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Volume IV Boom 44 Mao

"This question should be asked to you, Commander He, to yourself." Situ Nan turned to He Wenxiu, and saw that they were a little afraid of He Wenxiu, and he was a little amused in his heart. This old man made a straight face, and ordinary people didn't dare to approach him.

"Still, I believe you will win. We have paid so much, and God sees every bit of it. Go for it! The sky of the South Seas in the future belongs to you. Situ Nan encouraged.

"Yes. The skies of the South Seas are ours. Huang Zhenhua smiled when they met, his eyes full of confidence. Looking at Huang Zhenhua's newborn calves and their vitality that were not afraid of tigers, Situ Nan was very satisfied.

After the aerial confrontation, the enthusiastic pilots, led by the instructors, returned to the classroom to give a lecture.

And their "child king", Paul, who was always interested in flying, got off the plane contentedly.

"Hey. Brother-in-law, how was our cousin just now? Paul excitedly ran over to greet Situ Nan.

"So-so." Situ Nan said lightly, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"So-so?? They were all trained by me, continuing the glorious tradition of the Raphael Flying Squad, and with real guns, I guarantee that the Army Air Corps is no match for us. Paul said with some anger. He was very dissatisfied with Situ Nan's evaluation, his most fulfilling thing was denied by others, so is it strange that he is in a good mood?

"There is no basis for what they say, don't they know if they are as good as you say?" Situ Nan deliberately couldn't help but laugh.

He'd been here a few times, every time he stepped on Paul, and the next time he came he would see that these lads were a lot better.

"Oh! You're going to war, no wonder so many people are here? Paul suddenly realized, smiled, and said with some flattery, "All right! In order to test our results, let's go to the battlefield and test them, as you said. ”

"Wait a minute." Situ Nan immediately stopped Paul, almost being caught in by this guy. This guy doesn't look like a wild horse on the loose when he goes to the South Seas? If there is any loss, it is difficult for me to explain it to Laura and Andrew.

"Don't dream, the test is definitely necessary, but it is impossible for you to go to the battlefield." Situ Nan's words broke Paul's mind.

"Nope! It's not fair! You can't do this to me. They were trained by me, my comrades-in-arms who fought side by side, and I will never be a deserter again this time. Paul looked at Situ Nan with an angry face, and he would not give up.

Considering his influence on this flying team, Situ Nan was a little hesitant, and he asked He Wenxiu: "What do you think?" ”

"Let him go! However, he can only command the battle, and cannot go to the battlefield himself. He Wenxiu said lightly.

"Hear that? This is non-negotiable, you know, you are not alone. Stuart South stared at Paul. This guy is not young anymore, and he is not married, and when he first came back, he changed his girlfriend as quickly as he changed clothes, but later he may feel bored, and he seems to have become a little clean.

However, apart from flying, it is still no different from a swinger. For this matter, Laura did not blow the pillow wind in Situ Nan's ears, complaining that Situ Nan had spoiled his younger brother.

"Okay!" Paul was embarrassed for a moment, and somewhat reluctantly agreed. I thought: When the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, it is not up to me to decide if I can't get on the plane?

Coming back from flight school, it was getting late. Standing on Beverly Hills and looking at the lively lights of Hollywood below, He Wenxiu sighed: "This place has changed a lot. ”

"Hmm. Recently, the price of land has risen a lot, and when I bought it, it didn't cost a lot of money, and now those villas at the bottom of the mountain cost more than 20,000 US dollars. Situ Nan laughed and said that the Hollywood Development Company is right down the hill and is now the largest landowner here, benefiting a lot from land transactions alone every year.

"There will be no war in the United States for the next ten or twenty years, the economy will develop faster and faster, and the next time you come over, it will be modern everywhere. But then, what should I call you? Commander Ho! ”

Situ Nanli was saluting He Wenxiu with a military salute of an American cowboy soldier.

He Wenxiu was a little funny and gave Situ Nan a salute in return. After a while, his expression became serious, "How long are you going to delay?" ”

"Huh?"

"The fairy girl is not small, and she can't be delayed any longer. Alas, if you don't have the heart, just order. He Wenxiu looked at Situ Nan with some anger.

