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Volume IV Prosperity 45 Mao Mao Wanderings

"I really don't understand why those Chinese still have to go to class after work, do they want to go to university? Work hard, won't you have a house and a car? Well, usually drink alcohol, and occasionally ????? How nice."

Looking at the back of Mao Fugui leaving in a hurry, Albania was a little puzzled. Apparently he hated going to night school.

Coming out of the factory, Mao Fugui looked back at the tall chimney of the ironworks, and felt a little yearning in his heart. It's a pity that he is not good at mathematics, can't learn those esoteric mathematics, physics and chemistry, can't be an engineer, and can only be an ordinary worker on the assembly line.

The evening school he was going to attend was a basic general education course run by the William Foundation in cooperation with the California Iron and Steel Company, and the training was in a variety of subjects, including language, law, society, accounting, production skills, and factory management.

Almost every newcomer goes through similar training, especially Chinese workers, who are encouraged to attend evening classes and learn English and American law. It is only after the training that they will be able to adapt to their new positions more quickly.

After mastering a certain skill, their salary level will also improve quickly, and they can be qualified for technical positions, instead of the stronger black people in the ordinary workshop who sell their hard work.

It's a long road, and only a lucky few can learn to become an engineer from the ordinary worker.

Of course, if you graduate from a technical school in Los Angeles or San Francisco, you are lucky, and well-educated young people often become the technical backbone of the factory.

The night school was near the factory, which turned out to be an abandoned workshop of the factory, which was very close, less than five minutes away. When Mao Fugui entered, many people had already occupied their seats early, holding books and reviewing their homework. That serious expression moved him a little.

There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of the word serious. He thought to himself.

Mao Fugui found a place to sit down, and before the teacher came, he took out a notebook and wrote down today's experience. He wrote: "Capitalism is a labor contest in which capitalists induce workers to work for them with wages and benefits, and rob them of the fruits of their labor by giving small favors.

This is even more prevalent in factories in the United States. It is worth mentioning that wages in the United States are much higher than in domestic cities such as Shanghai, and the treatment of workers here is much better, not only can they have food and clothing, but some can also buy cars and houses?????? ”

After a while, before the teacher came, Mao Fugui closed his notebook, took out "The Biography of Napoleon" and read it with relish.

In addition to Marx's "Capital", the most read is the biographies of heroes, every time he sees Napoleon dominating Europe, he will always be enthusiastic, and can't help but pick up the pen.

However, brushes are not popular here, and he uses a fountain pen that he is not used to, and writes down his reading experience while reading.

It is not easy to find Chinese history books in the United States, especially about history, which makes Mao Fugui very regretful, and has to look at Western history. At first, he was not good at English, so he had to check the dictionary often, and as time went on, he could almost read the whole text, and he also became interested in Western history.

It's a lot more fun than those boring law courses. Mao Fugui thought to himself. But he couldn't refuse such a course.

After a while, a young teacher walked in. said that he was a teacher, but in fact, he was a worker who had just come out of the workshop and didn't even have time to take off his uniforms.

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Yang, and I will teach you this "Legal Knowledge" course in the future. This is a country with a rule of law, and there are laws everywhere.

While the law may not be able to get you justice, knowing a little bit of knowledge can help you solve a lot of trouble, at least when questioned by the police, you can cope with it without having to wait for your fellow township councils or company workers to get you out, even though you have done nothing. I've experienced this first-hand—"

looked at the man with a green face on the stage talking about his use of law and English to deal with the difficulties of the police, and Mao Fugui secretly admired his self-confidence in talking.

He knew that Li Yang, and he heard that he was a technician in a rolling mill who came from San Francisco. Technicians are very popular, and their wages here are much higher than those of ordinary workers, which makes many people envious and becomes a role model for some people.

"Why am I giving you lessons? I wasn't paid a penny for the evening school, but I used to learn from the night school and gradually progressed. So I'm willing to do something for you, just as my predecessors did for me. I hope that you will study hard, not to mention such big words as for the country and the nation, and live a better life for yourself and your families. I know that many of you here have come here from across the ocean, and they have their own experiences. ”

This is the words of the young teacher Li Yang before class, and Mao Fugui wrote it down word for word.

