The journey starts from the Titanic

Although he kept performing the cycle of jailbreaking, being caught, over and over, and caught again, Mao Fugui was not discouraged. He found that his grades were getting better and better, and he made great progress every time. At least he practiced in Skills for survival in the wild, and sometimes you can play a few beautiful peekaboos.

It's just that this farce-like game suddenly came to an abrupt end, and Mao Fugui suddenly changed from a farm in Cuba to a worker for the United States Steel Corporation.

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

At least those big farms in Cuba opened his eyes.What surprised him even more was that many of the workers in it were Chinese, most of whom were overseas workers from the coastal areas of Guangdong and Fujian.

Although the life on the farm was bitter, there was no brutal colonial rule as imagined. Many people are looking forward to working for a few years to accumulate some money, and then buy land locally or return to their hometown.

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

This is a huge and mysterious organization.From Shanghai to Cuba, thousands of miles away, and then back to the United States, you can calmly arrange your arrangements to any place without worrying about running away.

"They are very confident! And they are powerful, which is really a headache! How could they provoke these people?"

Mao Fugui was scalded by the burnt cigarettes, throwing off his cigarette butts, and awakened from his memories.Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar room, he sighed.

Unexpectedly, in less than a year, the things experienced were more complicated and magical than before.Dilapidated Chinese countryside, colonial Cuban farms, modern metropolises, huge and modern steel bases...

Where will the next stop be?

Mao Fugui is now accustomed to the mighty power of large American factories. The power of the machine makes him sigh. There are many more products coming out of the assembly line than the handicraft industry.Capitalism has a magical power to make everyone madly produce and create wealth.

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

Sometimes, he could hardly tell whether it was a dream or reality."I don't know who is a guest in a dream. If this is not a dream, then it is a ridiculous game." He wrote in his diary.

At this time, a light breeze passed by, and a white robe appeared in the room.Mao Fugui frowned slightly, but he ignored the other party and continued reading. He was used to this uninvited guest.

"Haha. It seems that you are having a good life!" Wang Chen smiled.He became more and more interested in this stubborn young man, not only because of this guy's tough character (admirable), but also because he found that he was quite competent. It should be said that he loves to learn and reads whenever he has time.

"Do you have nothing to say? Maomao." Wang Chen smiled.

"Fart!" Mao Fugui was very dissatisfied with the nickname imposed on his head, but now more and more people call him that.

"There is good news to tell you. Those accomplices of yours have been released from prison after being sentenced in Shanghai for a few months. But once they became famous, they were exposed and they can no longer hide themselves. Haha "Wang Chen smiled.

"And the income of your hard work, I have sent it back. Although they don't know your news, they have no worries about food and clothing. God testifies, I am not greedy for a copy."

"Thank you." Mao Fugui breathed a sigh of relief after hearing it, and responded lightly.Then he asked: "What about me?"

Chapter 46

"You are lucky, you can leave here." Wang Chen smiled playfully. He came tonight to pick up Mao Fugui.

Mao Fugui's face sank slightly, and he guessed in his heart that this mysterious man in white would take him somewhere, so that he couldn't control his own destiny and he was extremely annoyed, and he could only be silent.

"Don't ask where is the next stop?" Wang Chen smiled.

"It's not important. Anyway, the result is not our decision. It makes no difference whether you ask or not," Mao Fugui said coldly.

"That's true." Wang Chen nodded and said with a smile.

"I know you hate me, but this time I promise you will like my arrangement. Hehe, that is a place that so many people dream of, where you can get in touch with the world more deeply. If you perform well, you are very You will be free soon."

Wang Chen's words caused Mao Fugui's heart to move. He licked his lips, but after all, he still didn't inquire about the next stop.

But the last sentence "You will be free soon" made him feel a little bit anticipating for the next trip.

The next day, a car drove in. In Albania's surprise, Mao Fugui opened the car door and sat in.

The car drove slowly out of the California steel plant, watching the tall chimney drift away, Mao Fugui felt a little emotional.

Over the past few months, he has become accustomed to this hot place. The roaring machines, tall factories, busy production lines, honest and hardworking workers, and the enthusiastic night school have all left a deep impression on him. , Makes him feel busy and fulfilling, and he can get in touch with many new things almost every day.

If the Cuban jungle has tempered his physique, then Fontana’s steel power shook his soul and made him understand that knowledge and talents create tremendous productivity.

It is not that he has no chance to escape here, but he has given up several times.He has some interest in the position of steel worker. Through personal experience, he inspected the steel industry in Fontana and recorded what he saw and heard.As the days are longer, the accumulated material can almost write a report on the steel industry.

"What? Reluctant?" Wang Chen smiled.

"It's kind of." Mao Fugui nodded, "Although I don't know why you are so laborious, but it did give me a lot of knowledge, but I still hate you."

"Maybe! I find it very boring, too." Wang Chen shrugged and said nothing.

Fontana has direct trains to Los Angeles, and Los Angeles is bigger and more prosperous than Fontana.Looking at the endless stream of cars on the highway and the modern buildings on the roadside, banks, governments, department stores, and theaters made Mao Fuguo dazzled.

"It's much more developed than Shanghai," he whispered.

"Los Angeles is an emerging industrial city, with developed petroleum industry, steel industry, aircraft industry, agriculture, and financial industry, and San Francisco in the north are the two most important cities on the west coast of the United States. The buildings here are not too high, but those in New York and Chicago The high-rise buildings in Beijing are more prosperous than here. I guess you haven't seen the 50-story building. If you have the opportunity, you will be generous." Wang Chen introduced with some excitement.

"So the place I am going now is Los Angeles, right?"

"of course."

"Then what do you do this time? Shi, farmers, commerce and industry, I have done two, this time will not be a businessman?" Mao Fugui tentatively asked.In fact, he still cares about the role he will play next.

"You have the ability to do business and I have no objection. Here, the top-notch numbers are merchants. This is the country of merchants. It is different from the bureaucrats you used to show off power. Sooner or later you will find that money is here. What does society mean?" Wang Chen smiled lightly.

"Money worship, decay!" Mao Fugui hummed.

"Naive!" Wang Chen said with disdain.Xindao: It seems that sending him to study is really right!If you don't wash his brain, the tendon in his brain can't be twisted.Although this person is very smart.

"Maomao! You have great ambitions, are smart enough, and have first-class insights into people's hearts. But still be humble. In this colorful world, money worship is only one side, and there are also many wonderful places." Wang Chen Warned.

It is probably because of parting, he said a lot today.

Mao Fugui was silent and thoughtful. Although he had been in the steel factory for several months, he found at every moment that he was in a strange world.

"Against bookism, there is no right to speak without investigation!" This sentence suddenly popped into his mind.

The car passed through the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles and drove slowly to the outskirts.In the evening, they came to Hollywood.

"Welcome to Hollywood!"

They were staying at the Hollywood Hotel, and the car had just stopped, and the waiter with a smile came over to receive them quickly, and they also took the initiative to help them with their luggage. The warm and respectful look made Mao Fugui unable to refuse.

He doesn't have much luggage, just a box of books and a few clothes.

The luxury of the presidential suite shocked Mao's wealth, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart.It really is rotten capitalism!

Especially the huge crystal chandelier on his head made him a little swayed, not really real.

After the waiter moved the luggage to the room, he stood respectfully and looked at Mao Fugui expectantly.

The enthusiasm is really nothing to say, the service is very attentive, and he is really a nice guy.He praised in his heart.

"It's none of your business, you go out first!" Mao Fugui was not used to being served by others, waved his hand to let the waiter leave.