Chapter 87

The introduction of new technologies and new equipment is the core appeal of the business delegation to the United States. On the contrary, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Department of Commerce, which travel on behalf of the country, are mainly engaged in the procurement of American agricultural products, large hydropower equipment and technology.

Compared with the domestic enterprises in the United States, the joint ventures of the American enterprises that have invested in China in advance are undoubtedly the most nourishing enterprises. The most representative of them is Boeing, when companies all over the United States are laying off employees, and Warbo Airlines is hiring. It can be said that the benchmark that Fang Jianxiong painstakingly set has exerted a huge influence at this time. For those desperate American companies, Warball Airlines at this time is a bright light in the dark night.

Fang Jianxiong's route for this trip was different from the previous one, directly across the Pacific Ocean to San Francisco in the eastern United States, and then overland to the West Coast of the United States. The choice of the route this time has intensified European speculation about Sino-US relations.

"Winters in San Francisco are cold and wet, especially during this time of despair. The whole of America was shrouded in dark clouds, and as they rushed to hell at high speed, a ray of sunlight from the east of the world tore through the dark clouds over the United States. "There's a guest coming from the East -- The New York Times."

A copy of the New York Times was swept up by the wind, fluttered and landed on a corner of the street. Mike, a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, has been unemployed for half a year, and just now he spent the last five dollars to buy a few pieces of bread but was reluctant to eat them, and his girlfriend Rhodia is still waiting for news from him in a makeshift tent.

When he woke up in the morning, Mike didn't eat anything, stiffened up for the day, and drank a little tap water when he was hungry. It's noon, and although it's rare to have a sunny winter day, the cold wind is still irresistibly eroding deep into the heart. It's chilling. Mike glanced up at the sun in the sky, and in an instant his eyes flashed with Venus, and his hands and feet were weak and he almost didn't stand.

Clutching the bag in his arms, Michael's efforts to find work in the morning failed, and he decided to deliver the food to his temporary residence first, as if he and the kind Rhodia would secretly give some bread to the children of the Yam family in the tent next door, and Mike would not steal it alone. A gust of wind blew a newspaper and landed in front of the patched shoes, and Mike glanced down. This is a New York Times card. Just as he was about to continue walking, Mike suddenly stopped walking, crouched down and stared at a message in the newspaper carefully. Damn, how long has it been since I've read a newspaper? Mike, who used to work in a metal processing factory, suddenly felt that he didn't belong in the city.

Mike picked up the old newspaper with a trembling hand. Read the message above, or an advertisement, carefully. After reading it, I looked at the date carefully, it was a newspaper from a week ago.

"Damn it!" After a hurried self-complaint, Mike looked around and saw that the address in the newspaper was not too close to here. It could take half an hour to walk there, or five minutes by tram, but Mike wasn't willing to spend the last ten cents. "Then walk over there!"

Because of hunger, I usually only need to walk for half an hour. Mike had a hard time, he had to stop for a rest after barely ten minutes, and he was so hungry. Mike finally reached out and broke a small piece of bread, carefully wrapping the rest of the bread. After hiding it in his arms, he quickly ate this small piece of bread. Then keep walking.

An hour later, Mike saw the damn address in the newspaper, a long row of tables on the side of the street, and dozens of long queues. "Oh, looks like I'm late." After a quick scrutiny, Mike found a line of about fifty people in line to follow.

The Chinese seemed to be very efficient, and in less than five minutes, Mike came to a table, sitting in front of a young Chinese with a warm smile on his face: "Hello, please take this form and this introduction." Mike subconsciously took the two pieces of paper handed over by the other party and heard a voice: "Next." ”

Mike, who stepped aside, quickly looked at the profile carefully, and then carefully looked at the table and compared it. Yes, the Chinese are recruiting, and it is not difficult to see from the brief that China needs people with at least bachelor's degrees in science and engineering, or skilled technicians. The profile also clearly marks the list of some key university graduates who will be given priority for hiring, among which the Massachusetts Institute of Technology is impressively listed, and ranks first. According to the introduction, if a master's degree from MIT is willing to work in China, he will get a job with a salary of no less than $2,500 per year, and then the annual salary will increase by 10% on this basis, provided that he or she signs a ten-year contract.

