"Your Royal Highness, I really admire you for being able to persevere in a place like Khartoum. I've been to Nanjing, the city that never sleeps. Compared to Nanjing, this place is really too far away. " The Italian Prince did not know whether it was a compliment or he just drank too much. After downing half a bottle of fine rum, he began to express his opinion as a rich man.
If it was before, Wei Kun would probably agree a little. After returning from Europe, Wei Kun reflected on some of his ideas and his view of the current situation was very different. The Italian Prince's nonsense did not make Wei Kun feel any dissatisfaction. Instead, it made Wei Kun almost complain that "Khartoum has a population of 500,000, and the population of the big cities in Italy is not much more than Khartoum."
Of course, these words were also swallowed back into Wei Kun's stomach. Recently, Wei Kun felt that he had begun to evolve into an old comrade like Wang Mingshan, or somewhat similar to the attitude of "finishing work as the goal" that his father Vézé said. If the standard of judging things was to complete work, complaints were only a reference for Wei Kun to judge the other party's attitude towards work. Everything he said should not affect Wei Kun's view of work.
Regarding the Italian Prince's evaluation of Khartoum, Wei Kun gave an evaluation after thinking about it. "If you stay on the farm for a while, you will probably think that Khartoum is a bustling big city."
"Then … I'd better not go." The Italian Prince replied with a smile. His expression was from the bottom of his heart.
For such a playboy, Wei Kun was not interested in saying anything more. After dealing with his father Vézé and a group of guys like Wang Mingshan, Wei Kun, like young people, had some kind of innate resistance to the old guys. However, when he was really with the high and mighty prince, Wei Kun probably had no other feelings other than disgust.
Leaving the prince alone, Wei Kun said to several Italian personnel next to him, "Everyone, I can't agree to your request. Our country is implementing a new management system, which is characterized by openness and transparency. All profit distribution and workload requirements must be made public. It had to be something that everyone involved could clearly understand. As the governor of Sudan's three counties, I will not agree to your request to become a privileged class. "
Among the seven or eight fellows who came with the Italian prince, there were two who were dressed like nobles. However, the others were different. No matter how well-fitting and decent their attire was, no matter how much the style of the noble class loved, their physiques and limbs made one feel that these people didn't follow the so-called logic as their standard of conduct.
Among them, a fat fellow said in Italian, "Your Highness, don't you need more laborers? Wouldn't you earn less money if you paid more workers? I've heard that you're a philanthropist, but I've also heard that philanthropists are generous with others. What you're doing is like a saint giving alms. "
Because of the translation, this guy didn't speak fast, and he was still in the middle. This gave Wei Kun enough time to look at this person and look at the nameplate in front of the guy. Wei Kun used a long table model for meetings. In front of everyone was placed a triangular nameplate. The side facing him was written with the name of the native language, and the side facing the other side was written with the name of the other party's language translation. The person who spoke had the word "Tang" in his name, indicating that this person should be an aristocrat. However, according to the information, this person was actually a 'respected person' in the rural areas of Sicily, Italy. In other words, he was a leader of the underground society. In the words of the Min dynasty, this person was a big leader of the underworld. If this person was a Chinese, his body would have been dried up on the gallows. However, such a guy actually became a member of the Italian delegation to negotiate with Wei Kun. Wei Kun only felt a burst of disgust, and a faint murderous intent rose in his heart.
"Have you read the Declaration of Freedom?" Wei Kun asked the guy who spoke.
The guy was stunned when he heard the question, and then laughed mockingly. "Ha! Of course not! How could I read that kind of thing! "
"If you haven't even read the Declaration of Freedom, how can you say what is freedom?" Wei Kun continued to ask coldly.
No investigation, no right to speak. This was something that was repeatedly said in the Restoration Party. Although Wei Kun himself might not be able to do it, he himself admitted that it was right. In the face of those scums who dared to criticize freedom without even reading the Declaration of Freedom, Wei Kun had no intention of being polite at all.
It was obvious that Wei Kun's tough attitude made the triad leader restrain himself. However, the guy's expression was not that he felt that he was in the wrong, but that he was yielding in the face of power. The emperor of the Min dynasty, Vézé, launched a crackdown about once every ten years to carry out a strong purge of gangsters. So far, there were gangster villages that defended their villages against encirclement and suppression, but there had not been a case of gangsters initiating an attack on a state organ.
Wei Kun temporarily suppressed the gangster who didn't know what was good for him. He continued to say with a cold face, "I think you guys are just thinking about how to extract the most profit from everything. This is a very basic level in management. In our Min dynasty, management has begun to enter a deeper level of management. For enterprises, workers are the most important resources. If enterprises earn less, it is a problem of product and labor productivity. But for workers, if they are not satisfied with the price of their labor, their enthusiasm for labor will not exist. Our Min dynasty adopted a policy of state ownership of land. Everyone is not a landlord, but uses their own labor in exchange for compensation. In such a two-way choice, our side has to consider whether the workers are satisfied with our compensation. On the other hand, what the citizens need to consider is whether their abilities and skills are to our satisfaction. "
At this point, Wei Kun first glanced at the group of Italians in front of her with some disgust, and then said coldly, "Everyone, this is the difference in the system. If you really want to cooperate with us, please learn to look at the problem from our point of view. And don't just look at the problem from your point of view. "
It was obvious that Wei Kun's words had the meaning of throwing pearls into the dark side. Everyone in the Italian team looked at each other, completely not understanding what Wei Kun was talking about. Wei Kun looked away and glanced at other parts of the room. Then she saw the young cadres of the East African administrative region looking at the Italians with some disdain.
