A farce was staged in the Wudu courtroom.

The son-in-law and the father-in-law went to court, which was very unseemly.

Who would have thought that when it came to the door, the son-in-law would retreat!

Because key witnesses were reluctant to testify, they even retracted their previous confessions in court. This farce also came to an end naturally.

The old gentleman couldn't figure out what kind of handle his son-in-law had in the hands of his godfather until he was in the ground.

It doesn't matter, though.

It didn't take long for a bill to be introduced in the House of Commons, which narrowly passed and was submitted to the House of Lords.

The pattern of the small United Kingdom is different from elsewhere.

The king is the supreme ruler, and all bills must be signed by the king in order to take effect.

Representatives of the House of Commons are elected by the constituencies and are elected every five years. The House of Lords is a hereditary nobility or a royal canonization, with fixed seats.

According to the normal process, a bill goes down to the House of Representatives, then to the House, and finally to the King.

This time, the bill is called: "New Winter Coal Subsidy Bill".

If the bill passes, the Ministry of Finance will allocate a subsidy, and the price of coal purchased by the citizens of Wudu will be further reduced, and people can survive this cold winter.

There are many things that kill people in this world, orcs killed people four hundred years ago, hunger killed people, and cold people also killed.

The bill calls for appropriations, it is impossible to make money out of thin air, and the small United Kingdom has not yet mastered the core technology of a nuclear-powered money printing press.

Where does the money come from?

According to the bill, the money will be obtained from the nobleman.

Robbing the rich and helping the poor belongs to yes.

One can imagine what will happen when the bill reaches the House of Lords.

was originally with the amiable House of Lords, but they quarreled.

"The price of coal is low enough, so why subsidize it?"

"Coal is too expensive, can't these guys burn charcoal, the smell of coal is really bad enough!"

"Silence! Quiet! ”

“.......”

In terms of interests, it is impossible for the House of Lords to pass this bill.

In fact, in the House of Commons, this bill should not have been passed!

Because it moved not only the cake of the House of Lords, but also the cake of the House of Commons!

Only coal mine owners and factory owners would like this bill.

Because they benefit the most when the price of coal falls.

Coal bosses can sell more coal, and their revenues won't drop much thanks to financial subsidies.

The factory owner, on the other hand, can buy coal and fill up his steam engine or generator.

The bill, which seemed impossible to pass, was sent to the House of Lords by mistake!

The lords of the House of Lords were not accustomed to it, and after some quarrels, they immediately began to vote.

When the results of the vote were announced, everyone was dumbfounded.

Motion... Passed!

By a narrow margin, the bill passed!

Even the aristocratic lord who voted in favor was a little confused at this time and didn't understand what was happening!

They voted yes, not because they wanted to agree, but for other reasons.

Some people are selling favors, some people are asked to do so, and some people want to use voting to show their pro-people stance and win more capital.

Their original intention was: Anyway, there is no possibility of this bill passing, and my vote is not important at all.

They didn't think that they really passed this bill by one vote!

The House of Lords, which was noisy like a zoo before, is now as quiet as a botanical garden.

This group of gray-haired aristocratic lords stared at the proposal like vultures, and their Adam's apple moved up and down, trying to say something.

Everyone has a common idea in their hearts.

Or... Vote again?

It's a pity that how can such a democratic thing as voting be child's play?

I voted for myself, and I had to carry it out with tears.

All can only hope for the last level: the king.

Your Majesty is wise and martial, and he will definitely be able to sympathize with the people's feelings, and will not sign this bastard bill!

As for the consequences of His Majesty's refusal to apply to the people, the nobles (this chapter is not finished!) )

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Gentlemen don't care.

Anyway, they never have a chance to be kings in their lifetimes.

If you suffer the people again, you will be infatuated by the king.

Win-win!

The naïve ideas of the aristocratic lords were quickly shattered by reality.

The Herald of the Black Scepter appeared outside the door of the House of Lords, knocked on the door, and directly announced the King's decision:

The bill takes effect!

The reporters waiting outside the door of the House of Lords immediately spread the news all over the fog capital, and the city was boiling!

For the first time, the light of hope appeared in the eyes of people at the bottom, regardless of whether they were high or low, and who were struggling to survive.

This winter, the fog will no longer be cold!

...

Not long after the bill came into effect, before winter set in, the orphans at Oliver's Orphanage began to pack their bags.

Their director, Mr. Luden, organized a tour.

According to the itinerary plan, they will go south first and go to Nan Hate Wumei Island.

Mr. Lutdon was now the governor there, and this was his first time inspecting his territory.

When the island is finished, the children will take a boat again to the continent further south, and instead of passing through the Highland Republic, they will directly arrive in the territory of the Shenbang, travel around the Shenbang, and finally return to the Fog Capital by boat.

Sister Fercy and Teacher Wren are also going to travel together.

During the tour, the children need to be taken care of, and they cannot be left behind in their studies.

Unlike the kids, Ludon doesn't have much to pack and even finds time to go to St. Peter's Sanatorium for coffee.

