

"Old...boss, I'm fine...just...just..."

Listening to Chen Hongqing's trembling voice and seeing his eyes constantly looking between himself and Ewald Dursley, Fang Lang probably understood what the other person was thinking.

He smiled and said:

"Haha...Old Chen, don't think too much.

The topic we discussed is normal. This is Brazil, not my hometown.

Anyone can participate in the presidential election here. If one day you become a Brazilian and want to enter politics, there is no chance."

Chen Hongqing looked at Fang Lang's expression seriously, and it really didn't look like he was lying.

The stone in my heart slowly let go.

He breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but still felt uneasy and asked:

"Boss, make sure we are not conspiring to rebel!"

Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed even louder, and it took him a while to regain 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, and after you become literate, read more newspapers, and you'll know that it's okay for us to discuss like this.

By the way, do all the workers in our factory attend 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 schools, and workers are arranged to study every day.

Now most of us Chinese can already communicate simply with the locals in Portuguese."

Hearing that only Chinese people studied, Fang Lang couldn't help but ask:

"Then the local workers didn't participate in the study?"

Chen Hongqing spread his hands and said:

"Our classes are open to all workers, but the locals, regardless of whether they are literate or not, don't seem to be keen on it."

In fact, the local Indians and blacks, I don’t know whether it’s a personality problem or why, but their enthusiasm for learning is indeed somewhat lacking compared to the Chinese.

This is a common phenomenon, and Fang Lang knows it well.

But Brazil's electoral system is very clear. Only non-illiterates have the right to vote.

Fang Lang established a trade union to gather the workers around him. The purpose is to use the votes in the hands of the workers for his own use in the future. It’s okay for everyone not to learn.

After thinking about it, Fang Lang said:

"Let's do this! From now on, in addition to the salary of all workers in our company based on the principle of more pay for more work, 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 level, this worker's skill rating will also include cultural subjects.

Only when culture and skills meet certain standards, we will issue grade certificates to workers.

Workers with higher grades have higher wages and bonuses than workers with lower grades, so as to promote everyone's enthusiasm for learning."

Chen Hongqing still didn't understand Fang Lang's purpose of doing this.

After all, in his opinion, the most important thing about the skills of textile workers is their flexibility of hands and feet, which makes perfect.

The faster a worker is, the more efficient he is and the more products he produces, his salary will definitely be higher than that of a novice. There is absolutely no need to do this skill rating.

However, since the other party is the boss, and the boss has already said so, then we must only do it according to the boss's request.

"Okay, boss.

You can rest assured that our Chinese brothers are still very motivated to learn, and I will definitely urge everyone to actively participate in the learning organized by the factory."

Fang Lang looked at the time and said to Ewald Dursley:

"Mr. Mayor, are you interested in experiencing the food of our factory workers?"

As early as he heard that the chefs in the factory 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 also part of our inspection work, isn't it?"

When Chen Hongqing heard that his boss wanted to eat in the canteen, he smiled and didn't mind at all. After all, in his mind, the food in the canteen of Daqing Cotton Mill was quite good.

Not to mention the combination of meat and vegetables, there are big fish and meat for the workers to choose from every day.

The chef in charge of cooking was also a chef in his hometown, and the food he cooked was very good in his opinion.

Apart from being a little worried about the noisy environment in the cafeteria, he was not worried at all.

The group of people went to the factory canteen under the guidance of Chen Hongqing. The canteen is not particularly large and can accommodate two to three hundred people eating at the same time.

After all, the workers in the factory have to ensure that people and machines do not take a break, so everyone comes to eat in batches.

At this time, there were already workers eating in the canteen. When they saw the factory director and the boss and his entourage entering the canteen, they all cast surprised glances.

Everyone was even more surprised when they saw their boss eating in the cafeteria like them. After all, in everyone's minds, the boss should eat delicacies from all over the world, but they didn't expect that he would come to the cafeteria and eat the same thing as them.

However, workers in this era generally lived a difficult life, so it was good to be able to eat greasy and meaty food like the one in the canteen.

At this moment, everyone thought that the boss usually ate food like this, and everyone felt an indescribable sense of pride in their hearts.

"Well! Lao Chen, this chef's skills are pretty good!

A big pot of rice can produce such a taste, which is quite good."

"Haha... Boss, just like it.

Our chef originally opened a restaurant in Jinmen, so his craftsmanship is beyond praise."