Alas, I really don't know what happened at home? Those who are inseparable will not send back their hard-earned money.

When I came out of the night school, it was already dark. Generally speaking, Mao Fugui always waited until the last moment when the lights were turned off before reluctantly leaving the classroom.

He was lucky that the other workers lived in dormitories of four or five people, and he lived in a single room with another Chinese worker.

However, the day after he moved in, the original man had been transferred to another place, leaving him alone to enjoy this transcendent treatment. For some reason, it's been months, and no one else has come to stay in this single room.

The room he lived in was in good condition, with electric lights, bathrooms, bookcases and other items, but he didn't like it very much. Because it's a cage that has been set up by someone else.

From Shanghai to Cuba, from Cuba to the steel mills, his life was arranged. The other party seems to have no malicious intent, but he has insidiously designed his current life, and his every move is watched. This treatment made him angry, but also helpless. He had a vague feeling that it was a conspiracy, and he couldn't say what it was.

"I wonder what happened to those comrades in Shanghai?" Lying on the bed, Mao Fugui smoked while silently remembering the sudden encounter last year.

He vividly remembered the time when the comrades were discussing revolutionary ideals and seeing that a completely new organization was about to be formed.

A sudden "check the water meter" made people stunned, and before they could react, with a "bang", the door was kicked open, and a large group of patrol shops with sticks rushed in, and they were arrested when they saw people.

A few comrades with good skills stepped forward to stop them, but they fell to the ground under the beating of the crowd of patrols.

Mao Fugui was in the position by the window, ready to jump out of the window to escape, but saw a smiling man downstairs looking at him interestingly.

The man was dressed in white, very young, with a cigarette in his mouth, as if waiting for him to jump.

As a result, Mao Fugui failed to jump out of the window and escape, although he was good.

Seeing that the other party was prepared, the Russian representative Marin signaled everyone not to resist, so the delegates attending the meeting were arrested by the French patrol one by one.

"Detective, it's all together, and no one can be missing." A diligent shopkeeper pointed to the frightened man in the room and said triumphantly.

A rich Chinese man came out of the crowd, wearing a brocade robe, a black hat, and a cigar dyed in his hand, looking at those flickering eyes, he smiled, and a mouthful of disgusting yellow teeth leaked out.

He glanced at the audience, his eyes seemed to have been paying attention to himself for a long time, and his smile was a little evil.

Later, I learned that his name was Huang Jinrong, a notorious hooligan leader in Shanghai.

"Take it away! Go back and interrogate what these guys are doing? With a wave of his hand, the filthy patrol leader took his people back to the patrol room.

When I came out, I still remember that the filthy patrol leader was sitting in the car and whispering something to a man, and the man in the car was the man in white who was smiling at the window.

The memory is like a thread that was suddenly torn apart, Mao Fugui was escorted out of the house, and was suddenly hit hard in the back and fainted. After that, the memory was blank, and all that was left was the white dress and the smiling face.

Heaven seems to have played a big joke on him, absurd but really existing.

His fate changed greatly from the moment the smiling man in white appeared, and when he woke up, it was the white dress and smiling face.

However, the situation at that time was terrifying, because except for the nasty white clothes, there was a vast sea water all around.

"Welcome to my ship, and my fate will henceforth be my destiny. Mr. Mao Mao. That nasty smile sent him shudder.

"Where is this going?" He asked in a panic.

"America."

"Why?"

"No why."

"Why me?"

"Because it's you!" ??????

There was silence, and after a few seconds, the voice sounded again: "Don't try to escape, no one can escape from me." Of course, if you want to swim back to Shanghai from here, I can consider it. However, it is 200 nautical miles from Shanghai, and if you don't want to feed the fish, it is better to stay here. ”

After a long journey, the boat crossed the Pacific Ocean and then through the Panama Canal to a place called Cuba.

