Young Marshal: Many children bring more blessings, marry a wife who is as powerful as the world - Chapter 32

Chapter 32 If I Keep Pulling Like This, I’m Afraid I’ll Make the Fengtian Army Bald!

“Wow! It really is true that your dad is awesome!”

Zhang Xueming leapt out of Feng Zhi’s arms and excitedly walked out of the camp.

“Where are the laborers? Have they not yet been assigned dormitories?”

“Well… let’s have them move into the military camp for now!”

In the entire Daqing City, in addition to various factories, employee dormitories were also under construction!

Zhang Xueming had opted for the cylindrical building style used across the country in the 1960s and 70s. Actually, he wanted to build seven-story buildings like the modern “corn-shaped” towers, but high-rise construction was more difficult, requiring a lot of steel and concrete!

At this point in time, the country wasn’t like the future. In the future, China’s annual steel production surpasses that of the rest of the world combined, so they wouldn’t care about wasting steel and concrete.

But right now, he only had 500,000 tons of steel gifted by the system, so it was better to use it sparingly, preferring to make more weapons and tanks rather than buildings. So, he settled for building four-story cylindrical buildings.

These were actually proposed by experts from the Soviet Union. Each floor would house 12 families, divided into one-bedroom apartments with shared kitchens and bathrooms for every three families. This way, a four-story cylindrical building could house between 120 to 160 people. It was a very compact residence.

However, compared to older buildings, this design had one advantage. There would be indoor plumbing and collective heating. In the Republic of China, every winter, many poor families froze and starved to death!

For the extremely poor who could barely afford food, having a house with heating, hot water, and a job in a factory was like living in heaven. Right now, Zhang Xueming was having an engineering team build three large neighborhoods.

Each neighborhood would have 40 standard cylindrical buildings!

Two large bathhouses (separate for men and women)!

A community center (with a basketball court, ping pong tables, and various fitness equipment: although basketball and ping pong hadn’t been invented yet, the area was mostly used by factory workers to air their bedding).

And one performance hall (for arts performances, opera singing, music listening, and holiday celebrations).

In this way, a single neighborhood could accommodate 5,000 to 7,000 people. In the past, such a neighborhood would have been referred to as a “large compound.” The people living there would mostly be from the same factory.

The naming was simple—”First Dormitory of the Thermal Power Plant,” “First Dormitory of the Hydropower Plant,” “First Dormitory of the Cement Factory.”

When the other factories were built, the “Arms Factory Dormitory,” “Tank Factory Dormitory,” and “Chemical Factory Dormitory” would probably follow suit.

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“Commander, they’re over there.”

Ma Maoxun led Zhang Xueming to the front of the camp, where a team of laborers was walking toward them. As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, but insiders see the trick.

Seeing the neatly arranged laborer teams, Zhang Xueming furrowed his brow.

“Who led this team?”

The laborers were temporary workers from the local populace who had not received any military training. Usually, they’d be disorganized and sluggish during a march.

But this team was walking in perfect formation without showing any signs of sloppiness. The person leading them must be someone extraordinary.

Sure enough!

Upon hearing Zhang Xueming’s question, Ma Maoxun immediately replied, “The leader of the team seems to be Wang Yongjiang. He was a teacher at the Liaoyang Police Academy, and recently, after the commander expanded the army, he volunteered and became an officer in the Logistics Department!”

Damn!

The “moneybag” of the Fengtian Army, Wang Yongjiang!

It seemed that everything I had just said was coming true.

I had mentioned that I didn’t have anyone for internal affairs, and then my father sent Wang Yongjiang over!

Got him!

I must get him!

“Go! Bring Wang Yongjiang here!”

“Yes!”

After receiving the order, Zhang Maoxun mounted his horse and galloped toward the laborers’ team.

Zhang Xueming grinned.

I’ve already taken my sixth brother’s wife and second concubine, now I’m going to take my father’s “moneybag” too!

Hiss—

“At this rate, I’m afraid I’ll make the Fengtian Army bald!”

Just as Zhang Xueming was reflecting, he saw two riders swiftly returning, with Zhang Maoxun leading the way. Behind him was a person—tall and round-faced, with a mustache and a prominent belly!

He wore a black satin cotton jacket, looking more like a wealthy merchant from the northeast than a soldier.

In the future, Wang Yongjiang could be considered the founder of the northeast industrial base. He had once served as the supervisor of Fengtian Bank and the first president of Northeast University! He was also responsible for the Fengtian Army’s investment and fundraising projects.

When the old commander first took control of Fengtian, the army’s finances were in the red, with annual deficits of two or three million silver dollars!

After he took over the task of investment and financing, the Fengtian Army’s financial situation quickly turned around, and the next year, it became one of the top military factions. Some even called him a genius.

Moreover, what was even more miraculous was that, after working under Zhang Zuolin for several years, Wang Yongjiang, due to his disillusionment with the turmoil of the Warlord Era and the suffering of the common people, decided to retire early and live a peaceful life, much like Fan Li in the Warring States period, who helped King Goujian of Yue achieve greatness and then retired to a quiet life with his beloved woman, Xi Shi.

Such a talented person, having crossed paths with me, I can’t let him slip away. Zhang Xueming smiled and eagerly walked forward, grabbing Wang Yongjiang’s horse reins.

“Mr. Wang, it must have been hard on you. I’ve had my wife prepare a feast for you to welcome you to Daqing!”

As he spoke, he pulled the reins and led Wang Yongjiang toward the camp. At that moment, Wang Yongjiang on the horse felt as if his scalp was about to explode.

What’s going on?

This is my first time in Daqing, and the Fengtian Army’s young commander is personally holding my horse?

He hurriedly dismounted and said respectfully, “I can’t accept this, I can’t accept this. How can I allow the young commander to hold my reins?”

But Zhang Xueming replied, “Mr. Wang, you’re such a talented person. I’ve heard of you for a long time and have been eager to meet you, but there was never a chance.”

“Now that you’re here, it’s a perfect opportunity to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk?”

Zhang Xueming turned his head to one side.

“Ma Maoxun, send a team back to Fengtian to bring Mr. Wang’s family here as guests!”

???

Wang Yongjiang was utterly dumbfounded.

What on earth is going on?

How come, as soon as we meet, you’re already trying to bring my family over?

Young Commander!

This is really too much!