Manila, without the sound of gunfire, suddenly becomes a little difficult to adapt to.

The civilians who were hiding from XZ in the Middle East during the war could not believe that the war was really over at first.

When they were sure that they no longer had to be afraid of the Japanese, they all came out of their hiding places, some with tears streaming down their faces, and some at a loss.

Yes, the war is over, but what about them?

Their homes were destroyed.

Everything about them was ruined.

The war is over, but they still have to live.

How can we survive now that we have nothing?

Because of this, vicious cases in Manila began to increase.

Mainly it was robbery, which led to all kinds of things including murder.

Now, security here mainly relies on the US military.

The problem is that the US military is generally unwilling to deal with such matters as long as it does not involve itself.

Sometimes I just watch the robberies happening and remain indifferent.

They just need to protect their own interests from being harmed.

What do other things have to do with them?

The same is true for the Port of Manila.

This is the top priority of Manila, even far more than Malacañang Palace.

Moreover, in order to ensure the safety of Manila Port, not only the Raider Battalion commanded by Meng Shaoyuan, MacArthur even personally ordered the mobilization of a company under the command of Meng Shaoyuan to strengthen the defense of Manila Port.

The Manila Port Management Company recruited a large number of workers.

Moreover, as soon as these capitalists took over the Port of Manila, they revealed their ferocious cannibalism.

They recruit workers, all they want are young people, and they don't get paid.

The only reward is two meals a day.

But this alone has made countless Filipinos flock to it.

Now, in Manila, although humanitarian aid has begun to flow in, it is a drop in the bucket and cannot cover the suffering people in Manila at all.

Moreover, even with such a small amount of supplies, a large amount of supplies were withheld by the Philippine officials responsible for the distribution of supplies.

As a result, the supplies that can be distributed to the people are simply pitiful.

Therefore, a large number of Filipinos, even after the war, still live a life of hunger.

Now, the Port of Manila has begun recruiting workers. Although there is no salary, they will at least have two meals a day.

This is the hope of living!

Therefore, from the first moment when the Manila Port Management Company recruited workers, there was a long queue of applicants.

Recruitment is not Meng Shaoyuan's responsibility.

Of course, Master Meng is still very busy with what he has to do every day.

I have to toss with Peng Bilan for a long time every night.

Then, in the morning, Peng Bilan went to the Manila Port Management Company very early.

He, Master Meng, has to sleep until after ten o'clock in the morning.

Then it was a boring day wandering around.

On this day, I don't know what was wrong with Master Meng's head, but he got up before nine o'clock.

After breakfast, we took Li Zhifeng to wander around Manila Port again.

"Boss, we can't do this. I only eat and sleep every day, and I'm getting fat." Li Zhifeng said with some complaint.

"Humans are just mean." Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "Before, I was fighting every day, and I was always thinking about when there would be peace.

It’s really peaceful, and I’m thinking about fighting again. But we’d rather be bored, get fat, and do nothing all day long, because I don’t want to see bloodshed anymore.”

Li Zhifeng said nothing more.

There are still long queues at the recruitment office.

Although a lot of workers have been recruited in the past two days, the Port of Manila is so big and is recovering rapidly. The number of ships entering and exiting has increased, and the cargo coming and going has begun to accumulate. There are still a large number of gaps in employment.

Several US troops were responsible for maintaining order.

One American soldier took out a cookie and put it in his mouth to eat. He also took out a bottle of Coca-Cola and took a sip.

As a result, the Filipinos in line couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

Meng Shaoyuan was also bored and began to look at these Filipinos.

He himself also needs people.

Xie Changcheng is trying to find a way to contact Xu Zhu and Gan Ning to start implementing the transportation plan.

Once your supplies arrive, you will also need a lot of workers.

"that person."

Meng Shaoyuan's expression suddenly changed: "Bring that person out."

The person he was talking about was a man in the team who was in his forties, with unkempt hair and a withered appearance.

Li Zhifeng didn't know what the young master wanted to do with this man, but he still brought this man to the young master.

Facing the U.S. military officer, this man cowered, lowered his head and said nothing.

"Raise your head." Meng Shao originally said in English.

But this man didn't understand English and didn't respond at all.

"Raise your head." Meng Shaoyuan spoke in the local language again.

Since arriving in the Philippines, Meng Shaoyuan has been tinkering with the local language every day. Although he is not proficient in it now, he has no problem communicating normally.

The man finally raised his head.

"Name."

"Xiang Haizhong."

"Oh, overseas Chinese?"

Xiang Haizhong nodded hurriedly.

Meng Shaoyuan immediately switched to Chinese: "Age?"

"Twenty-nine."

Meng Shaoyuan had another surprise.

Xiang Haizhong looked forty years old, but who would have thought he was only twenty-nine years old.

"When did you come to Manila?"

Xiang Haizhong said cautiously: "My grandfather's generation came to Manila and has been doing business here. After several generations, we can be considered to have some savings.

But when the Japanese came, everything was gone. The Japanese confiscated all the property of my Xiang family, and we were suffering. Originally, as long as we endured, we would always get ahead.

Unexpectedly, the war came again. My family members died, and some were arrested. I hid in XZ and barely survived until now. I wanted to find my family, but I couldn’t find any of them."

Having said this, he wiped his eyes.

"Hey, you are just one of countless tragedies." Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "So, you come here to find a job?"

Xiang Haizhong nodded: "There is no food at all. I am so hungry that I can't stand it anymore."

Meng Shaoyuan sighed: "Sometimes, I met a person who spoke very sincerely and openly, and almost everyone trusted him.

But I discovered the problem at a glance. All this man's sincerity was to cover up his lies.

I asked him to raise his head and look at me, and he really did. I looked at him for a few seconds, and then asked him, 'Who are you! What is your true identity!'

"

Xiang Haizhong lowered his head and said nothing, as if he didn't understand what the other party was saying at all.

Meng Shaoyuan took out the cigarette and handed it to Xiang Haizhong.

Xiang Haizhong shook his head.

Meng Shaoyuan lit one himself and took a nice sip: "Today's weather is really nice."

Li Zhifeng couldn't even figure out what his boss was going to do.

Meng Shaoyuan grinned: "Raise your head and look at me!"

Xiang Haizhong raised his head.
Chapter completed!