A doctor who travels through two eras

Liu Mengxiong couldn't continue speaking at this point, and even this optimist couldn't help but cry.

Upon hearing this, many of the onlookers wiped away tears again, clearly indicating that Shisanlang's words had touched upon many people's painful memories.

Lin Sanqi patted Liu Mengxiong on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Everything is in the past, what's past is past, the important thing is to look forward. When you've achieved success in Hong Kong, return home in glory, and all the hardships will become your medals of honor."

Liu Mengxiong wiped away her tears and said firmly:
“I’m not going back. I’ll never go back in this lifetime. My whole family is dead. I’m the only one who escaped. From now on, Hong Kong will be my home.”

Lin Sanqi paused for a moment, thinking that it was normal for young people to say some angry words when they were wronged.

We should all love our country, but the country should also love its people; these are mutually reinforcing.

"By the way, what did you do in mainland China before?"

Liu Mengxiong then remembered that this was an interview, so she replied seriously:
"I graduated from Guangxi Agricultural University and worked as a middle school teacher after graduation. Later... so I understand English, and although my Cantonese is not standard, it is not a problem for daily communication."

After arriving in Hong Kong, those who flee to Hong Kong often try every means to conceal their identities, and this concealment usually begins with correcting their accents.

Many of those who fled to Hong Kong came from the Guangdong and Guangxi regions and could speak fluent Cantonese, but locals in Hong Kong could still quickly distinguish between Hong Kong-style Cantonese and Cantonese-style Cantonese.

For example, mainlanders say things like toilet, latrine, outhouse, and septic tank, while Hong Kongers are more sophisticated and say "toilet".

Hong Kong locals can tell you're from the mainland just by listening to some everyday phrases.

Lin Sanqi doesn't mind whether Cantonese is standard or not, as long as they can communicate normally and avoid talking at cross purposes, otherwise business will be impossible.

Upon hearing that Liu Mengxiong was from Guangxi, Lin Sanqi smiled and said to Wang Jin and Huang Xiaoji beside him:

"Oh, is this your fellow villager?"

Wang Jin responded, "I recognized the accent a long time ago."

Lin Sanqi learned a famous Guangxi idiom that would later become known: "Cousin, I'm out."

hahaha~~~
The staff at Lingnan Pharmaceutical next to them laughed, clearly flattering their boss and providing plenty of emotional support.

Liu Mengxiong's lips twitched, thinking that the Guangxi dialect was really strange, but he still grinned foolishly along with it.

Lin Sanqi then picked up an English newspaper and said:

"Diplomas are no longer important, and there's no online academic information service like China Higher Education Student Information System (CHESICC) anymore, so there's no way to verify their authenticity. However, if you can speak standard Mandarin and English, then you can't go wrong, even if you're not a college graduate."

Lin Sanqi was saying this to those around him; he didn't value diplomas, only abilities.

After reading the English newspaper, Liu Mengxiong successfully joined Lingnan Pharmaceutical.

After interviewing two people, the onlookers realized that the company was genuinely looking for employees, offering the highest salaries and benefits, and could also help them obtain Hong Kong identity cards.

Now, even those who were initially hesitant have flocked to sign up.

Seeing the refugees eagerly signing up, Lin Sanqi handed the stall over to Uncle Lin Liu:
"Sixth Uncle, I'll leave the rest to you. Actually, the people I want are simple. There's only one criterion: poise and confidence. As for diplomas, they're not important. As long as they can speak English, almost everyone will be a college graduate."

Uncle Lin nodded, having a pretty good idea of ​​what kind of employees his nephew liked.

But clearly, the tragic stories told by the three young refugees touched his heartstrings; to put it simply, Uncle Lin was soft-hearted.

"Seven, Uncle Six has something I'd like to discuss with you. Do you think we could hire more people from mainland China to work in the company?"

Lin Sanqi asked curiously, "Oh, Sixth Uncle, do you have some new ideas?" Sixth Uncle Lin instructed the staff to begin recruitment, then pulled Lin Sanqi aside.
"Nao, this is what Sixth Uncle thinks. Several companies under our family name are developing very rapidly now. Whether it is the pharmaceutical industry, the sand and gravel company, or the logistics and transportation company, they all need manpower."