As a result of his experiments, Albert also often went to St. Peter's Sanatorium.

Fresh from his work, Albert picked up a newspaper with a headline about the price of coal, praising the king's generosity and generosity.

Albert knew that this matter had something to do with Mr. Luden.

The largest coal supplier in Wudu is Mr. Lu Deng.

Mr. Ludon benefited from dumping coal at low prices.

Even so, Albert was still grateful, and sighed,

"Mr. Ludon has done another good thing."

"A good thing?"

Hannibal laughed,

"I haven't seen Mr. Luton do a good thing since the first day I met him."

Albert shook his head and denied,

"It would be unfair to criticize Mr. Ludon in this way."

"No, no, Albert, I don't mean to criticize, I'm just stating a fact."

Hannibal's orthodox,

"Good or bad is only a moral standard, and morality has never been Mr. Luden's code of conduct.

In other words, in his eyes, there is no difference between "good" and "bad", only pros and cons. ”

Ludon pushed this bill only for his own benefit, nothing more.

Albert objected again,

"If it's just to sell coal, there's no need for Mr. Ludon to push for this bill.

He can push up the price of coal, and even if the sales volume decreases, his profits will increase. ”

Albert helped Luden do the math, and they built an economic model in which the price of coal was too low, which would affect profits.

"Who said coal?"

Hannibal laughed,

"Mr. Ludon has never had such a small profit in his eyes, just look at the company's recent actions.

How much land did the company buy along a river, and that land had no value, unless a factory moved there. ”

Albert was confused,

"Wait, I thought we were talking about the proposal in Wudu, what does it have to do with the land that the company buys?"

"Let me make it clearer, my friend."

Hannibal said patiently,

"This winter, the Oliver Orphanage is preparing to go on a trip, the lord is going back to the country for the New Year, the old king is going to warm the south, and even we are going south with Count Dracula.

Did you find anything in common? That's right, we all have to avoid the foggy winter. ”

The more Albert listened, the more confused he became, and confessed,

"I still don't get it."

His IQ is high enough to understand every Hannibal says (this chapter is not over!). )

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One word, but it can't connect its meaning.

"Don't worry, come with me, Mr. Albert, but be careful, you'd better not tell the public about everything you've seen here."

Hannibal led Albert to the entrance of the basement.

This basement was Hannibal's exclusive space, and he never brought anyone else in.

Walking up to the first floor of the basement, Hannibal lights up the electric light.

All kinds of human organs are sealed in glass jars, quietly suspended in liquid, which makes people look creepy.

Albert had undergone surgery and had seen dead people, and even so, seeing such a shocking picture for the first time, made me feel like vomiting.

"Here, don't vomit, bear with it, it's very troublesome to clean up the basement."

Hannibal took Albert to a row of glass jars, pointed to the organs inside, and said,

"As you can see, this is the lungs, and on the far left, is the lungs of a healthy adult male, and this is the lungs of an elderly smoker..."

Albert's attention was immediately focused on these organs.

He could easily tell that the lungs of different people were different colors, and the lungs of smoking men seemed to be more diseased.

People who live in the fog don't look very good in their lungs either.

The two walked to the last jar, and the lungs inside were the ugliest alberts had ever seen.

He couldn't help but ask,

"Whose lungs are this?"

Hannibal replied,

"It's the lungs of an old smoker in the fog."

Albert was shocked!

"Just kidding!"

Hannibal smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder,

"He doesn't smoke."

Albert:......

"He was working in a coal mine, and by the time I was treated, he was dying."

Hannibal was a highly skilled physician who was often able to rejuvenate himself.

He cured the sick and saved people for no fee, with only one outlandish request: the body must belong to him.

That's how the organs in this basement came from.

Looking at the organs in front of him, Albert somewhat understood,

"You mean... The burning of coal creates more haze, and when inhaled into the lungs, this haze can cause irreversible damage..."

Albert was a little confused, if what Hannibal said was true, this discovery alone would make him worthy of a Lane badge.

This matter is put aside for now, and Albert has more important things to think about.

"You mean... Mr. Ludon pushed the price of coal down, more poor people would buy coal for the winter, smog would be further enhanced, and the harm to the human body would be greater. ”

Albert's face was a little pale and he muttered,

"If the smog is big enough to kill people, after this is over, the House of Commons will demand that the use of coal be cut, and the factories in the fog must be relocated, and the land purchased by the company is the first option for the factories to relocate..."

In the whole matter, the people who knew the inside story had made preparations in advance to escape from the fog capital, so as not to be killed indiscriminately by the smog.

If all this assumptions are true, there is no doubt that Mr. Ludon will be the winner in the end.

Albert shook his head, with the last stubbornness,

"No, Mr. Ludon wouldn't do that."

"Yes, all of the above can be called irresponsible speculation, slandering our innocent Mr. Luden."

Hannibal pulled out a document and threw it in front of Albert,

"And how do you explain the company's latest product?"

Albert flipped open the cover of the document, and a sketch of the design appeared in front of him.

This strange headgear is marked with an even stranger name:

"Gas masks."

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