As the appointed time arrived, Zhu Wencong arrived at the slums once again with a large group of people.
This time they were on-site to recruit farm workers, with the person in charge of each big farm sitting on benches, all provided by the Chinese Business Association.
The farm didn't require a white management layer, everything was replaced by Easterners, as these were his core industries.
Those white people didn't even understand farming; their so-called techniques were no different from slash-and-burn in the eyes of Easterners.
"Did you miscalculate?" Su Yanqiao asked Zhu Wencong, as not a single person had come over, the scene was somewhat awkward.
"Er... Maybe they are out working odd jobs! Boss, do you want to go back first and come back in the afternoon?" Qiao Chunlu asked.
"No worries! I'll sit here all day today, there's not much else needing my attention!
