Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat Chapter 285

  Chapter 285 Skill Rating and Chinese Food

  Fang Lang's words are also to pick himself out first. It is his right to want to be president, and it is his courage to dare to take this step.

  But whether he can succeed depends on his own ability and luck.

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

  The meaning was expressed very clearly, and Ewald Dursley nodded after listening and said:

   "I understand, I have to go back and think about it."

   Smiling and patted Ewald Dursley's arm, Fang Lang looked at Chen Hongqing again.

  At this time, I realized that Chen Hongqing's face turned pale. He thought it was because of his poor health, so he hurriedly asked:

   "Old Chen, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with your body?"

  Chen Hongqing swallowed hard, and said with difficulty:

   "Old. Boss, I'm fine. That's it"

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

   smiled and said:

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

  The topic of our discussion is normal. This is Brazil, not my hometown.

  Anyone here can participate in the presidential election. If one day you become a Brazilian and want to enter politics, you have a 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 was slowly released.

   quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked uncomfortably:

   "Boss, make sure we're not conspiring to rebel!"

  Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed louder, and it took a long time to breathe again and said:

   "Don't worry! Old Chen, it's not considered a rebellion in Brazil.

  You should hurry up and learn Portuguese. After reading the newspapers, you will know that this kind of discussion is okay.

  By the way, do all the workers in our factory go to study classes? "

  Chen Hongqing checked the expressions of the two of them repeatedly, and after confirming that they were not lying, he nodded and said:

  “Yes, our factory has evening classes, and workers are arranged to attend the study every day.

  Now most of us Chinese are able to communicate with locals in Portuguese. "

   Hearing that only the Chinese were learning, Fang Lang couldn't help asking:

   "Didn't the local workers participate in the study?"

  Chen Hongqing spread his hands and said:

   “Our classrooms are open to all workers, but the locals, 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 if it's a personality problem or why, they are indeed somewhat lacking in enthusiasm for learning 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-literate people have the right to vote.

  Fang Lang set up a trade union to gather the workers around him for the purpose of using the votes in the hands of the workers for his own use in the future. It is impossible for everyone not to learn.

   After thinking about it. Fang Lang said:

   "Let's do this! In the future, all workers in our company will be paid according to the principle of more pay for more work, and we will also organize workers to take skill rating exams.

  I will let the group's personnel department study carefully. In addition to assessing the skills of the workers, cultural subjects are also included in the skill rating of this worker.

   Only when the 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 for doing this.

   After all, in his opinion, the most important thing about the skills of textile workers is the dexterity of their hands and feet, and what 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 no need to do this skill rating at all.

  However, since the other party is the boss, and the boss has already said so, it must be done according to the boss's request.

   "Okay, boss.

  Don't worry, our Chinese brothers are still quite motivated to learn. I will definitely urge you 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 meals of our factory workers?"

  As early as he heard that the chefs in the factory made Chinese food, Fang Lang wanted to try the taste.

  Ewald Dursley didn't refuse when he heard Fang Lang's words, and nodded with a smile:

   "Of course, this is also part of our inspection work, isn't it?"

   When Chen Hongqing heard that the 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 Spinning Factory was quite good.

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

  The chef who is in charge of cooking is also a chef in his hometown, and the food he cooks is very good in his opinion.

   Except that he was a little worried about the noisy environment in the cafeteria, he wasn't worried at all.

   Under the guidance of Chen Hongqing, a group of people went to the canteen of the factory. The size of the canteen is not particularly large, and it can accommodate two or three hundred people eating at the same time.

  After all, the workers in the factory want to ensure that the machine does not stop, so everyone comes to eat in batches.

   At this time, there were already workers eating in the cafeteria. Seeing the factory manager bring the boss and his party into the cafeteria, they cast surprised glances.

  When seeing the boss eating in the cafeteria like them, everyone was even more surprised. After all, in everyone's mind, the boss should eat delicacies from mountains and seas, but they didn't expect to come to the cafeteria to eat the same food as them.

