My Head of the Huaxia Expeditionary Force

Now that the construction work of the Yangon Shipyard is nearing completion, Liao Mingyu has spent a lot of resources and points to upgrade the sub-base, and subsequently the scale of the shipyard can be maximized.

We also have to admire the efficiency of the internal construction of the base. The three dry docks are basically completed, the equipment is in place, and one of them can start assembling the hull frame.

Especially those bionic mechanics at the base, they are so efficient at work, as if they were born for this, and they don't have to think about anything except work and eating.

However, due to system limitations, they are also insufficient in number. Although the number of biochemical workers in a shipyard can reach 500, in this era of insufficient automatic mechanization, many places still need people to make up the number.

Therefore, Liao Mingyu had to step up his recruitment among the private sector. As long as they passed the review, people with suitable conditions could go to work in the factory to increase the efficiency of the production line as much as possible.

So overnight, several temporary recruitment points appeared around Yangon, Bago, Mandalay and other densely populated cities and towns, and the announced wages were quite generous, attracting many people to sign up and wait and see.

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"Anki, hurry up, or you won't be able to catch up if you wait any longer!"

Behind the crowd, a thin old man with white hair was greeting people in Burmese and hurried to the registration point in front.

"I know, I know…"

Behind him were two young men wearing wicker hats. Their faces were obviously two brothers. They had wheat-colored complexions. Although they were both a bit thin, the muscles on their bodies were clearly defined.

"Dan, hurry up and go, or Dad will be unhappy again." The honest and simple eldest brother, Angki, was a little worried that his father would lose his temper, so he hurriedly urged his younger brother.

But unlike those Burmese people in the crowd who were eager to try, the young man named Dan had a casual and impatient expression, and seemed unwilling to come here.

"Dan, come here and take a look. What's written on it?"

The old man and the others finally squeezed through the crowd and arrived at the public notice office, where several lines of recruitment notices were written in Chinese and Burmese.

Neither the old man nor Angki can read. A few years ago, when his younger son Dan was helping out at the British church in Bago City, he learned some basic literacy skills from the priest and could basically understand Burmese and some English. .

Dan, whose face was full of displeasure, was pulled to the front. Under his father's stern eyes, he could only read out the announcement:

"The Yangon Port Factory needs a certain number of workers. Applicants with sound limbs and qualified age can be employed after passing the review. Each person will be paid 10 yuan per month and 10 kilograms of rice..."

"My dear...ten kilograms of rice and oil and salt every month?" The old man was so surprised by the generous reward that he opened his mouth wide and looked at his youngest son in disbelief.

"Don't be too happy. It is written above that you must stay in Yangon for at least three months. During this period, you are not allowed to go home or go out. God knows what will happen when you get there."

Dan paid no attention to these official notices, his tone full of contempt and suspicion.

The old man lowered his head and began to think. After all, this was how the Japanese used to trick ordinary people like them into working as coolies in mining or digging trenches. None of the first promises could be fulfilled, and many people died.

But he soon convinced himself in his heart, because several young people from the same village had gone there not long ago, and before leaving, they carried several bags of rice, some grain, oil and exchange vouchers issued by the expeditionary army to his house.

Although the Chinese people have not been in Myanmar for a long time, everyone can still see what they do. They are completely different from the Japanese. At least they are paid to work for them, and they are not as cruel and tormenting as the Japanese. "Hey! Wu Longbo, are you guys coming to join in the fun?"

While the old man was thinking, several middle-aged men from the same village came and greeted him.

"It's you young children, what are you doing...?"

The old man didn't know why, but he saw that several people on the other side were holding scrolls of paper with unknown contents in their hands, and their cheerful expressions were eye-catching.

"Hey, my brothers just came back from the registration office. It turns out it's all true... No, they directly paid them three months in advance."

As he spoke, the man shook the receipt in his hand and continued: "Let's not talk about it for now. I will send the things to my mother and let them go to the front to collect the things..."

After saying that, several people walked forward in a hurry. After several inquiries, the old man learned that those who finally passed the registration could have two choices.

One person receives the clothes and gets on the bus directly. The salary will be paid on time after the three-month construction period is over. During this period, food and accommodation will be arranged by the expeditionary force.

Otherwise, if they receive three months' pay in advance, the Chinese people will give them an exchange note, which they can leave with their families before departure, and let their family members go to the temporary military supplies office to exchange for corresponding supplies.

But if you choose the latter, you can't leave the square. You can let your family come in and take it away. You'll be surrounded by soldiers with guns and live ammunition watching, and they won't let you do it in vain.

When the first few people who had tasted the benefits spread the news, the crowd immediately started to get excited. With such generous conditions and being able to get paid in advance, no fool would refuse.

It's just that although the pay is good, the conditions are naturally not low. In addition to being a strong man with sound limbs and good health, he also needs to pass some spy tests and identity certificates. The people in the secret service camp have only one test method to prevent spies from being mixed into the crowd.

Looking at the crowds of people in front of him, Dan, who was bored, felt a little disdainful, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "Hey, it's so boring, I'm not going... Ouch!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he received a solid blow on the back of his head.

"It's boring. What are you interested in doing? If you don't cultivate the land well, you won't work well either. Now the Japanese have been driven away. There is such a good opportunity, but you are still talking nonsense!"

I don't know when my grumpy father came behind me. Dan covered his head and muttered in dissatisfaction: "It's not interesting in the first place..."

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and raised his stick again as if to beat him. At this time, the crowd was in an uproar, and suddenly a large group of people came outside the square.

It turned out that because the recruitment conditions were too attractive, the crowd became more and more chaotic. The person in charge of the recruitment office realized that the situation would get out of control if he did not control it, so he quickly reported it to his superiors and sent extra people to maintain order.

I saw that these Chinese soldiers who had just arrived were obviously different from the group that started to stand guard. They wore camouflage uniforms and carried shiny rifles on their backs, and came to the square in an orderly manner.

The crowd that had been noisy just now fell silent instantly, as if they were all shocked by the murderous temperament of the other party...

(End of this chapter)