Chapter 164: Ch.163 Recruitment in Progress

Chapter 164: Ch.163 Recruitment in Progress

Watching people line up to enter the warehouse in the distance, with some emerging with smiles on their faces, Su Ming casually lit a cigar, filling the car with smoke.

This was a win-win situation. He was helping them during difficult times, and in return, they would create value for him.

"Looks like we might recruit 20,000 people tonight."

He continued looking out the window as he spoke to Gin, who was seated beside him.

The car's heater was on, the engine continuously running, converting power into warmth, making the interior feel like spring.

The lawyer, codenamed Vodka, who had received a $1,000 bonus, was more motivated than ever. Knowing Su Ming's ambitions for expanding his industries, he had negotiated to acquire several factories at incredibly low prices, including an automobile manufacturing company.

Originally, the automotive industry was planned for the second phase of development, but advancing the timeline wouldn't make much difference.

So, Su Ming quickly sketched out designs for future classic Rolls-Royce models. To impress their new boss and avoid layoffs, the workers at the car factory reverse-engineered the internal structure of the car's shell and, in just two weeks, hand-built a prototype that was ahead of its time.

Apart from the engine and transmission, which were somewhat lacking, everything else in this era was top-tier luxury.

Su Ming had no intention of laying off workers, though the luxury car wouldn't be of much use during wartime. The factory's production line would need to be converted to produce large trucks or Jeeps.

All current products had to be geared toward preparing for the upcoming war.

He had already hired political fixers to make connections within the military. Although World War II was still ten years away, it was better to make friends sooner rather than later.

Eisenhower was currently a junior officer at the War Department, holding the rank of major, but ten years from now, he would be the Supreme Commander of the U.S. forces, and twenty years later, the 34th President of the United States.

Marshall was now a teacher at the Infantry School at Fort Benning, but he would eventually become Secretary of State and Secretary of Defense.

Halsey was currently just the captain of the training ship *USS Reina Mercedes*, and Nimitz was commanding coastal submarines, but eventually, they would command the entire Pacific fleet.

Patton and MacArthur hadn't risen to prominence yet, but by offering them some assistance now, Su Ming could expect significant returns in the future.

Bringing his thoughts back, the sound of the sea wind howling outside reached his ears, while the warm air inside the car fogged up the windows.

Gin remained calm, simply watching the people lining up before him. He had been with Su Ming for several years now, and in all that time, his boss's appearance and physique hadn't changed one bit—definitely not the behavior of an ordinary person.

However, he kept this thought to himself, treating it as a personal secret.

Adjusting his glasses, a flicker of an indescribable emotion crossed his eyes, but he quickly turned to his bodyguards to issue an order.

"Go bring out the prepared food. The people who attend the recruitment will be part of the family, so let them take whatever they want."

It sounded impressive, but in reality, it was just a few truckloads of sandwiches and burgers—products processed on their own farms and ranches, costing almost nothing but perfect for winning over people's hearts at a crucial moment.

In the cold winter night, the food had frozen solid, so the recruits would probably have to take it home and warm it up before they could eat it.

But if they could take as much as they wanted, at least their families wouldn't go hungry. This would inspire the workers to be more enthusiastic and work harder for the boss.

A man in black heard the order and set off to carry it out, but at that moment, a lawyer approached Gin.

"Mr. Gin, I've found the person you asked us to watch out for."

Actually, it wasn't Gin who had instructed them to watch someone, but rather Su Ming. Gin didn't know why Su Ming wanted to keep tabs on certain surnames or why he had gathered so much information on them, but it wasn't his job to ask questions—just to follow orders.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. His name is Joseph Rogers. His wife is Sarah Rogers, of Irish descent, blond hair, and blue eyes. They live in Brooklyn and have a son named Steven, who is nine years old. He came with a friend named Barnes, who served in the military. Black hair, black eyes—matches the description you gave perfectly."

The lawyer whispered the information while internally speculating about what might be wrong with these two people.

Gin nodded, a smile forming on his face—a smile that the lawyer found rather terrifying.

"Excellent. Give them the best employment contracts and place them in the shipyard office. Later, provide me with a copy of their registration forms. The company will arrange a bonus for you."

"Understood, sir."

Gin glanced into the crowd, spotting the two men at the front of one of the lines, confirming that they matched the description Su Ming had given. He then quickly returned to the car.