Could we recruit more from this group of refugees and give them a way to survive?
Look at the conditions here, they're absolutely terrible. While they won't starve, the Hong Kong government treats them like pigs, providing no basic medical care and nowhere to get treatment when they're sick.

Lin Sanqi understood; it was his sixth uncle's sudden outpouring of sympathy, which put him in a somewhat awkward position.
"Sixth Uncle, as you know, the companies under our family name all have professional requirements. For example, hospitals require medical degrees, pharmacies require knowledge of foreign languages ​​and Cantonese, and even the transportation team requires the ability to drive large trucks. These are not jobs that ordinary people can do."

Uncle Lin was clearly not giving up, so he offered another suggestion:

“Then we can also set up some garment factories and textile factories. These jobs don’t have high requirements, and anyone can do them as long as they are willing to work hard.”

Looking at the densely packed wooden houses in front of him, Lin Sanqi felt somewhat conflicted.

Setting up a garment factory or textile factory doesn't require high qualifications, but these factories have very thin profit margins and rely entirely on exploiting workers to make money.

If the Lin family truly exploits their compatriots in mainland China, making them work 16 hours a day without rest year-round, they will definitely be condemned as a heartless factory, a family without conscience, and one whose initial wealth was tainted with blood.

But if he doesn't exploit them, it's like having to support tens of thousands of mainland compatriots. Will the Lin family's financial resources be able to support that?
Besides, as someone in the pharmaceutical industry, he might not necessarily be able to get orders from the textile sector; he lacks connections.

Of course, he could also bring advanced textile machines from another time, such as one worker managing eight textile machines, but that would require a certain level of worker skill and a large number of workers, and would not provide a large number of jobs.

Moreover, Lin Sanqi also knew that Hong Kong was about to enter an era of real estate and financial services, and that the overall decline of industry was a foregone conclusion.

When factories close down in large numbers and many workers lose their jobs, and these refugees from the mainland are dependent on the Lin family, the Lin family will be in a passive position. They can't really form a Big Circle Gang, can they?

If the hope of a peaceful and prosperous life for refugees in the mainland is not realized in the future, all the back and forth could very well turn into a situation where kindness is appreciated but resentment is created by excessive kindness.

Lin Sanqi finally shook his head and explained:
"Sixth Uncle, I understand your sympathy for our compatriots, but there are hundreds of thousands of people who have fled to Hong Kong. This is a heavy responsibility that our Lin family cannot take on."

Once we are ready to take over these refugees, the Hong Kong government will definitely agree to get rid of this huge burden, and let our Lin family manage hundreds of thousands of people, taking care of all their food, lodging, and care for them from birth to death.

"Sixth Uncle, have you ever considered whether our Lin family is already strong enough to support hundreds of thousands of people? If things go wrong, our whole family could be dragged down, after all, our Lin family hasn't even completed its initial capital accumulation yet."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Lin sighed heavily and said:
"Seven, you're right. I was just being naive."

Lin Sanqi thought for a moment and said:

“We’ll figure out a solution to this slowly. For example, since Uncle Wu currently controls a sand and gravel company, we can set up our own construction company in the future, buy land and build houses. This will require a large number of construction workers, which we can recruit from the refugees.”

In addition, our current 35 pharmacies are only the first phase. We plan to open pharmacies all over Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, and even the world. This will require a large number of staff, and we can also select staff from these refugees.

I see there are still many children in the refugee camps. We can set up schools in the camps and provide free education for the children. Then we can set up vocational schools to train the talent we need for future use.

Even right now, our family could contribute some funds to establish a hospital in the refugee camp, providing basic medical services to our compatriots from the mainland. Uncle Liu, what do you think?

Upon hearing this, Uncle Lin's eyes lit up instantly:
"Alright, Seven, you've thought of everything. I'll do as you say right away, and I'm sure your father won't object."

On the way home, Lin Sanqi kept thinking about this question.

Hundreds of thousands of refugees could be a burden if not handled properly, but if handled well, they could become the Lin family's base of operations in Hong Kong.

However, figuring out the right balance is not something that can be decided on a whim.

If the Lin family were to take over these hundreds of thousands of refugees without a complete plan, they would likely be the first to suffer the consequences.

Therefore, Lin Sanqi could only proceed with extreme caution, daring not to harbor any sympathy whatsoever. (End of Chapter)