The journey starts from the Titanic

After speaking, his figure disappeared into the night.

Situ Nan sighed softly, lit his cigar and smoked faintly. The flame of the cigar was bright and dark, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

"Cough cough." A cough suddenly came from behind, making Situ Nan alert.

"Who?" he shouted sharply.

"Master, it's me!" He Xiangu's pretty figure walked out of the big tree behind her, the moonlight shone on her face, and the thin long skirt couldn't hide the slightly convex curve.

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

"Did you hear it all?" Situ Nan asked.

"Yeah." He Xiangu replied, glanced at Situ Nan secretly, and went down again.

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

"I heard..." He Xiangu was embarrassed to continue, but boldly raised her head and stared at Situ Nan silently.

Situ Nan didn't want to eat this stupid girl, and didn't dare to molest He Xiangu anymore. Looking at her undulating chest, she breathed a little, who knows if she will stubbornly eat herself later. "What?

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

"Yeah." Aunt He Xiangu cleverly responded like a little wife, and went back a little bit reluctant.Looking at her graceful figure, Situ Nan had a question in his heart: With Lao He's skill, how could he not notice someone approaching behind him?

Remembering the situation in Nanyang, He Wenxiu did not stay in Los Angeles for too long. He planned to go to San Francisco to receive a batch of talents and some materials cultivated by the Zhi Gong Party.

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

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

"Better than I thought." Wang Chen smiled, and Erlang's raised legs swayed slightly, a little cynical.It has been more than half a year since he came to the United States. He opened a clinic in San Francisco and lived a leisurely life.

"What happened last time was beautiful. How about the others? No problem, right?" Situ Nan asked mysteriously.

"According to you, I threw him on a farm in Cuba. I spent three months on him. I recently sent him back to the United States and now he works in a steel plant. Don't worry, my people have been taking care of him. He can't escape. "Wang Chen smiled.

He brought that guy from Shanghai and made a deal with Huang Jinrong for this.Although I didn't know why Situ Nan valued the librarian so much, Situ Nan didn't say, nor did he ask, and he meticulously followed Situ Nan's weird instructions.

Farms and factories have been seen in the world. It is estimated that the long assembly line will shock them, right?But the insights imposed on him were not enough to change the guy's firm will.

Well, he has to reverse his small peasant consciousness ideologically.Let the capitalist ideas continue to poison him!

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

"Continue to monitor him. You must not let him escape your control. Also, send him to Hollywood." Situ Nan ordered.

"Do you want to make a movie?" Wang Chen interjected.

"Reading!" Situ Nan smiled.

"Eh?" Wang Chen was embarrassed, sighed, and smiled indifferently."I don't know what hatred you have with that kid, but his luck is good."

Southern California, Fontana, is booming, and when you look around, it's a world of steel.

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

After the First World War, this place was depressed for a while, and now as the US economy improves, the bustling scene of the first World War has resumed.However, it is not the production of huge steel plates for ships or other tubular weapon parts, but pieces of new construction steel.

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

There are whites, British whites, German whites, French whites, Italian whites, and many blacks and yellow-faced Chinese. Here, all workers are told all the time that they have to work hard in exchange for a high salary. Whoever doesn’t work hard will do it. no job.

Labor is the standard for evaluating a person here, the only standard, and the racial discrimination that is popular in Chicago is absolutely not allowed here.

With a daily salary of $5, they have to cherish this job that countless people are eager for.Many workers have just moved here from broken Europe, and they have gradually become accustomed to being a simple black or hardworking yellow man standing next to them at work, because people who are not used to it have been eliminated.

What excites them recently is that the company has decided to buy an insurance for every regular employee. They don’t have to worry that they will be kicked out of the factory because of a work-related injury and only receive a meager compensation.

This action immediately bought the hearts of the workers and made the already weak unions almost lose their existence suddenly.

There is also good news that Bethlehem will reward outstanding employees with housing subsidies, which makes those workers who are dedicated to pursuing a more prosperous life ecstatic.For this reason, they are willing to accept some over-enthusiastic concerns from the factory.

After get off work, the workers rushed into the canteen, Mao Fugui frowned, as if he was not used to the taste of bread and butter.An enthusiastic black man next to him had a good appetite, opened his blood basin and kept stuffing his mouth.I really don't understand why this guy can eat so much. What's more, he almost kept nagging about the welfare of the factory in a rap tone while eating.

The black man was called Albanian. He was very strong, but he had no brains and was carefree. He liked this kind of personality very rich and rich.

Compared with those a little bit awkward whites, he is still willing to get along with a rough guy like Albania.

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

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

Mao Fugui thought to himself.

"Maomao, I've counted it. As long as I work hard for five dollars a day, if I still get the factory's housing subsidy, I will be able to pay the down payment in two years, and I will have my own house in 10 years. , I will let you taste the shrimp my mother made, fried shrimp, stewed shrimp, steamed shrimp, shrimp..."

"Albania, you have said this for the ninth time today, and you have said it eight times yesterday." Mao Fugui reminded.

For these three months, he had to endure this Albanian nagging almost every day, and his ears became calloused.However, with a gloomy personality, he still fought fiercely with the black buddy, because he would do a lot of work for him when he was at work.

"Oh. Really?" Albanian's thick black hands 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 could no longer hear the word shrimp.

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

"Not interested in!"

"How about playing basketball? Give you five balls!"

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

"Oh! I will say hello to Jenny on your behalf, saying you miss her. Haha..." Albania shouted at Mao's back.

Mao Fugui was stunned and almost fell.Jenny is the proprietress of the small bar at the door. She is very enthusiastic. She thinks of her dark and fat piece, and Mao Fugui almost spit out the buttery bread that she had managed to swallow.

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

I learned later that foreigners would chew enthusiastically when they met, using cheeks instead of shaking hands.Since that time, Mao Fugui has never been to that underground bar again.

Hearing Albania mentioning Jenny, he fled out of the dining hall.

Chapter 45

"I really don't understand why those Chinese people have to go to class after work. Are they going to college? Work hard, don't they always have houses and cars? Well, I usually drink and drink sometimes, how nice it is."

Seeing Mao Fugui's hurried departure, Albania was a little puzzled.Obviously he hated going to night school.