Chapter 41 Unprofessional Intelligence Work
Let’s go back to more than a month ago, on the streets of Los Angeles, America.

A group of people were standing or squatting on the ground, with their previous occupations and strengths written on their chests. They were obviously job seekers, but half a day had passed and no employer came to recruit them.

Now everyone has a numb look on their face and doesn’t know how to solve the next meal problem.

There was one person among them who was a little different. He was about thirty-five or thirty-six years old. Although he was dressed similarly to the others, he also had a tag around his neck that read Engineer at Springfield Gun Factory. This should have been his previous job.

However, his expression was relaxed and his face was rosy. He didn't look like a person who had no food to eat. He looked around from time to time.

"Hey, I have good news. I should be able to find a job soon." He suddenly said to a person next to him who was very familiar with him.

"What good news? Tell us quickly." another middle-aged man asked impatiently.

"I have a relative who used to work in the arsenal. He found a job shortly after he lost his job. I heard that they are still recruiting, and I have planned to go there." He looked around and said in a low voice.

However, although his voice was very low, the people around him had actually heard their conversation.

"Hey, brother, can you take me with you? When I get my salary, I can pay you part of the introduction fee." Someone around who had experience working in the arsenal spoke up.

"I don't know if there are any vacancies. I need to ask, but..." He hesitated.

"But what, brother? As long as you say it, I will agree to it." The other man thought he wanted more benefits.

"Well, it's nothing. Although the company is registered in the United States, they also have branches overseas. This time, it is the overseas company that is recruiting people, and they need to sign a one-time work contract of at least three years. During this period, you cannot return to the United States, so if you want to go, think it over carefully." He sighed and said.

"Overseas! At least three more years!" someone shouted, and it was obvious that most people were unwilling to do so.

"Can you bring your family along?" asked the acquaintance next to him.

"Of course, I plan to take my family with me. I heard that my family can be arranged some simple jobs. Anyway, I have decided to go. Otherwise, staying here will only wait to die. Nothing is more important than being alive." The middle-aged man replied.

"Well, this is the only way. Could you please ask if there are any extra places? I also want to take my family with me. It would be great if I could have food to eat and support them." The acquaintance next to him said through gritting his teeth.

After listening to their conversation, several people also echoed the sentiment, saying that they also wanted to take their families with them. Others were also tempted, but they could not make up their minds for the time being and needed to communicate with their families first.

"Brother, is this company hiring for other professions?" Some people have no experience in military industry, but are unwilling to miss such an opportunity.

"I don't know either, but I can ask for you. Let's put it this way, don't worry. I will go to see my uncle tomorrow and ask him about the situation. I will ask all your questions. If you really want to go overseas, gather here the day after tomorrow. I will tell you the results of my inquiry." The middle-aged man finally said.

After saying this, he exchanged a glance with the acquaintance next to him and left first. Not long after, his acquaintance also left.

Yes, in fact, these two people are the most peripheral intelligence personnel under Guan Mao. They have just joined the Folklore Investigation Office and have only received a few days of basic training. However, due to the current shortage of manpower and his current task is very simple, these intelligence personnel who are not even half-baked were sent out to perform this task. It is normal for them to be unprofessional, but it is difficult for ordinary people to discover this.

Similar plans were happening in many cities in the United States and later expanded to many European countries. This plan allowed Zhang Feng to have enough talents at once. Although there were no top-notch ones, these people were more suitable for him.

Otherwise, Madagascar is poor and there is no place for top talents to use their talents. Everything still needs to develop slowly.

This kind of elementary scam where one person lures and another acts as a trustee is still common in later generations. In that era of information explosion, many people were deceived every day, lost their fortunes, and even incurred huge debts.

For example, in later generations, due to the economic environment, there are many unemployed middle-aged people, but they have elderly parents and young children to support, so they are in urgent need of a job with a good salary. Those capitals who are inhumane and want to cheat their compatriots have targeted this vulnerable group, taking advantage of their mentality and low cultural level, and offering a job with a monthly salary of 10,000 yuan - truck driver.

