"The tentacles of the North Sea Monster are hollow giant conduits, which suck ice water from the surface of the sea, and then inject it into the depths of the rock crevasses through the tentacles to achieve the exchange of hot and cold water, and then suck the cooled hot water up through other tentacles and introduce it into the heating pipe, and then the slime reactor at the other end of the pipe can obtain a steady stream of heat energy. With the magic spar charging technology, the magic spar we obtain every day is measured in tons, which can fully meet the needs of daily production and life. ”

There was a hearty laugh in the team chat: "Two, welcome to the Anvil of the Seagod - the magical power supply center of the Dark God Cult. ”

Georgina said happily: "Brother Shaqi!"

"Welcome back, Nana. After drifting outside for so long, what do you think?"

"You're right, I lost. ”

Shaqi smiled: "It's all about winning or losing at this time." We are short of people, especially high-level alchemists like you. How's that, look at these, are you tempted?"

"It's a brilliant idea. However, I still ...... Well...... Aren't you afraid of luring that traitor from Alfran over in this way?"

"George and I tried to poach people from Jagenk, but it didn't go well, these things are unbelievable. The power of traditional thinking is still too strong, and many people would rather die of exhaustion than dare to get on our boat. So—"

"So what?"

"We're going to have a fight with Jacques! We need free labor. ”

Georgina's heart pounded and her fists clenched tightly.

"You're worried about whether you can win or not, it depends on the goal, it's unrealistic to say that you want to eliminate Jagenke completely, but there's no pressure to force it to accept our terms. ”

"Brother Shaqi, it's not your style to be so optimistic. ”

"Because I have a lot of faith in George and our technology. ”

George said: "Actually, Jagenke also needs a war. It has been sleeping for too long. It's time for it to see the power of the times! I'm going to stimulate it again! This time, we're going to strike first!"

"What are you going to do?"

"Squad 1643 Third Detachment is already on standby at Jacque. ”

Georgina was anxious: "What about those people?"

George smiled slightly: "Shaqi, do you see? Nana has finally grown up and knows to think about others." ”

"Yes, if this trend continues, our promise will soon be fulfilled, right?"

"Don't worry," said George, "the flames of war will be ignited far away from Jagenke, and we will never attack civilians." ”

"Stanford as the center for defensive operations?"

"Yes. ”

"And what about these factories that we've worked so hard to build?"

"Let's wait and see how the flood of progress breaks through the decaying dikes!"

Early the next morning, a pamphlet appeared on the streets of Jacquek - "Stamford Floating Island Labor Regulations".

The literate worker held it in his hand, quietly hid in the corner of the factory, and whispered the contents in bold letters: "Stamford Floating Island has a system of working hours in which workers work no more than eight hours a day and an average of no more than forty-four hours a week—and this kind of good thing?"

"Impossible!"

The sudden sound startled him, and he turned his head sharply, and there were already four or five workers gathered behind him. He didn't want to get into trouble, so he threw the pamphlet in his hand, got up and left.

But the person behind him didn't do it, and a bearded man grabbed him: "Hey, friend, don't go, don't go, we can't read, please read it to us again, just for a while, just for a while!"

"I—I still have a job......"

"Why don't you just carry your bag? Lewis, go to the top!"

"Okay!"

"Ferguson, go to the door and keep an eye on it, and see the foreman come over and squeak quickly!"

"Good!"

"Little monkey, quick, bring the book and let this big brother read it. ”

Look at a pair of eager eyes, look at the scrawny little child worker holding a book respectfully, think of his wife who is sick in bed, the literate worker gritted his teeth and whispered: "...... The employer shall ensure that the employee has at least one day off per week...... Overtime shall not exceed one hour per day, and if it is necessary to extend it for special reasons, it shall not exceed three hours per day, but not more than thirty-six hours per month, provided that the health of the worker is guaranteed."

The little child worker nicknamed Little Monkey stared at him with big eyes and asked, "What do you mean, I don't understand!"

The bearded man touched his head: "Eight hours a day, and then rest." ”

"Is that good?

This sentence made everyone's hearts tighten.

Without waiting for the bearded man's urging, the literate worker had already flipped through the rummags and found instructions on wages.

“...... Equal pay for equal work, wages shall be paid to the worker in monetary form on a monthly basis, and no deduction or unjustified arrears shall be ......"

The workers erupted in a low cheer.

At this moment, Ferguson's characteristic loud voice came from the door: "Hello foreman! You look really good today...... Ouch!"

He was kicked in from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, the fat-headed and big-eared foreman came in with four or five thugs, and the foreman was carrying a thin bearing more than 30 centimeters long, and one end of the bearing was polished.

The workers moved extremely fast, and Ferguson's voice rang out and dispersed.

Before the literate worker could react, the bearded man snatched the pamphlet from his hand and tucked it into his arms.

"Big brother, you ......"

The bearded man winked at him, but didn't make a sound.

The foreman came in and glanced around: "It's all here, don't talk nonsense, did anyone bring in a mess?"

The bearded man smiled all over his face: "No, no, foreman, look, everyone is busy, how can you have the time to bring any messy things?"

"I've heard that several workshops are saying that they work eight hours or something. Do we have one in this workshop?"

"No, no, eight hours? That's only a few pennies, and you may not be able to eat enough. ”

", I can't tell you. The foreman impatiently pulled the beard aside with the bearing in his hand, raised one eyebrow, and said, "Who knows how to read in our workshop?"

None of the workers made a sound.

"Are all his daughters dumb? Who can read?"

The voice of the literate worker trembled: "Report, report foreman...... I. ”

The foreman smiled very politely: "Come, come...... Damn it, you damn it!"

The literate worker shuddered and walked over.

The foreman put his fat arm on his thin shoulder: "Yo, the face is raw." Just here?How many days have you been studying?None of this matters to him...... Lao Tzu said bluntly, you, work eight hours a day, do you want to?"

"No...... No...... Want to ......"

"That's right. I don't want to think about it, it only takes eight hours to earn a few dollars! Besides, rotten shoe uppers and rags can still be used as hats on the head? Cheap is cheap, just admit it, don't think about those useless things. You know what?"

"Know...... Know...... Ahh

The foreman suddenly turned his face and slammed him on the stomach of the literate worker, beating him so that he hunched over and took a few steps backwards, and fell to the ground with his butt and rolled in pain.

The foreman's face turned pale: "This time, it is Lao Tzu who rewards you, remember, work honestly, if there is nonsense in this workshop, Lao Tzu will make you into a sausage!"

After saying that, the foreman left the workers who were still rolling and walked away with a huff.

The workers left their jobs and gathered around. The bearded man bent down to pick up his hapless companion: "Brother, are you alright?"

The pamphlet fell out of his arms, but no one looked at it again. Only the little monkey picked it up.

The literate worker burst into tears and shook his head desperately, but did not say a word.

What can you say? Strike again, touch other people's maces with your head? Besides, I don't know how many refugees are waiting to come in and grab jobs, and they still think that their wages are not low enough?

The little monkey murmured, "O all-powerful god of the sea, please send a tsunami, let the flood drown all these beasts! ”

Ferguson said indignantly: "The sea god has long been blind!

The bearded man said: "Child, there will be, sooner or later, don't lose hope!"

"Really, Uncle Max, you see, the last page is drawn, and there are numbers. ”

"What?

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