Chapter 38 Talent Plan
Los Angeles, America.

Zhang Feng's family's convoy continued to move forward and soon moved away from here. The people in the car were not affected by what had just happened. They were talking and laughing, discussing where to go for fun and where to have a big meal after praying.

When the convoy arrived in the city, it was still prosperous, after all, this was a big city.

No matter whether the economy is good or bad, there will never be a shortage of rich people. They can make a lot of money when the economy is good, and they also have ways to make a lot of money when the economy is bad. The impact on them is minimal.

It’s just that there are a lot more people on the street with job hunting signs hanging on their bodies, basically all men. I think the man of the family I just saw is one of them.

Zhang Feng was helpless and had no intention of caring about these things, but at this moment he suddenly thought that there were still many talents among these people, and he could take the opportunity to trick a group of people into going to Madagascar to help the Meihua Company build its territory.

Except for a few people sent from the United States, most of the people there are Chinese immigrants. They have no culture or skills and can't do anything except agricultural planting.

Before, none of his subordinates were willing to go to Madagascar. They had jobs and lived well in America, so why should they go to such a remote place far away from home? Even if they were paid more, they would not go unless they were paid a lot.

Zhang Feng couldn't force his employees to go. They were not real NPCs and had their own thoughts. Would he fire them all if they didn't go? He would feel uneasy if that happened.

If superpowers are used, it is meaningless if there are too few people, and no matter how much money is used, it will not be wasted if there are too many people, and it does not conform to business rules.

It just so happens that Zhang Feng has been given the opportunity now. This economic crisis will last for many years. According to statistics in previous history, millions of people starved to death in the United States alone. Of course, this data may not be true, but it is an indisputable fact that many people suffered from hunger.

As long as the Great Depression continues, the longer it lasts, the more desperate many people will become. As long as you promise to provide them and their families with food, they will do whatever you want them to do.

But there is no rush. We need to wait until Madagascar has some initial construction. Only then will they be able to be useful when they go there, and only then can we control them and prevent them from leaking information.

"Dad! Dad!" I heard my son's voice calling to my ears.

"What's wrong, baby?" Zhang Feng came back to his senses and looked at Zhang Chenghua.

"Hmph, I'm not going to pay attention to you. Baby called you so many times just now, but you ignored me." Zhang Chenghua said angrily, then turned his head away without looking at Zhang Feng.

"I'm sorry, little darling. Daddy will treat you to KFC later to apologize to you, okay?" Zhang Feng shook off the thoughts in his mind. He came out today to accompany his family. These things can be discussed later.

"Really? Then little darling, just forgive your stinky daddy with reluctance!" Zhang Chenghua said proudly.

Zhang Feng glanced at Qin Qingning and saw that she was covering her face and laughing. He turned his head and laughed too, so as not to be seen by Zhang Chenghua and think that he was laughing at him. The child is still young and her fragile heart needs to be protected.

Soon, the convoy passed through the city and stopped in front of the church.

After the family finished praying devoutly in the church, it was almost noon. Zhang Feng brought the children to KFC as promised, which was the first store opened in the city center.

A group of people walked into the store in a lively manner, and a pretty female manager came over.

"Boss, what do you want me to do?" The female owner walked up to Zhang Feng and said, every time Zhang Feng went to inspect KFC stores, he would come to this store and then ask the head office to implement some new ideas he recalled.

So all the employees here know him. The previous store manager, Delis, has long been promoted to a senior executive in the head office. She can also be considered a veteran of the company.

"Well, arrange a seat. I'll bring my family over for dinner." Zhang Feng ordered.

"Okay, boss, I'll arrange it right away." The female manager replied respectfully. Her attitude was not only because Zhang Feng was the boss, but also because she cherished this job very much. You know, companies nowadays are either going bankrupt or laying off employees, and the salary offered for new jobs is so low that it is unimaginable, probably only one tenth of her current salary.

The female manager turned around and came to the counter, asked the cashier to tell the customers who ordered food that they could only take it away, and then went to coordinate with other customers who were already dining, and immediately cleared out an empty seat next to each other.

Zhang Feng exercised his privileges a little bit again, but now it was only in his own company. Even so, he was very satisfied. Power had brought him pleasure. He nodded secretly in his heart. This store manager was very capable and could be reused.

