Chapter 33
Let me say this here. Chinatown is not a street, but a name. There were many streets in Chinatown. I'll say it here so that when I write later, you won't say how there can be so many people on one street.
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In less than half an hour, thousands of people appeared in front of Wang Shuming, ranging from eighteen to thirty-eight years old. They all looked at Wang Shuming with anticipation.
Wang Shuming was dumbfounded. In less than half an hour, there were so many people. Many people went to other streets to inform the Chinese.
Just when Wang Shuming didn't know what to do, the old man brought more than ten young people carrying two tables, a few stools, some pens, and a stack of thick white paper.
He placed the table in front of Wang Shuming, the stool behind him, and the pens in front of him.
"How should I address you? Come, they all have their own skills. There are still some people coming later. You can choose whoever you want.”
The old man said to Wang Shuming.
"Grandpa, you don't have to be like this. My name is Wang Shuming. However, since you're all so enthusiastic, I'll register you today and send your registration information back to the country for my boss to decide. What do you think?"
Wang Shuming looked at the old man and smiled.
"It's my duty! It was only right! Why are you still standing there? They quickly lined up. Everyone lined up and waited for registration. After registration, they would go back and wait for the notification!”
The old man waved his hand, and the young people behind him immediately lined up.
"Huang Cheng, what are you still doing? Hurry up and make tea for Mr. Wang! You're still standing here!"
The old man saw a young man standing beside him and patted his head, pretending to be angry.
"Hehe! I'll go now!"
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Mudanjiang, Northeast Anti-Japanese Army Temporary Command
At this moment, Zhao Wenbin had already moved his headquarters to Mudanjiang. He sized up this temporary headquarters and nodded.
Mudanjiang was a good place. In the next two months or so, he might have to settle down here.
"Young Master, Wang Shuming is sending us electricity!”
Zhou Da walked into the command center with a thick document in his hand and handed it to Zhao Wenbin.
Zhao Wenbin looked at the sky outside.
"It's noon here now, and it's midnight in America. He sent a telegram back so late. It seems that there's an emergency!”
Zhao Wenbin smiled and picked up the documents.
After flipping through a few pages, he frowned.
"Information form?"
But Zhao Wenbin immediately knew what Wang Shuming meant.
"En! It seemed that these Chinese were not bad. Look, many of the young people here have gone to university. Some of them graduated from the economics department, some graduated from the mechanical design department, some graduated from the law department, some graduated from the literature department, some graduated from the education department, some graduated from the history department..."
Zhao Wenbin could not help but secretly click his tongue as he read on. In this period of time, perhaps many young people in China were uncultured, and there were not many cultured young people.
However, it had to be said that many of the young Chinese in the United States had a high level of culture.
There were many college students, from science and engineering students to liberal arts students. There were people from almost all kinds of departments and professions.
There were even some teachers among them. Zhao Wenbin kept nodding as he looked at them. Compared to the white people in America, Zhao Wenbin was actually more willing to recruit these Chinese.
First, they could speak Mandarin, which was their mother tongue. They would be recruited back to China, and there would be no language barriers, whether in teaching or in various jobs.
Secondly, compared to Caucasians, Zhao Wenbin was more willing to believe Chinese people with yellow skin and black eyes.
Zhao Wenbin closed the documents again and lit a cigarette for himself as he smoked slowly.
"Young Master, do we want these people?”
Zhou Da looked at Zhao Wenbin and asked.
"Yes! How could she not want it? I want all of them. Also, tell Wang Shuming that as long as all the Chinese in New York are willing to return to China to develop and work, we welcome them.
In addition, he asked Wang Shuming to select food and meat before going to the cities with large Chinese settlements to recruit them again. Also, tell him to hurry up with the company I asked him to buy.
Try to acquire more useful companies. In addition, you can recruit real talents such as aircraft designers, ship designers, metal materials engineers, and so on. Money was not a problem. For this type of talent, money was not the key.”
The development of a country could not be separated from talents, and could not be separated from all kinds of talents. To develop a country, it was not possible to rely on a few top scientists. It required thousands of talents.
Therefore, Zhao Wenbin didn't object to Wang Shuming recruiting so many Chinese in the United States. Instead, he asked him to recruit more talents.
Zhou Da understood what Zhao Wenbin meant. He nodded and said,"I understand now! Please rest assured, young master. I will call Wang Shuming back immediately!”
After Zhou Da finished speaking, he turned around and left. Zhao Wenbin walked to his desk and picked up some documents to read.
After looking at it for a while, he walked to the sand table and planted some small flags representing his army in some places.
After a while, Zhou Da returned.
"Hmm? Why are you back? Has the telegram been sent?"
Zhao Wenbin looked at Zhou Da who had returned and asked with a frown.
"Young Master, I just received news that the two divisions of the Japanese have already arrived at Hailin County. He's currently resting in Hailin County."
Zhou Da looked at Zhao Wenbin and said with a serious expression.
"We're in Hailin County? Haha! I understand. You can leave now and let the intelligence personnel continue to investigate.”
Zhao Wenbin waved his hand and said.
"Yes, sir!"
Zhao Wenbin looked at the sand table for a while before muttering to himself,"It's almost March! Defense is not my style!"
"Signal soldier, pass down my order. Have the regiment commanders of the 1st to 6th Infantry Regiment come to my command center for a meeting tonight.”
"Yes, sir!"
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Hailin County
8th and 11th Division Joint Command
"According to our intelligence, the Chinese Army currently has about 20,000 soldiers in Mudanjiang. The main thing is that they are divided into six infantry regiments. They will place their forces on both sides of the Hailang River to prevent our army from attacking.”
The 8th Regiment Commander, General Seiyi, looked at the 11th Regiment Commander, General Harada, and said in a deep voice.
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