This kind of open disdain was not appropriate, Wei Kun was very clear about this, but Wei Kun did not want to nitpick anymore. In any case, the young cadres cultivated by the Min dynasty had read the books of the Min dynasty since childhood, learning the principles of the emperor, Comrade Vézé, who led the compilation. Although Vézé was very modest in packaging it with communism or Marxism, and did not use his own name as the title.
When these young people finally had the opportunity to show their skills, everyone also criticized whether the theories and views put forward by Vézé were easy to implement, whether they were really that good, but at least these people had the corresponding training. They also knew that they had to serve the country and the people. After leaving such a circle, Wei Kun only felt that foreign countries were probably poisonous snakes and fierce beasts. For example, this group of Italians in collusion actually played the trick of selling human heads. They hoped to reach an agreement with Wei Kun that Wei Kun would only accept the Italian labor provided by these people. Then, they and Wei Kun would divide the "interest difference" earned from the labor. After all, the proportion of labor left for Wei Kun was 10% to 15%. In the eyes of the Italians, this was simply a big fat meat.
Although they did not understand what the management proposed by Wei Kun was all about, the Italians were after all an ancient country with two thousand years of history. Even after the Dark Ages of the Middle Ages, the Italians knew that Wei Kun would never give up his original plan. Even if in the eyes of the Italians, Wei Kun was simply unreasonable for not taking the obvious opportunity to make money, they could not do anything to Wei Kun.
"Sir, we will provide you with a thousand people first. Is that okay? "A guy who also looked like a noble official asked.
"Yes," Wei Kun replied without hesitation. Although he himself did not want to accept this group of people related to nobles and gangs, but after thinking about it carefully, Wei Kun was not afraid of anything. Now that East Africa was really short of labor, they were all vegetables in the basket.
After sending off the Italians, Wei Kun welcomed the Japanese. Wang Mingshan asked for another 50,000 people from Japan, and this time he really got 50,000 people. At that time, he said that there was no limit for men and women, but now he sent 30,000 women and 20,000 men. Among these 20,000 men, nearly half of them were old men in their fifties.
"Have we squeezed the Japanese labor force to this extent?" Wei Kun raised such a question at the meeting.
Obviously, it was not only Wei Kun who was surprised, but the young cadres were also puzzled. The current work in Africa did not require particularly strong physical strength, but it required endurance in agriculture. For more than a decade, Sudan's alfalfa varieties had been constantly improved. The domestic alfalfa could be harvested twice a year, and Sudan's alfalfa could be harvested 12 times a year. Alfalfa was not tall to begin with, and the area planted with alfalfa was now more than 100,000 square kilometers. Relying on people bending over to cut, even a man made of iron couldn't bear it even if he broke his waist. In addition, the terrain of Sudan's alfalfa area was flat, so the mechanical harvesting mode had long been adopted. The war in North America had solved many problems that plagued diesel engines, and the new tractors were more efficient. As long as they could take care of the equipment, old men and women were more reliable than young men.
Even if the Japanese old people and women were more reliable, Japan could no longer send men? This question surprised the young Chinese men in Sudan. Without investigation, there was no right to speak. Wei Kun added a task to the reception team to figure out what was going on.
After the exchange, he really figured out what was going on. Wei Kun had always thought that Japan had a population of 40 million, but the group of young men represented by Wei Kun had forgotten that Japan was now in a divided state. The Kanto part of Japan had a population of about 20 million, but they sent 1.3 million servants, mainly men, to North America to fight. Hundreds of thousands of troops stayed in the country to guard against the attack of Kansai. In this way, the Kanto part of Japan was actually in a situation of labor shortage.
If it wasn't for the fact that the Kanto government and the people of Japan knew that there would be meat to eat if they followed China, and since the Chinese didn't have high requirements for this group of workers. The Kanto government of Japan tried its best and painstakingly gathered such a group of people. The girls in the village, as well as those who were about to be sent to the mountains for "spiritual concealment" according to the tradition, were sent to Africa.
In addition to the specific investigation, in the documents sent later, China told East Africa that Japan had said that the Kanto region had entered a state of full employment. Kanto itself already lacked skilled industrial and agricultural labor, so it was impossible to expect them to provide even one person.
This news made the young cadres not know whether to laugh or cry. The head in charge of the labor department sighed and said, "Has the world really lacked people to such an extent?"