Mike finally figured out that this was just the place to pick up the form, and after filling out the form, walk forward five hundred meters, there is a special place for receiving offers. After seeing that he could get a $500 settling-in fee as long as he signed the contract, Mike did not hesitate to take out the carefully kept gold pen and find a place to carefully unfold the form.

"Damn, they don't want to study finance, they don't even need to study law, what kind of rule is this?" A curse entered his ears, and Mike filled it out more and more carefully. After finishing it, he stood up and walked forward, constantly encountering his compatriots along the way, some with smiles on their faces, and some with a depressed face.

"Hell, how could this be." A tall, thin middle-aged man cursed as he walked, and Mike stopped him and asked, "What's wrong?" Mr! The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at him numbly: "It's nothing, Chinese don't need to learn." ”

"Do they need to learn architecture? Or is it a synthesis of materials? Mike was nervous, afraid to hear a negative answer. I didn't ask about that, but I think so. The newspaper said that the Chinese government is investing heavily in infrastructure, railways, roads, bridges, hydropower stations, and thermal power plants, all of which require a large number of talents to serve them. The middle-aged man hurried away, and Mike quickened his pace, as if the small loaf of bread from before provided the heat beyond the norm.

After waiting for an hour or so, Mike finally came to the table, and said hopefully to a middle-aged Oriental man who was smiling at him: "Hello, I am a master of materials synthesis technology from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, and my girlfriend is studying architectural design, I want to ask, can we go to China?" ”

Half an hour later, Mike left excitedly, trotting all the way back, thinking he could run if he wasn't too hungry. Finally, I returned to a neighborhood far from the bustling city, and the road was lined with stalls. Mike soon found Retia among the stall holders, who clearly didn't have any good stuff on her stall, except for two old sweaters, which she had secretly taken off from Mike's back. It's winter, when the sun sets, the cold wind is blowing, Rhaedia feels chills all over her body, and her brain is also groggy, and the swaying Rhaeitia sees Mike running towards her with a happy face, and tries to smile back, and her body is crooked and she falls.

On January 20, 1932, a huge industrial and commercial delegation visited the United States, and the moment the Chinese appeared in view, the entire port boiled. The salute flowers rose one after another, filling the sky above the wharf, and the smell of gunpowder did not seem to be so pungent, and according to incomplete statistics, there were more than 100,000 people waiting in the port.

The Chinese delegates in San Francisco stood on the pier as representatives to greet him, and the day before Fang Jianxiong's departure, the Chinese Exclusion Act was repealed throughout the United States. Although most U.S. states announced their repeal of the bill five years ago, there are still some diehard forces that are sticking to it. But now, they can't hold on anymore, and the state governments that try to hold on in vain will be spurned by the people.

Standing beside Fang Jianxiong was Alice, who was still in style, and Alice, who was used to this position, seemed much calmer than last time. Fang Jianxiong does have several wives, but in the minds of the American people, Alice is Mrs. Fang.

U.S. President Herbert Hoover can now be said to be in a state of flux, and the upcoming election has forced him to abandon his reserve and come to San Francisco in person to greet Fang Jianxiong with the highest courtesy. After the grand drinking ceremony, Fang Jianxiong attended the press conference. When a British reporter asked why Fang Jianxiong chose to cross the Pacific Ocean directly this time and not go to Europe on the return trip, does this show Fang Jianxiong's attitude towards Europe? Is this contrary to the spirit of free trade?

Fang Jianxiong, who had been smiling, put away his smile, looked at the British reporter who asked the question with a stern expression, and said: "In 1840, in the name of free trade, the British opened the door of China with strong ships and cannons. Since then, free trade has become an excuse for Britain to go anywhere in the world! Whether the place is willing to accept free trade from the British, in the end the British will speak with cannons. So just last year, the British government introduced a policy that closed the door to free trade. I would like to ask Your Excellency, what right does a country that has closed the door to free trade have to accuse others of violating the spirit of free trade? I would like to ask you, Your Excellency, could it be said that the Chinese warships went to Britain and aimed their guns at Britain? ”

If there is a chance to slap the face of the British Empire, of course Fang Jianxiong will not be polite. "I really can't imagine that at this very moment, someone would question the spirit of free trade of the Chinese. What is even more unimaginable is that this man is a British journalist. The reporter hugged his head and ran away, and disappeared in an instant.