After finally eating the taste of his hometown again, Fang Lang let go and started eating and drinking.

Ewald Dursley may have eaten Chinese food for the first time, and he ate it with gusto. Fang Lang looked up again and saw that there were many locals among the dining crowd.

Everyone was obviously very satisfied with the Chinese food provided in the canteen. Fang Lang was moved in his heart, thought for a while and said:

"Mr. Mayor, how do you like the Chinese food?"

Ewald Dursley had just put a big mouthful of rice mixed with sauce into his mouth. He really didn't have time to answer Fang Lang's question, so he stretched out his hand and gave a big thumbs up.

When Fang Lang saw it, he couldn't help but smile knowingly, turned to Chen Hongqing and said:

"You just said that the chef in the factory originally opened a restaurant in Jinmen?"

"Yes, boss.

Several chefs in our kitchen turned out to be chefs from Deyilou in Jinmen.

The person responsible for managing the canteen is the original shopkeeper of Deyilou."

After listening to Chen Hongqing's words, Fang Lang nodded and couldn't help but think of the Chinese restaurants that later spread all over the world. This was another Chinese business card besides Kung Fu. He thought for a while and said:

"What's the name of this shopkeeper? You ask him to come over and I'll have a chat with him."

Chen Hongqing nodded, didn't say anything more, stood up directly, and soon brought over a middle-aged man in his forties.

"Boss, this is the steward of our canteen, named Qin Degui."

Qin Degui obviously knew Fang Lang, and stood aside slightly awkwardly. After Chen Hongqing introduced himself, he slightly bent over Fang Lang, nodded and said:

"Hello, boss, I am 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:

"Brother Qin, please sit down!

I heard that you used to open a restaurant in Tianjin?"

Qin Degui wiped the non-existent stains on his body with his hands, and then slowly sat down. When he heard Fang Lang ask about his old occupation, his eyes turned slightly red.

As if recalling the old time, maybe remembering that the occasion was wrong, he quickly calmed down and said:

"Yes, boss.

When my grandfather was still alive, he opened a Deyilou Hotel next to the Tianjin Wanguo Bridge. It is now the third generation to own it.

It’s a pity that the descendants were unfilial and failed to preserve their ancestral property, which is a shame for their ancestors.”

Fang Lang also understood that this was another common person who had been harmed by the little devil.

"Are all your chefs in the kitchen your old 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, maybe we would have rotted in the mine in obscurity.”

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 he did not expect Fang Lang to come up with such an idea. Qin Degui's expression was stunned and he looked at Fang Lang in disbelief.

Fang Lang also looked at Qin Degui with an encouraging look, smiled, and continued:

"I can support Lao Chen in reopening Daqing Cotton Mill, why can't I support you in reopening Deyilou?"

Qin Degui said excitedly:

"But, boss, there are not many Chinese here, so we may not have many customers!

If there were no customers, we would lose money."

Fang Lang smiled and pointed at Ewald Dursley opposite:

"You see, our big pot dishes can impress the mayor, not to mention our 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.

However, local people’s tastes tend to be spicier, so you should be careful.”

After hearing Fang Lang's words, Qin Degui's eyes were a little bright, but he turned around and said with some anxiety:

"Boss, there is another problem. Many vegetables from our hometown are not available here.

Just to allow the workers in the factory to eat fresh vegetables, I have been racking my brains."

Fang Lang didn't expect this, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that it was indeed the case, especially the green vegetables that Chinese people like to eat, which are indeed a bit expensive in Brazil.

Soon Fang Lang thought of another way and said to Qin Degui with a smile:

"It doesn't matter. I'll ask people to collect some seeds of various vegetables from my hometown. Then we can plant them in Brazil ourselves!

There are already Chinese villages in the suburbs of Natal, and you can also sign purchase and sales contracts with them.

After they grow it, they will deliver it to your hotel!"

Fang Lang's words slowly dispelled Qin Degui's worries. He glanced at Chen Hongqing beside him and said:

"But, if we open a restaurant, what will happen to the canteen of the cotton mill?"

Before Fang Lang could answer, Chen Hongqing already smiled and said:

"What does this have to do with it? You can just use this time to help me train a few new chefs!

There are still some among us Chinese who are good at cooking.

Moreover, I am also planning to recruit two chefs who know Brazilian cuisine recently. There are more local workers than us Chinese, although we all think Chinese food is delicious.

But there are still some local workers who want to eat some local taste."

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