  However, the lives of workers in this era are generally difficult, and it is already very good to be able to eat this kind of greasy food in the cafeteria.

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

   "Hmm! Old Chen, this chef's skills are good!

  The big pot of rice can make such a taste, which is quite good. "

   "Haha. Boss, as long as you like it.

  Our chef originally opened a restaurant in Jinmen, so there is nothing to say about his craftsmanship. "

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

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

  Everyone is obviously very satisfied with the Chinese food provided by the cafeteria. Fang Lang's heart moved, he thought for a while and said:

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

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

  After Fang Lang saw it, he couldn't help but let out a knowing smile, and turned his head to Chen Hongqing and said:

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

   "Yes, boss.

   Several chefs in our kitchen turned out to be the masters of Jinmen Deyilou.

  The person in charge of managing the cafeteria is the original shopkeeper of Deyilou. "

  After listening to Chen Hongqing's words, Fang Lang nodded, and couldn't help thinking in his heart that the Chinese restaurants that bloomed all over the world later, this is another Chinese business card besides Kung Fu. After thinking about it, he said:

   "What's the name of the shopkeeper, you call him over, I'll talk to him."

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

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

  Qin Degui obviously knew Fang Lang too, and stood aside a little awkwardly. After Chen Hongqing finished introducing himself, he bent slightly towards Fang Lang, nodded and said:

   "Boss, hello, 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 and said:

   "Brother Qin, please sit down!

   I heard that you used to run a restaurant in Jinmen? "

  Qin Degui wiped the non-existent stains on his body with both hands, and then sat down slowly. When Fang Lang asked about his original occupation, his eyes were slightly red.

  As if recalling the original time, perhaps remembering that the occasion was not right, he quickly restrained his emotions and said:

   "Yes, boss.

  When my grandfather was around, he opened the Deyilou Hotel beside the Wanguo Bridge in Jinmen, which is the third generation in my hands.

  It's a pity that the descendants are unfilial, failed to keep the ancestral property, and feel ashamed of the ancestors. "

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

   "Are all your chefs in the kitchen formerly your buddies?"

  Qin Degui nodded and said:

   "Originally there were more than ten of us, but now there are only six of us left.

   This is 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 don't know if you are interested."

  Obviously he didn't expect Fang Lang to come up with such an idea, Qin Degui's expression froze, and he looked at Fang Lang in disbelief.

  Fang Lang also looked at Qin Degui encouragingly, 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, and we may not have many guests!

  If we don't have customers, we will lose money. "

   Fang Lang smiled and pointed to Ewald Dursley on the opposite side:

   "You can see that our big pot dishes can conquer Mr. Mayor, let alone more delicate dishes.

   Moreover, I will often bring some people to take care of your business, and slowly cultivate the atmosphere of eating Chinese food.

  However, the taste of the local people will be a bit spicy, so you should pay attention to it. "

  After hearing Fang Lang's words, Qin Degui's eyes were a little bright, but he turned his head and said a little nervously:

   "Boss, there is another problem, many vegetables in our hometown are not available here.

   Just to let the workers in the factory eat fresh vegetables, I have been completely troubled. "

   Fang Lang didn't expect this, but when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was such a thing, especially the green vegetables that Chinese people like to eat, which are really lacking in Brazil.

   Soon Fang Lang thought of a way again, smiled and said to Qin Degui:

   "It doesn't matter, I will ask people to collect some seeds of various vegetables from my hometown, and then we can grow them in Brazil by ourselves!

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

   After being planted by them, it will be delivered to your restaurant! "

  Fang Lang's words slowly dispelled Qin Degui's concerns, and after glancing at Chen Hongqing beside him, he said:

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

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

   "What does it matter, you can take advantage of this time to help me train a few new chefs!

   Among us Chinese, there are still some who can cook.

  And, recently, I am also planning to recruit two chefs who can know Brazilian cuisine. The number of local workers is more than that of us Chinese, although we all think Chinese food is delicious.

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

  (end of this chapter)

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