Chapter 36 Why don’t you live in a big villa? Don’t you like it? (Thank you for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets)
One month later, America, Los Angeles, Monkey Manor.

"Boss, our people have already made contact with Franklin Roosevelt. He is very willing to accept our friendship, but he needs to meet with you before discussing it." Guan Mao reported. His voice was very low and his eyes were very sharp, giving people the feeling of being stared at by a venomous snake.

A month has passed since he was last asked to take over the establishment of an intelligence agency. His first task was to secretly contact Roosevelt, and now there has finally been results.

The Folklore Investigation Department currently has only two functions: one is to collect and analyze intelligence publicly and secretly: this includes intelligence on domestic and foreign political axe, companies, individuals, politics, technology, etc.;

The second is to carry out some secret operations, but currently it is limited to contact and communication with some important figures; as for activities similar to CIA subversion, sabotage, and interference in foreign politics and economy, it does not have this ability for the time being.

"Well, let the people over there communicate with Roosevelt and arrange a time as soon as possible. Then you and I will go to New York together."

This is the most important thing now. As long as Roosevelt is convenient, he can go there at any time. He is so poor now that he only has money left, and he urgently needs political protection. Roosevelt will be the President of the United States for more than ten years. This long-term and stable political ally must not be missed, as they still hope to gain benefits from him in the future.

"Okay, boss, I'll arrange it right away." Guan Mao said respectfully.

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Zhang Feng put him in charge of the intelligence agency, and the first task assigned to him had not been completed yet. He was worried that Zhang Feng would question his ability.

"Don't worry, report to me any time if there is any progress. Go and get down to work." Zhang Feng comforted his intelligence chief so that he could work hard with peace of mind.

When Guan Mao heard Zhang Feng's words, he was cheered up and deeply moved. He secretly vowed to be loyal to Zhang Feng.

After Guan Mao left, Zhang Feng came to the hall downstairs. The three women and children in the family were all dressed up and waiting for him.

Today is Sunday. The family had agreed to go to a church not far from downtown Los Angeles to pray. After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhang Feng's family wants to stay in America for a long time, at least some of them do.

Therefore, it is essential to integrate into the mainstream culture of America, even if it is only on the surface. If you understand the mainstream culture and integrate into it, you will have more topics to talk about with the American upper class, and others will think that you are at least a true American in your heart.

Unlike most Chinese immigrants to the United States in later generations, who stayed at home every day except for work and basically had no contact with white people, over time, their impression of the Chinese was that they were aloof, only knew how to make money, and squeezed out their social resources.

Unlike people of other nationalities who actively integrate into society, build good relationships with their neighbors, win the favor of the white left-wing saints, and even gain a certain voice in politics.

The Zhang family was not so short-sighted. They had to make money, and make a lot of it, without causing too much hostility. They also had to gain a certain social and political status.

Therefore, it is necessary to understand their culture and then show recognition of their culture, such as pretending to be religious and having the same beliefs as them. In fact, white capitalists don’t believe in it anyway, so what does it matter?

Without this kind of barrier, when their own strength becomes strong enough and they have a certain status and value, they can let one branch of the family intermarry with other families. After a few generations, there will naturally be a group of people willing to accept them. Only then can the Zhang family truly gain a foothold in America.

Zhang Feng walked up to the three women, gave each of them a kiss, and prepared to leave.

"Me too, Dad!"

Zhang Chengwen walked up to Zhang Feng, pouted his lips, and looked at Zhang Feng expectantly with his watery eyes, causing several adults to laugh.

Zhang Feng had no choice but to squat down and kiss him. This kiss didn't matter, the little ones were not willing to be outdone and gathered around him.

Children are like this. When they see others have something, they want it too and will not give up until they get it. When they compete for favor, even the women in the harem feel inferior to them.

There was no other way but to treat them equally. Zhang Feng was helpless and it took him two minutes to deal with them.

"Little ones, let's go!" Zhang Feng stood up, walked in front of everyone, and then waved his hand and said loudly. Amidst a happy noise, everyone got into three cars, with a guard car in front and behind. Seeing the children climbing into the car with difficulty, he felt very distressed. They should not have to overcome a more difficult hurdle in the future.

A total of five cars slowly drove out of Monchi Manor and headed towards the city center.

It takes about forty minutes to drive from the suburbs to the city center. There are many cars and there are children in the car, so they drive very slowly. At this speed, it would be good if they can arrive in an hour.

More than ten minutes later, when the convoy arrived at a wide road, there were relatively open flat lands on both sides of the road.

"Dad, why don't the brothers and sisters outside live in beautiful big houses?" Zhang Chenghua looked out the window and asked with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Zhang Feng was in a car with Lin Huiyin and her two children, Qin Qingning was in a car with her three children, and Geteli Jiabao was in a car with her four children.

As soon as the children got on the bus, they leaned in front of the windows and stared outside. Children of this age are full of energy and curiosity.

After hearing what the child said, Zhang Feng followed his gaze and looked out the window. He saw a mess of tattered tents on the flat ground, with many people living in them.

The nearest tent should be occupied by a family of four. There was a middle-aged woman holding a baby in her arms, and a little boy of four or five years old standing next to her. Next to the little boy was a girl of twelve or thirteen lying on a chair. The clothes she wore were very worn and dirty.

The tent above their heads was also very shabby, with a big hole on one side. There was nothing in the tent except a chair and two small boxes.

He was a little puzzled, but then he realized what was going on. He had not been to the city during this period. He was either at the manor or filming a movie in Hollywood, which was also in the suburbs, so he had not noticed it before.

All of this stems from this global economic crisis.

In 1929, during the Great Depression in the United States, banks and businesses collapsed, city streets were deserted, citizens lost their homes, and the unemployment rate rose to nearly 25%.

In the central United States, during the Great Depression, drought hit and farmers' land was barren, so many people became migrant workers, wandering around the country hoping to find work in exchange for a meal or a place to sleep.

Due to the impact of the economic crisis, it is difficult to find jobs and they have to go far away from home to find jobs, so they become migrant workers. Women and children can only live in makeshift tents, while men in the family have to go out to work in exchange for food or daily necessities.

There was a long queue in front of the employment agency. In fact, many people knew that the hope of finding a job was slim, but it was much better than having no hope. So everyone queued in front of the employment agency as a way to find a job.

Children also went looking for jobs with signs that read, Why can't I give my dad a job?
The men wore signs that stated their occupations and offered to work for a dollar a week.

As the breadwinners of the family, they bear a lot of pressure. On the one hand, they need to find a job, and on the other hand, they have to fight against the negative emotions brought about by the economic depression.

Architects, bankers, engineers and educators joined the long line of the unemployed, vying for low-paying jobs that were barely enough to support a family.

During their job search, they are forced to sleep in public housing or shelters as they move farther and farther from home to find work, only to wake up the next morning and start looking for work again.

In 1930, Super Express Inn cost 30 cents a night, but many people could not afford to stay in such hotels and chose to stay in shelters instead.

This is the current situation in America, and it will continue for several years.

"Because they don't have a father like me!" Zhang Feng replied.

At this time, a child in the tent heard the sound of the vehicle, turned his head and looked at them, and his eyes met Zhang Chenghua's.

(End of this chapter)