"If there is no shortage of people, why have they been slave traders in Europe for hundreds of years?" Xiao Bailang, who was the oldest in the team, replied in a slightly sarcastic tone.
This answer could have caused a roar of laughter, but the reality made everyone have to accept this seemingly absurd situation. The supply of labor was far from unlimited as they had imagined. It was a business that could make a lot of money, but because of the lack of people, there was no way to maximize the profit. This feeling was terrible. Wei Kun let out a long sigh. "I finally understand what it means to be a hero without a place to use his talents!"
This sigh resonated with the young people. These guys all knew that part of their salary was performance bonus, and this bonus was closely related to production. At this stage, it was not that there was a problem with production, but that they could not produce it. The comrades who wanted to make achievements felt regretful, but the comrades who wanted to make money quickly so that they could return to Asia to live a good life after serving in East Africa felt depressed.
"My brother doesn't have this problem in North America." Wei Kun sighed in his heart. However, he did not dare to say this in any case.
The East Coast of North America in May could not be considered cold. Political Commissar Qi Rui took a bucket of water from the well in the yard, then lifted the wooden bucket and poured the bucket full of cold water on his head. The temperature of the underground water was only about ten degrees Celsius. When it was poured on his youthful body, Qi Rui could not help but shiver. Then, he felt a force rising from the inside of his body in a compensating manner. After pouring another two buckets of water on him, Qi Rui felt his skin gradually get used to the cold water temperature, and he clearly felt that he was no longer young.
If he was in his teens or early twenties, Qi Rui's energy was almost endless. Although working around the clock for a few days and nights would cause sleepiness, it would not cause exhaustion. But now, it was obviously different. Qi Rui already felt tired, and it was a kind of tiredness that required a lot of special rest to recover. It was not just a matter of energy. Qi Rui patted his belly. It had been some time since he had done any special training. Although Qi Rui did not put on weight, there was already a layer of subcutaneous fat on his belly and body. It was completely different from the days when he only had a thin layer of skin.
Liu Bei once cried about his flesh coming back to life. When Qi Rui read that part, he felt that the big-eared thief was really pretentious. Now, Qi Rui touched the inside of his thigh and felt that there was a thick layer of fat there. Qi Rui couldn't help but sigh and cry again. While he was thinking, Qi Rui suddenly remembered a joke that his father, Vézé, once told him.
His daughter flipped to an old photo of her parents and asked her mother curiously, "Mom, who is this skinny, long-haired young man in the photo with you?" Her mother glanced at the photo and said with nostalgia, "That's your father."
Hearing this, his daughter was horrified. "He's my father? Then who is that bald fatty living with us now?? "
When he first heard this joke, Qi Rui was also overjoyed. He suddenly felt that his father, who was usually so serious and even boring, could have such a humorous side. When he touched his fat, Qi Rui suddenly realized that this was not a joke, but a reality. Becoming a bald fatty was not far away. After all, Qi Rui was about to turn 30.
Pouring another bucket of cold water on himself, Wei Kun took a deep breath. The word "30" reminded him of a sentence in "Red River". Angry, leaning against the railing, the drizzling rain stopped. Looking up, roaring at the sky, full of passion. Thirty achievements in the dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon. Don't be idle, when you're young, it's empty sorrow.
After this passage flashed through his mind, Qi Rui felt that he was the perpetrator. It should be the United States that felt the destruction of the country, and it was the current situation. The United States was no longer just "the shame of Jingkang has not been wiped out. The hatred of the officials, when will it be extinguished. " The situation in the United States could probably only be described as Prime Minister Wen Jiabao's "panic on the beach, sigh in the ocean."
Thinking of this, Qi Rui continued to breathe twice and poured himself two more buckets of water. Then, he calmly wiped the water off his body, changed into underwear, and put on his military uniform. The cruelty of the war had long disappeared, and he had become accustomed to the hard torture. Major General Qi Rui's thoughts at this time were only to "win the war and go back to China for a vacation."
The North American War broke out in December 1888. In terms of years, he had spent four years on the battlefield from 1888 to 1891. In these four years, three batches of troops had been transferred from active duty to reserve duty, and Qi Rui had also been promoted from a lieutenant colonel to a major general, and it was only a matter of time before he became a lieutenant general. Four years ago, when Qi Rui and Chu Xue met for the last time, he thought that he could become a general before the age of 30. Now, he had completely exceeded the task.
But in the past four years, Qi Rui had also paid an unimaginable price. In the past four years, he had never left the battlefield, which was already a crueler test than anything else. Now, Qi Rui was even unwilling to recall the past. Everything that used to be beautiful was so far away, as if it was just a faint dream.
Entering the headquarters, Political Commissar Qi Rui sat down with the other members of the Frontline Committee. After a year of hard work, the Americans were finally compressed into a few areas on the East Coast. In the eyes of ordinary people, Lieutenant General Li Weiren's expression was as calm as water. Qi Rui could see that this "uncle" still had a strong impulse in his heart. New Orleans had once made Lieutenant General Li Weiren suffer a great setback, and now the opportunity to wash away the old setback was in front of him.
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