After everyone sat down, the manager brought a few menus and handed them to Zhang Feng, then left tactfully without disturbing Zhang Feng's family again.

"Order whatever you want to eat. Dad's treating us today." After Zhang Feng handed a menu to the three women, he gave the rest to the children and said generously.

"Yeah!" The sons cheered again, but their voices were very low so as not to disturb others. However, because there were so many of them, the sound was still very loud.

When everyone first came in, the customers in the store were staring at them. It was impossible for a man with three women and nine children not to attract attention.

However, after hearing the female manager call Zhang Feng the boss, everyone withdrew their gazes. They knew KFC, a large listed company with thousands of branches that made a lot of money every year. They couldn't afford to offend such a big capitalist.

So even though the kids' shouting was annoying, they dared not say anything. Didn't they see that there were a few burly men next to them, with bulges on their waists, and they seemed to have guns. Now everyone just wanted to finish their meal and leave.

After a while, all the food they ordered came up. The chef in the kitchen knew that the boss's family was coming to eat, so he didn't dare to be careless or delay. He put all the other orders at the back, selected the freshest ingredients, changed the pot with new oil, and cooked them carefully.

Zhang Feng waited until everyone finished eating, then went to the counter to pay and took everyone away.

I originally wanted to walk around for a while, but there are too many unemployed people looking for jobs and homeless people on the street, and there are also many of Zhang Feng's family members. The bodyguards can't take care of them all, and worried about any danger, so I ended up returning to the manor early.

When he got home, it was still early. Zhang Feng remembered his previous plan and asked Butler John to call Guan Mao over.

When Guan Mao heard that Zhang Feng was looking for him, he did not dare to delay. He put down the work in his hands and went into the manor.

He now lives in the staff apartment next to the manor and also works in another building, which Zhang Feng arranged for people to build last year.

Guan Mao walked into the hall and saw the hostess and the children. He hurried forward to greet them: "Madam, young masters, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Uncle Guan too. Uncle Guan is so handsome." The women all nodded with a smile, but Zhang Chengyun said in a childish manner.

"Yes, Uncle Guan is really handsome, just a little bit less handsome than my dad, just a little bit." Zhang Chenghua followed suit and stretched out his hand jokingly, clenched his fist, and then stretched out his little finger to gesture, causing everyone to laugh again.

When Guan Mao heard what the children said, an ugly smile appeared on his gloomy face. He went upstairs, knocked on the door and walked into the study. Zhang Feng was writing calligraphy. When he saw him come in, he listened.

"Boss, what do you want to talk to me about?" Guan Mao said respectfully. He had just reported to Zhang Feng in the morning and didn't know why he was called here again.

"Well, sit down first." Zhang Feng picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"I just went out and saw that many people were homeless. There were long queues of people looking for jobs on the streets. It seems that this economic crisis is very serious." Zhang Feng spoke only after Guan Mao sat down.

"Yes, boss. According to the observations of our intelligence personnel, this is the case in many places, and the survival of many people is threatened." Guan Mao took over Zhang Feng's words and said that he was even more grateful to Zhang Feng for giving him this job. Otherwise, he would definitely be among those who were homeless. After all, even white people were like this.

"So, our opportunity has come. I have a preliminary plan to send these unemployed technical workers, engineers, teachers, even university professors, scientists, etc., as long as they are valuable talents, to Madagascar." Zhang Feng expressed his thoughts.

"Boss, I think this plan can be implemented. Now they can't even afford to eat, and there are simply not so many jobs here. As long as the salary we give them is enough to support their family, they are willing to go anywhere." Guan Mao also felt that Zhang Feng's plan was feasible.

"Okay, then you go down and make arrangements. First recruit a group of military talents and teachers, and try to bring their entire families along. I plan to open a military factory there first, involving the arms business. Then the children of the immigrants will also need to study, so we can cultivate our own talents." Zhang Feng made arrangements after thinking for a moment. With family members around, there would be no need to worry about them not being obedient, and Zhang Feng had no plans to let them come back.

"Okay, boss. I'll arrange it." There was no other expression on Guan Mao's gloomy face from beginning to end. He always did things meticulously. Zhang Feng was very confident in him.

(End of this chapter)