They said that the company has cooperation with freight terminals and airports, and there are too many orders to transport them all. After the lure of high salaries, they have to find a lot of people to help them. They also said that five years of driving experience and good credit are required, setting a threshold to gain trust, indicating that this job is not so easy to get.

Then he said that the company didn't have enough trucks, and you needed to take out a loan to buy one yourself. The salary would be based on how much work you do, and as long as you were willing to work hard, you would definitely make a lot of money.

The biggest advantage of Chinese people is that they are willing to endure hardship. Once you buy a car, you are trapped. The orders become fewer and fewer every day, and in the end you cannot repay the loan. When you want to sell the car to pay off the money and consider yourself unlucky, the down payment is gone, and you also lose the car, because what they asked you to sign is not a car purchase contract, but a financial lease.

Just like an unfinished house, the law will never protect ordinary people, and those people will always leave many back doors for themselves.

This kind of routine is endless, ordinary people have no way to deal with it, and those people will not be punished by law.

Zhang Feng didn't really lie to them. At least he gave them a job with a good salary. However, their freedom would be restricted in the future, and they might never be able to return to America.

In Monkey Manor, in Zhang Feng’s study.

"Boss, the overseas branch of Meihua Company has currently recruited 3000 people, and including their families, the total number of people is 15000." Guan Mao reported to Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, tapping the table rhythmically with his fingers. He was thinking about what to do next. Guan Mao saw that Zhang Feng was silent and felt a little uneasy, wondering if his boss was not satisfied with his work.

"Well, let's arrange a ship to transport these people over first. Little John, the second-hand machines I asked you to buy before should also be transported over first." Zhang Feng said after a moment.

After Little John came back from Madagascar, Zhang Feng gave him the next task, which was to go with Paulson to buy second-hand machines from various companies that were bankrupt or about to go bankrupt.

The current prices of these second-hand machines are so low that it is unimaginable. Even a machine that is 80% to 90% new costs less than one-tenth of a new one. This is a good opportunity for Zhang Feng to pick up a bargain. Even so, others still have to say thank you to him. After all, no one else will buy these pieces of junk now. Zhang Feng's move is undoubtedly charity.

"Okay, boss." They both replied.

After nearly a year, the two shipyards that Zhang Feng had previously acquired produced a lot of ships. Now the shipping capacity of the Meihua Trading Company has greatly increased, so there are enough ships to transport these people and goods out.

"Let's arrange it this way in the future. As long as we have enough cargo to load a ship, we will arrange for transportation immediately and try to increase efficiency to avoid any accidents." Zhang Feng said again after pondering for a moment.

"Boss, our intelligence personnel have obtained a lot of useful technologies. Some people have contacted us and are willing to sell us their company's technical secrets, but the price is relatively high." Guan Mao said this after Zhang Feng finished arranging the tasks.

"Pack all the technologies and ship them to Madagascar. As for the others, you can apply for a fund to trade these technologies. Take advantage of this opportunity and get as much as you can." Zhang Feng was very satisfied with Guan Mao's work and responded readily.

Many people are having difficulty in production nowadays. No matter they are still working in the company or have been fired, they all need money to give themselves a sense of security, so it is not a big deal to do things that sell out the interests of the company.

Zhang Feng wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly accumulate his own foundation, involving multiple industries, so that he would not have to rely solely on the uncertain things in his mind in the future, because he felt that he was almost hollowed out.

But it is a bit expensive. Even if he earns hundreds of millions every year, it is far from enough. His business is too big, so he can only choose to spend money where it is important and use it where it matters most.

"Okay, let's arrange it this way." Zhang Feng ended today's meeting.

A week later, at the dock, several brand new cargo ships loaded with white people and goods left the port and headed towards Madagascar.

(End of this chapter)