Fang Lang also took 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 succeeds or not depends on his own ability and luck.

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

The meaning was very clear, and Ewald Dursley nodded after hearing this:

"I understand, I'm going to go back and think about it."

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

At this time, I found that Chen Hongqing's face was a little pale, and I thought it was because of his poor health, so I hurriedly asked:

"Lao Chen, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Chen Hongqing swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and said with difficulty:

"Old. Boss, I'm fine. That's it."

Listening to Chen Hongqing's somewhat trembling voice, and seeing his eyes constantly looking at himself and Ewald Dursley, Fang Lang probably understood the other party's thoughts in his heart.

Smiled and said:

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

It's normal for us to talk about Brazil, not home.

Anyone can run in the presidential election here, and if one day you become Brazilian and want to enter politics, it's not without chance."

Chen Hongqing looked at Fang Lang's expression seriously, it really didn't look like he was lying.

The stone in my heart slowly put down.

Quietly relieved, he still asked with some relief:

"Boss, let's be sure we're not plotting a rebellion!"

Hearing this, Fang Lang laughed louder, and it took a long time for him to breathe down and say:

"Don't worry! Lao Chen, it is not a rebellion in Brazil.

You'd better hurry up and learn Portuguese, and when you read more of the newspapers, you'll know that it's okay for us to talk like this.

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

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

"Yes, we have a night school in our factory, and we arrange for workers to attend every day.

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

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

"Didn't the local workers take part in the study?"

Chen Hongqing spread his hands and said:

"Our classes are open to all workers, but the locals, whether literate or not, don't seem to be enthusiastic about it."

In fact, the local Indians and blacks, I don't know if it's a personality problem or why, and their enthusiasm for learning is indeed a little lacking compared to the Chinese.

This is a common phenomenon, and Fang Lang knows it in his heart.

But Brazil's electoral system is clear, and only illiterate people have the right to vote.

Fang Lang set up a trade union to gather the workers around, the purpose is to use the votes in the hands of the workers in the future, and everyone can't do it if they don't study.

After thinking about it. Fang Lang Road:

"So be it! In the future, in addition to the principle of more work and more pay, the wages of all workers in our company will also be organized to participate in the skill rating test.

I will ask the group's human resources department to take a closer look at the worker's skill rating, and in addition to assessing the skill level of the workers, it will also include cultural subjects.

Only if the culture and skills meet a certain standard, we issue a grade certificate to the worker.

The higher the rank, the higher the salary, the higher the bonus of the lower rank, 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 in the skills of textile workers is to be flexible with their hands and feet.

The faster the worker, the more efficient he is, the more product he produces, and his salary will definitely be higher than that of a new worker, and there is no need to do this skill rating at all.

However, both

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

"Okay, boss.

You can rest assured that our Chinese brothers are still quite enthusiastic about learning, and I will definitely urge you to actively participate in the study organized by the factory."

Fang Lang looked at the time and said to Ewald Dursley:

"Mr. Mayor, are you interested in experiencing the food of our factory workers?"

As early as when he heard that the chef in the factory was cooking Chinese food, Fang Lang wanted to try the taste.

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

"Of course, that's part of our inspection, isn't it?"

Chen Hongqing heard that the boss was going to eat in the canteen, and smiled and didn't mind at all, after all, in his mind, the canteen food in Daqing Yarn Factory was quite good.

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

The chef in charge of cooking is also a chef who has been a chef in his hometown, and he thinks that the food is very good.

Except for some worries about the noisy environment in the cafeteria, he was not worried at all.

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

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

At this time, there were already workers eating in the canteen, and when they saw the factory director and his party coming into the canteen, they all cast surprised eyes.

When they saw the boss eating in the canteen like them, everyone was even more surprised, after all, in everyone's mind, the boss should eat all the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but they didn't expect to come to the canteen to eat the same things as them.

However, the life of the workers in this era was generally difficult, and it was already very good to be able to eat this kind of food with oil and meat in the canteen.

