The journey starts from the Titanic

After coming out of the factory, Mao Fugui looked back at the tall chimney of the ironworks, feeling a little yearning.It's a pity that he is not good at math, and he can't learn those profound mathematics, physics and chemistry, and can't be an engineer, so he can only be an ordinary worker on the assembly line.

The evening school he wants to attend is a basic popularization class jointly organized by the William Foundation and the California Steel Company. There are many training subjects, such as language, law, society, accounting, production skills, and factory management.

Almost every new worker will undergo similar training, especially Chinese workers, who are encouraged to attend evening schools to learn English and American laws.Only after passing the training will they adapt to the new position more quickly.

After mastering certain skills, their level of remuneration will quickly improve, and they can be qualified for technical positions, instead of being the stronger blacks in ordinary workshops selling their hard work.

This is a long road, and only a few lucky people can learn from ordinary workers to become engineers.

Of course, compatriots who graduated from a technical school in Los Angeles or San Francisco will be lucky, and well-educated young people often become technical backbones trained in factories.

The night school is near the factory, which was originally an abandoned workshop of the factory, very close, less than five minutes away.When Mao Fugui entered, many people had already occupied their seats early and were reviewing homework with books in their hands.The serious expression moved him a little.

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

Mao Fugui found a place to sit down. Before the teacher came, he took out a notebook and wrote down his experience today.He wrote: "Capitalism is a labor competition. Capitalism uses wages and benefits to induce workers to work for them and rob them of the fruits of their labor by offering small favors. This is very deceptive.

This is more common in American factories.It is worth mentioning that wages in the United States are much higher than those in domestic cities such as Shanghai, and the treatment of workers here is also 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 "Napoleon" and read it with gusto.

In addition to Marx's "Das Kapital", the biographies of heroes are the most viewed. Every time he sees Napoleon dominating Europe, he is always excited and can't help but brush a pen.

However, brush pens are not popular here. He uses a pen that he is not used to, while reading and writing down his reading experience.

It is not easy to find Chinese history books in the United States, especially about history books. This makes Mao Fugui very regrettable, and he has to look at Western history.At the beginning, English was not good, so he had to look up the dictionary frequently. With the passage of time, he could almost read the full text, and he also became interested in Western history.

This is much more interesting than those boring law courses.Mao Fugui thought to himself.But he cannot refuse this kind of course.

After a while, a young teacher came in.It is said that it is a teacher, but it is actually a worker who just came out of the workshop and didn't even have time to take off the work clothes.

"Hello everyone, my name is Li Yang, and I will give you this "Legal Common Sense" course in the future. This is a country under the rule of law, and law is taught everywhere.

Although the law may not help you get justice, knowing some knowledge can help you solve a lot of troubles. At least when you are questioned by the police, you can cope with contentment, and you don’t have to ask the township association or company workers to get you out, even though you Did nothing.I have personal experience in this aspect..."

Watching the young man on the stage talking about how he used the law and English to deal with the police making things difficult, Mao Fugui's self-confidence secretly admired Mao Fugui.

He knew Li Yang and heard that he was a technician from a rolling mill who had come from San Francisco.Technicians are very popular. The wages here are much higher than those of ordinary workers. Many people envy and become a role model for some people.

"Why would I give you classes? Evening school did not pay me a cent, but I used to learn from the evening school and slowly progressed. So I am willing to do something for you, just like my predecessors did for me Do the same. I hope you study hard, not to mention the big talk about the country and the nation, and live a better life for yourself and your family. I know that many of the people here came here by sea, and they have one of them. Fan experience."

This is what the young teacher Li Yang said before the end of get out of class. Mao Fugui wrote down exactly one word.

Hey, I really don’t know what’s going on at home?Will those inseparable guys of Gouri send back their hard-earned money?

It was very dark when I came out of the night school.Generally speaking, Mao Fugui always waited until the light was turned off before leaving the classroom reluctantly.

He was lucky. The other workers lived in a dormitory with four or five people. He and another Chinese worker lived in a single room.

However, since the second day he lived in, the original person has been transferred to another place, allowing him to enjoy this transcendent treatment alone.I don't know why, it has been several months, and no one else has come to live in this single room.

The room he lives in is in good condition, with everything from electric lights, toilets, bookcases, etc., but he doesn't like it very much.Because this is a cage arranged by others.

From Shanghai to Cuba, from Cuba to the steel factory, his life was arranged by others.The other party didn't seem to be malicious, but he designed his current life insidiously, and his every move was being monitored.This treatment made him angry, but also helpless.He faintly felt that this was a conspiracy, but he couldn't tell what it was.

"I don't know how those comrades in Shanghai are doing?" Lying on the bed, Mao Fugui silently thought of the sudden encounter last year while smoking.

He clearly remembered that comrades were enthusiastically discussing revolutionary ideals at that time, seeing when a brand new organization was about to be established.

The sudden "checking the water meter" was shocking. Before they could react, the door was kicked open with a "bang", and a large group of patrol shops with sticks rushed in, and they were arrested.

A few comrades with good skills stepped forward to stop them, but fell to the ground under the gang fights of the crowds.

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

At that time, the man was wearing a white suit, very young, with a cigarette in his mouth, as if waiting for him to jump down.

As a result of this delay, Mao Fugui could not jump out of the window, even though he was good at it.

Seeing that the other party came prepared, the Russian representative Marin signaled everyone not to resist, so all the representatives at the meeting were caught by the French patrol.

"Inspector, we are all here, and one cannot be missing." A diligent shopkeeper pointed at the frightened person in the room and said with pride.

A wealthy Chinese man appeared more and more, wearing a brocade robe, a black hat, and a cigar in his hand. Looking at those twinkling restless eyes, he smiled, and a disgusting yellow tooth leaked out.

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

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

"Take it away! Go back and take a good look at what these guys are doing?" The dirty patrol leader waved his hand and he was taken back to the patrol room.

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

The memory seemed to be a thread that was suddenly torn off. Mao Fugui was escorted out of the house. He was suddenly hit hard by someone behind him and fainted.The memory after that was blank, only the white clothes and the smiling face remained.

God seemed to make a big joke to him, but the absurdity exists.

His destiny changed dramatically from the moment the smiling white-clothed man appeared. When he woke up, it was the white-clothed and smiling face.

However, the situation at the time was horrified and uneasy, because except for the pesky white clothes, there was a vast sea of ​​water all around.

"Welcome to my boat, I will arrange your fate in the future. Mr. Mao Mao." That nasty smile made him shudder.

"Where is this going?" he asked hurriedly.

"America."

"why?"

"No reason."

"why me?"

"Because it's you!"...

There was silence, and after a few seconds, the voice sounded again: "Don't think about running away, no one can escape from me. Of course, if you want to swim back to Shanghai from here, I can think about it. But here is 200 nautical miles from Shanghai. If you don’t want to feed the fish, it’s better to stay here, eat and drink, and you will be indispensable."

After a long journey, the ship crossed the Pacific Ocean and passed the Panama Canal to a place called Cuba.

During the period, Mao Fugui tried to escape, but it was unsuccessful, especially after he was caught up at sea once he was dying.Since then, he has no desire to show his swimming skills.

In Cuba, in the vast plantation, he and many Chinese workers planted fields for several months.The dense woods reawakened his thoughts of escape, but he was dragged out of the dense forest every time.

The closest to success was to escape to a farm 100 kilometers away, but what made him crash is that the coquettish white clothes and the smiling face will always appear mercilessly when he is 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 ridicule made a deep mark in his heart, as if to say: "Don't bother, you can't escape."