From the afternoon when Situ Nan and He Xiangu rode to the flight school together, he felt that something was going to happen to the two of them.

"I persuaded her to go to Nanyang more than once, but she just refused. What a stubbornness! There is no way to do it. He Wenxiu sighed helplessly.

"You said she was stubborn, and I didn't have a good solution. There are some things I can't give her, so I can't make up my mind. She's a good girl. Situ Nan said sincerely, this is what he said in his heart.

"I know." He Wenxiu nodded, and there was silence for a while. After a while, he said, "It's all fate?????? Be nice to her. ”

With that, his figure disappeared into the night.

Situ Nan sighed softly, lit his cigar and smoked it quietly, the flame of the cigar flickered on and off, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

"Ahem." There was a sudden coughing sound from behind, which made Situ Nan vigilant.

"Who?" He shouted.

"Young master, it's me!" He Xiangu's delicate figure walked out of the big tree behind her, the moonlight shone on her face, and the thin long skirt couldn't cover the slightly raised curves.

I don't know if I was choked by the tobacco smell of the cigar, or I heard the conversation between He Wenxiu and Situ Nan just now, she was slightly red, like a peach blossom in early spring, and walked in front of Situ Nan, her head slightly lowered, pinching her fingers, a little shy, different from the girl who was a little bold and reckless during the day.

"Did you hear that?" Situ Nan asked.

"Hmm." He Xiangu responded, glanced at Situ Nan secretly, and lowered it again.

"What do you hear?" Situ Nan smiled slightly, and couldn't help but want to tease this stunning maid.

"Hear ??????" He Xiangu was embarrassed to talk about it, but she boldly raised her head and stared at Situ Nan silently.

Situ Nan didn't have the heart to eat this stupid girl, and he didn't dare to tease He Xiangu anymore, looking at her undulating chest, a little short of breath, who knows if she will "eat" herself if she is stubborn later?

"Alright. Tease you. It's late at night, go back to sleep! Situ Nan patted He Xiangu on the shoulder and coaxed gently.

"Hmm." He Xiangu responded obediently like a little daughter-in-law, and went back a little reluctantly. Looking at her graceful back, Situ Nan had a question in his heart: With Lao He's skills, how could he not notice that someone was approaching behind him?

Keeping in mind the situation in Nanyang, He Wenxiu did not stay in Los Angeles for too long, and he was going to San Francisco to receive a group of talents and some materials trained by the Zhi Gong Party.

When saying goodbye, both of them tacitly did not mention He Xiangu. As soon as he walked forward, a white slender figure appeared in Situ Nan's room.

"I haven't had time to see you, how about it? Are you still used to life here? Situ Nan asked.

"Better than I expected." Wang Chen smiled, and the cocked Erlang's legs swayed slightly, a little cynical. He has been in the United States for more than half a year, opened a clinic in San Francisco, and lived a leisurely life.

"Well done last time. Where is he? Nothing went wrong, right? Situ Nan asked a little mysteriously.

"According to your meaning, I threw him on a farm in Cuba, survived him for three months, and only recently sent him back to the United States, where he now works in a steel plant. Rest assured, my people have been taking care of him, and he can't escape. Wang Chen said with a smile.

He brought that guy from Shanghai, and he made a deal with Huang Jinrong for this. Although he didn't know why Situ Nan valued the librarian so much, Situ Nan didn't say it, he didn't ask, and meticulously carried out Situ Nan's strange instructions.

Farms, factories, can be regarded as having seen the world, I guess letting the long assembly line will shock their guys, right? But the insights imposed on him weren't enough to change that guy's determined will.

Well, he had to mentally reverse his small-scale peasant mentality. Let the ideas of capitalism continue to poison him!

Thinking of this, Situ Nan was a little proud, and a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if a child was playing a novel game.

"Continue to keep him under surveillance, and you must not let him escape from your control. Also, send him to Hollywood. Situ Nan commanded.

"Make a movie?" Wang Chen interjected.

"Read!" Situ Nan said with a smile.

"Huh?" Wang Chen was embarrassed, stretched out his hands and sighed, and smiled indifferently. "I don't know what kind of enmity you have with that kid, but he's lucky."