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

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

It's pretty good that a big pot of rice can make such a taste."

"Haha. Boss, just like it.

Our chef originally opened a restaurant in Jinmen, so I don't have to say anything about my skills."

finally tasted the taste of his hometown again, and Fang Lang also let go of his hands and feet, and ate and drank.

Ewald Dursley, who may have eaten Chinese food for the first time, ate it with relish, and Fang Lang looked up again at the crowd of locals who were eating.

Everyone was obviously very satisfied with the Chinese food provided in the canteen. Fang Lang's heart moved, and he thought about it:

"Mr. Mayor, how do you feel about Chinese food?"

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

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

"You just said that the chef in the factory turned out to be the one who opened a restaurant in Jinmen?"

"Yes, boss.

Several of the masters in our kitchen turned out to be the masters of the Jinmen Proud Building.

The person in charge of managing the canteen is the original shopkeeper of the proud building."

After listening to Chen Hongqing's words, Fang Lang nodded, and couldn't help but think of the Chinese restaurants that bloomed all over the world later, this is another Chinese business card in addition to kung fu, and thought about it:

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

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

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

Qin Degui obviously knew Fang Lang as well, and stood aside a little crampedly, and after Chen Hongqing finished introducing himself, he bent down slightly at Fang Lang and nodded:

"Boss, hello, I'm Qin Degui."

Fang Lang glanced up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him a few times, smiled and pointed to the seat opposite:

"Brother Qin, please take a seat!

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 slowly sat down, hearing Fang Lang's question about his original occupation, his eyes were slightly red.

As if recalling the original time, maybe remembering that the occasion was wrong, he hurriedly restrained his emotions and said:

"Yes, boss.

When my grandfather was there, he opened a proud building hotel on the edge of the Wanguo Bridge in Jinmen, and it was the third generation in my hands.

It's a pity that the descendants are not filial and have not been able to keep their ancestral business, and they are ashamed of their ancestors and ancestors."

Fang Lang also understood that this was another common man who had been harmed by the little devils.

"Are your chefs in the kitchen your original buddies?"

Qin Degui nodded and said:

"There were more than a dozen of us, but now there are only six of us.

Thanks to the boss's life-saving grace, if it weren't for you, maybe we would have rotted in obscurity in the mines."

Seeing Qin Degui's slightly grateful expression, Fang Lang nodded and continued:

"I want you to open another proud building in downtown Natal, I don't know if you are interested."

Obviously, he didn't expect Fang Lang to put forward such an idea, Qin Degui's expression was stunned, and he looked at Fang Lang in disbelief.

Fang Lang also looked at Qin Degui with encouragement, smiled, and continued:

"I can support Lao Chen to reopen the Daqing Yarn Factory, why can't I support you to reopen the proud building?"

Qin Degui said with some excitement:

"But, boss, there aren't many Chinese here, and we probably don't have many customers!

If we don't have guests, we're going to lose money."

Fang Lang smiled and pointed to Ewald Dursley opposite:

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

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

But the locals tend to have a spicy taste, so you have to be careful."

After hearing Fang Lang's words, Qin Degui's eyes lit up a little, but he turned his head and said with some apprehension:

"Boss, there's another problem, many of the vegetables in our hometown are not available here.

Just to make sure that the workers in the factory can eat fresh vegetables, I have a lot of brains."

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

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

"It's okay, I'll have people collect some seeds of various vegetables from my hometown, and then we can grow them ourselves in Brazil!"

On the outskirts of Natal, there are already Chinese villages, and you can also sign a purchase and sale contract with them.

They will plant it and send it to your hotel!"

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 will happen to the canteen of the yarn factory?"

Without waiting for Fang Lang to answer, Chen Hongqing had already said with a smile:

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

There are still some people among us Chinese who can cook.

In addition, I am also planning to recruit two chefs who can cook Brazilian cuisine recently, and the number of local workers is more than that of us Chinese, although we both think Chinese food is delicious.

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