During this period, Mao Fugui tried to escape, but he was unsuccessful, especially after being caught at sea and dying. Since then, he has never shown his swimming skills.

In Cuba, he planted the fields for months, like many Chinese workers, on the vast plantations. The dense woods revived his desire to flee again, but each time he was dragged out of the dense forest.

The closest he came to success was when he fled to a farm 100 kilometers away, but what made him run for it was that the coquettish white clothes and the smiling face always appeared mercilessly when he was about to succeed.

Then the sentence "you can't escape" brought him back to the trajectory of being dominated.

Although there was no beating or scolding, the silent mockery left a deep imprint on his heart, as if to say, "Don't bother, you can't escape." ”

Despite the constant cycle of prison breaks, being caught, crossing again, and being caught again, Mao Fugui was not discouraged, he found that his grades were getting better and better, and he made a lot of progress every time, at least he honed his skills to survive in the wild, and sometimes he could play a few beautiful peek-a-boo.

It's just that this farcical game suddenly came to an abrupt end, and Mao Fugui suddenly became a worker at the American steel company from a farm in Cuba.

These ridiculous things have happened to him over and over again. He came to two conclusions. The other party will not hurt him, is not interested in his life, and seems to want to let himself go through the designed route again.

At least on the big farms in Cuba, it was an eye-opener for him. What surprised him even more was that many of the workers inside were Chinese, and most of them were overseas laborers from the coastal areas of Guangdong and Fujian.

Although the life on the farm is hard, there is no imaginary brutal colonial rule, and many people are looking forward to working for a few years to accumulate some money, and then buy land locally or in their hometowns.

The only thing that made him uncomfortable was that the fruit company was not very friendly to the locals, and like other American companies, it was plundering local resources.

It's a big and mysterious organization. From Shanghai to Cuba, thousands of miles away, and then back to the United States, he calmly arranged himself anywhere, without worrying that he would escape.

"They are confident! And the strength is huge, it's really a headache! How did you provoke these people? ”

Mao Fugui was burned by the burned cigarette, shook off the cigarette butt, and woke up from his memories. Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar room, he sighed in his heart.

I didn't expect that in less than a year, the things I experienced were more complicated and magical than before. The dilapidated Chinese countryside, the Cuban farms of the colonial clans, the modern metropolis, and the vast and modern steel base??????

What's next?

Mao Fugui is now accustomed to the power of the American factory, and the power of the machine makes him sigh, and there are many more products coming out of the assembly line than the handicraft industry. There is a magic power in capitalism that makes everyone produce like crazy and create wealth.

Every time Mao Fugui thought of that rumbling machine, he couldn't help but think about it, and even forgot that he was under the surveillance of several pairs of eyes in the dark night.

Sometimes, he could barely tell if it was a dream or reality. "If it's not a dream, it's an absurd game." He wrote in his diary.

At this moment, a light breeze blew, and a white suit appeared in the room. Mao Fugui frowned slightly, but ignored the other party and continued to read, he was used to this uninvited guest.

"Huh. Looks like you're having a good day! Wang Chen said with a smile. He became more and more interested in this stubborn young man, not only because of this guy's tenacious character (admirable), but also because he found that he was quite level, it should be said that he loved to learn, and he read books whenever he had time.

"Don't you have anything to say? Maomao. Wang Chen said with a smile.

"If there's a fart, let it go!" Mao Fugui was very dissatisfied with the nickname that Mao Mao had imposed on his head, but now more and more people are calling him that.

"I have good news for you. Those of your accomplices have now been released from prison after being sentenced for several months in Shanghai. However, once they became famous, they were exposed, and they could no longer show their tails in hiding. Hehe. Wang Chen said with a smile.

"And the proceeds of your hard work, I have sent back. Although they don't know about you, they don't have to worry about food and clothing. God testifies, I didn't covet a copy. ”

"Thank you." Mao Fugui breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, and replied lightly. Then he asked, "What about me?" ”

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