Southern California, Fontana, is booming, and as far as the eye can see, it's all a world of steel.

It is the steel production base of California Iron and Steel Company, a subsidiary of Bethlehem United Steel Company, the largest steel complex in the western United States, with an annual output of more than 3 million tons, and is a veritable steel giant.

After a period of depression after the First World War, it is now back to the bustle of the First World War as the American economy improves. But instead of producing the huge steel plates for ships, or other tubular weapon parts, it's a whole new piece of construction steel.

"Hey, hey! We workers have the power to change America, the world, and all mankind. "After work, thousands of workers came out of the workshops in an orderly manner.

There are whites, English whites, German whites, French whites, Italian whites, and there are also many blacks and yellow-faced Chinese, and here, all the workers are constantly told that they have to work hard in exchange for high wages, and whoever does not work hard has no job.

Labor is the criterion by which a person is judged here, the only criterion, and the racial discrimination that prevails in Chicago is absolutely not allowed here.

With a salary of $5 a day, they have to cherish this position that countless people are looking for. Many of the workers had just arrived here from the ruined Europe, and they gradually became accustomed to the simple black or industrious yellow man who stood next to them at work, because the unaccustomed had been eliminated.

Recently, they were excited by the company's decision to buy an insurance policy for every regular employee, so that they don't have to worry about being kicked out of the factory for a work-related injury and only getting a meager compensation.

This move immediately bought the hearts of the workers, and the already weak trade unions almost lost their suddenness.

On the good news, Bethlehem is rewarding its outstanding employees with subsidies for home purchases, much to the delight of workers who are bent on a more affluent life. To do this, they are willing to accept some overly enthusiastic care from the factory.

After work, the workers poured into the canteen, and Mao Fugui frowned, as if he was not used to the taste of bread and butter. A passionate black man next to him had a good appetite, opened his mouth wide and kept stuffing things into his mouth. I really don't understand why this guy is so good at eating, and what's more, he almost keeps nagging about the benefits of the factory in a rap tone while eating.

The black man's name is Albania, he is very strong, but he has no brains, he is very arrogant, and this kind of character Mao Fugui likes very much.

Compared with those somewhat rebellious whites, he is still willing to get along with reckless men like Albania.

However, Albania seems to be a little superstitious about the high wages and benefits of the factory, which makes Mao Fugui a little disdainful. This is just a small favor from the capitalists.

Alas, the consciousness of these American proletariats is really low! It's too low to save.

Mao Fugui thought to himself.

"Maomao, I have calculated, as long as I work hard, five dollars a day, if I also get a subsidy from the factory to buy a house, I can pay the down payment in two years, and I will have my own house in 10 years. When the time comes, I will let you try the shrimp made by my mother, stir-fried shrimp, stewed shrimp, steamed shrimp, shrimp?????? ”

"Albania, you've said this nine times today, and eight times yesterday." Mao Fugui reminded.

For three months, he had to endure this Albanian nagging almost every day, and his ears were calloused. However, with a gloomy personality, he still had a hot fight with the black buddy, because when he was working, the buddy would help him with a lot of work.

"Oh. Is it? Albania's big black hand touched the smooth head, a little embarrassed, "Maomao, my mother's shrimp is really good!" ”

"I'm full, it's time to go." Mao Fugui stood up, he couldn't hear the word shrimp anymore.

"Hey, Maomao, shall we go for a drink tonight?"

"Not interested!"

"What about basketball? Get you five balls! ”

"No, I have to go back to night school!"

"Oh! I'll say hello to Jenny on your behalf and say you miss her. Haha~" Albania shouted at Mao Fugui's back.

Mao Fugui stumbled when he heard this, and almost fell. Jenny was the proprietress of the small bar at the door, and she was very welcoming, thinking of her black and fat, Mao Fugui almost spit out the buttery bread that she had swallowed so hard.

He remembered the first time he was taken to drink by Albania, when Jenny's fat, soft lips pressed against his face, and the feeling made him crash on the spot.

Only later did I know that foreigners would enthusiastically gnaw when they met, and gnawed their faces instead of shaking hands. Since that time, Mao Fugui has never been to that speakeasy again.

Hearing Albania mention Jenny, he fled out of the dining room.

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