Mu Yang quickly stepped forward, pointed at the group of soldiers responsible for burying the corpses and cursed: "Bitch, what are you doing!"

"Sir, is there anything wrong?" the logistics soldier asked in confusion.

"Why don't they have coffins? Are you just burying them in the soil?" Mu Yang said angrily.

"Sir, they are Chinese workers."

"Of course I know they are Chinese workers, but why there is no coffin? Are you lazy? Or are you deducting their coffin?"

The logistics soldier said a little aggrievedly: "We didn't deduct anything. It's always like this. Laborers don't give coffins or tombstones."

Mu Yang was stunned, "Whose order is this? Is it the request of your logistics officer?"

"No, this is an order from the headquarters, and there was no coffin from the beginning."

"Bastards, they are all fucking bastards." Mu Yang cursed directly, not knowing whether it was the person who gave the order or the Liang Bo who scolded the entire white world.

These Chinese people are born and die for you, and they can’t even get a thin coffin until they die. They are so cold and cold.

"I don't care about anything else. These Chinese workers must prepare a coffin and a tombstone for them. This is the minimum respect that a deceased should have."

"But I can't make the decision, I have to get the order from the superior." Then the logistics soldier spread his hands and expressed helplessness.

"Bastard," Mu Yang couldn't help but curse again.

"Okay, I'll pay the money. You are responsible for burying the Chinese. I'll pay the money." Mu Yang said with anger.

"Are you sure? There are 188 Chinese workers' bodies here. You are sure you pay the money yourself." The logistics soldier asked in disbelief.

"I'm very sure that I'll pay the money, and you can also notify the headquarters, or even the coalition command, that as long as the body of the Chinese worker is buried, I'll pay the money for the coffin and tombstone. My name is Joseph Williams, the company commander of the 1st Company of the 21st Division of the West Yorkshire Regiment, the 21st Division of the Third Legion." Mu Yang directly issued his name.

Claire Calvin and others looked at Mu Yang with a little stunned, wondering why he was so excited. Although he knew that he was really good to those Chinese workers, he took the initiative to bear the consolidation costs of all Chinese workers on the battlefield, which would require a lot of money.

Claire pulled Mu Yang's clothes and whispered: "Company Commander, this is just a small cemetery near us. You know. The corpses of Chinese workers in the entire coalition should be very large, which requires a lot of money."

"I know, but I still insist on paying the money. Chinese people have a custom that the dead are buried in peace. They worked hard all their lives before they die. Do they still have to be ruthlessly abandoned after they die? I must do something, Claire. Don't persuade me, I know what I am doing." Mu Yang said with certainty. Looking at Mu Yang's firm expression, Claire was not easy to persuade me.

That afternoon, Mu Yang met a businessman named Aldridge. Aldridge was the owner of a coffin shop in France and had a very big business. Later, he joined forces with the coalition and built the coffin business into the army.

There are many dead people here. Although the money he earns needs to be given to those big men. The logistics department below also needs to manage some things, but in general, Aldridge still made a lot of money and has now entered the ranks of French merchants.

The soldiers from France and Britain converged. The coffins used were ordered from him, and then Aldridge was pulled over according to the number of troops needed. What Mu Yang said quickly reached Aldridge. Aldridge was worthy of being a qualified businessman. He saw another business opportunity, a huge business opportunity. So he rushed over in person.

"Mr. Williams, let's first determine whether you are really willing to pay for the money yourself to provide the Chinese workers with a good coffin. This is not a coffin or two, but involves thousands of coffins. This is a lot of money, so I have to make sure it is clear." Aldridge asked.

"I'm sure to tell you Mr. Aldridge, yes, I'll pay for it myself, you'll give the coffin and let the logistics department restrain the burial of the Chinese workers. Of course, there's no need to doubt whether I have the ability to pay. I will give you a part of the deposit first, and after the matter is finished, we will make the final settlement."

"Very good, that's fine, but we have to sign a contract to guarantee the interests of both of us. Do you see if there is any problem with the contract?"

As he said that, Aldridge took out a handwritten contract from his arms, a very simple sale contract, with the specifications, prices, and quantities of the coffin calculated based on the future use. Mu Yang glanced and signed his own name.

"Mr. Williams, those Chinese workers who have been buried in the past, are you willing to prepare a coffin and a tombstone for them?"

Aldridge deserves to be a qualified profiteer.

"As long as you can provide the real names of those people and confirm that they are Chinese workers, I can pay the bill. However, I will send someone to supervise you. If you cheat, the consequences will be." Mu Yang did not finish speaking, but Zhi glanced at Aldridge with a cold look, which made Aldridge unconsciously shudder.

In the evening, the coffin company brought in a batch of good coffins and buried the dead Chinese workers.

The same thing happened in other cemeteries on the battlefield. People were surprised at first that they actually gave the laborers coffins, and they were also good coffins.

Later, it became more and more popular. Even the coalition command heard about this news. Mu Yang's name was once again mentioned in the army. Mu Yang has now become a celebrity in the army.

Mu Yang returned to Malmo Manor, took out a box of gold bars from the treasure house, and after he came back, he paid the deposit with half of the gold.

Seeing Aldridge driving with gold in his arms, when the Peugeot vintage car left with blue smoke, Mu Yang cursed fiercely: "You took mine today. Sooner or later, I will let you, France, and the whole of Europe spit out thousands of times more money to pay off today's account. It won't be too long, wait."

The matter was almost done. Mu Yang called Wang Dashuan and all the Chinese workers in his company and told him that he had paid for the Chinese workers to buy coffins and tombstones. Finally, Mu Yang said: "I will hire some translators for you. Of course, you'd better contact the Chinese workers' Federation to supervise the profiteering businessman Aldridge and not let him cheat."

After listening to Mu Yang's story, Wang Dashuan was already in tears, and other Chinese workers also started to cry. Wang Dashuan suddenly bowed to Mu Yang, "Company Commander, thank you for everything you have done for the Chinese." Others also followed suit and bowed deeply to Mu Yang, and Mu Yang quickly helped everyone up.

"No need to thank me. I just thought I should do that, so I did it, but the supervision in the future will depend on you." Mu Yang said.

"Company Commander, don't worry, we must do this supervision well. Although the Chinese Workers Association can't stand up from the foreign army, I'll send a few people to supervise the merchants. I guess they can still do it. Besides, this is also accumulating blessings for their Chinese Workers Association. Maybe they will brag in the newspapers when they return to China, saying that they have restrained the bodies of Chinese workers and how good they have done. This is their usual style."
Chapter completed!