The Rise Of A Billionaire 1943

This was an opportunity!

Although Pierre appeared dissatisfied, he immediately saw an opportunity amid the setbacks—a chance to directly hire staff from China.

No middlemen taking a cut.

Although the personnel sent from home had all undergone several months of training and could be put to work right away with good discipline, in the end, they were still trained by someone else.

Your own children are always better.

By recruiting and training his own people, he would not only have his "own children," but also gain a hidden advantage—no one would know exactly how many people he had recruited.

If he always relied on others, there would inevitably be limits on personnel. But if he recruited on his own, the numbers would be entirely under his control. As far as Pierre was concerned, the more people, the better.

Of course, the biggest challenge at the moment was transportation. For now, people could only be moved via the Hump air route, but by next year, once the Sino-Indian highway opened, the transportation problem would be solved.

The most important thing was manpower!

…

The plane lumbered through the snowy skies above the Himalayas, its engines wheezing like an asthmatic's cough.

"Heavens above, please don't let us run into any Japanese planes!"

Zhu Yihai worried about the plane crashing into the snow-covered mountains even as he prayed not to encounter Japanese fighters.

For the past six months, Zhu Yihai had been stationed in Assam. His job was simple: receive the boss's donated supplies and dispatch urgently needed materials to China. Unlike the former chief of staff—removed due to the China aid scandal—who withheld supplies, Zhu Yihai always managed to allocate materials according to China's most pressing needs and priorities.

Thanks to smooth cooperation and high efficiency, the new theater chief of staff had even contracted out the transportation and distribution of US aid supplies to Zhenhua Company. In reality, it was just warehousing and logistics management, but their efficiency was due to one thing—Zhu Yihai had brought dozens of logistics professionals from the US and introduced modern logistics systems, which greatly improved efficiency.

Just as he was thriving in Assam—even finding himself a high-caste Indian girlfriend—a telegram from the boss forced him to risk a trip to China.

"Manpower."

While praying, Zhu Yihai thought to himself:

"If the boss gave me this assignment, he must be after more manpower. Maybe it's for…"

Preparing to go to Borneo in the future...

Now, this task was right in front of Zhu Yihai. Over the past six months, he had gained a thorough understanding of the domestic situation, and through his work in warehousing and logistics, he had also established some connections with the country's top leadership.

Zhu Yihai wasn't particularly worried about completing the task. However, when he thought about the boss's plans for Borneo, he couldn't help but feel a bit concerned—worried that the boss was investing too much energy over there.

He didn't know how long he sat there thinking, but in the end, Zhu Yihai took a deep breath and thought to himself:

"Whatever, let's just get the boss's assignment done first. As for the rest, let the boss worry about it!"

Yes, rather than worrying about things that might never happen, it was better to focus on the task at hand: recruiting as many employees as possible.

"Mr. Zhu, here's the first draft of our recruitment advertisement. Do you see anything that needs changing?"

Taking the draft ad that Sun Chengang handed over, Zhu Yihai glanced at it and said:

"It's basically fine. Just add one more line: Outstanding employees will have the opportunity to study at an American university, with all expenses covered by the company."

After saying this, he turned to his subordinates in the cabin and said:

"Everyone, listen up. We're not just going back to recruit ordinary workers—we also need to recruit highly educated people. The company is willing, and even eager, to sponsor employees to pursue further studies at American universities. Be sure to tell them about this opportunity. After all, there should be plenty of people interested in studying abroad."

As everyone responded in agreement, Zhu Yihai glanced at the packages in the cabin—inside were not money, but letters. Over ten thousand letters sent from France, written by the search team members to their families and friends, now being brought back to China. Of course, there were also their remittances.

He believed that soon, through these letters and remittances, people back home would quickly learn how Zhenhua Company treated its employees, and what kind of work this was.

At this moment, Zhu Yihai had no idea that, in the years to come, he would remain in China, and amidst the dramatic changes sweeping the country, he too would play a leading role in a storm that began in the southwest and stirred up an unprecedented whirlwind in the hearts of countless educated youths.

...

On one side, there was a shortage of personnel at the front, leading to recruitment. On the other side?

Some people were being transferred back from the front lines.

"Why are there so many people being transferred—seventy-six, really?"

Looking at the list in his hand, Feng Zhijie asked in confusion.

"That's almost half a squad. With manpower so tight right now, if so many people are transferred, does that mean we won't be carrying out search missions anymore?"

Feng Zhijie, a graduate of the Central Military Academy, was the captain of the Third Search Squad. He originally had five squads under his command, but now dozens of people—most of them college graduates—were being transferred out. Naturally, he was displeased.

"This is a decision from headquarters, Captain Feng. Please notify them to assemble as soon as possible."

Although he didn't understand, Feng Zhijie still chose to obey. After all, a soldier's duty is to obey orders. But before leaving, he couldn't help but ask about the reason for the transfer.

"Secretary Xu, why exactly is headquarters transferring these people? Is there something new happening?"

As he spoke, he took out a pack of Camel cigarettes, offering one to Xu Wei.

Lighting his cigarette, Xu Wei said quietly,

"You probably won't believe it, but these people are all going to a preparatory class."

"Preparatory class? What kind of preparatory class?"

"A preparatory class for studying in America. The boss has decided to select a group of employees to study at American universities—three hundred people in total, all in science and engineering. I'm really envious. If I'd known, I wouldn't have studied literature back then..."

People always fear choosing the wrong path in life. Xu Wei regretted it a bit now, but then again, he could always study on his own.

"Studying at an American university?"

Feng Zhijie stared in astonishment.

"That's right, it's studying abroad, but sponsored by the company. The company pays the tuition, and it's even more reliable than being a government-sponsored student. You get paid while you study, and after graduation, you go straight into the company—with promotions and raises guaranteed."

Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, Xu Wei's eyes were full of envy. As for Feng Zhijie, he stood there dumbfounded, his face full of shock...

The company was actually sending people to study abroad—how could there be such a good thing in the world?