The former colonies, for the small United Kingdom, were more inputs than outputs.

Therefore, when a new market appeared in front of the small United Kingdom, the old king did not miss this opportunity and took a direct bite of this piece of fat.

Two months later, the good news returned.

The land was willing to submit to the king's authority.

The price is 500 rounds of ammunition and 6,000 lives.

With this colony, the small United Kingdom soon had new orders.

They bought all kinds of raw materials at low prices in the colonies, and then dumped the finished cloth and various industrial products to earn the difference in price and gold and silver.

The order has brought the small United Kingdom back to some strength.

Of course, this is not the main reason why they are coming out of the crisis.

The real reason is that the war in the civilized world on land cannot continue.

A large number of people and wealth, fleeing to the small United Kingdom to escape the war, injected new vitality into the small United Kingdom.

Changes in the general environment do not make much difference to individuals.

Except, of course, the part that starved to death.

The good news is that there are still a few companies in Wudu that have a conscience.

Even in times of crisis, there are companies that provide the most basic food security to keep people alive during these difficult times.

Of course, the company also offers another way to survive: a ferry ticket.

This ticket is free of charge.

However, once on the boat, people had to work a variety of jobs to cover their meals.

When they reach their destination, they become part of the colony and need to survive on their own.

The living conditions on the ship were very poor, more than 20% of the people would die during the voyage, and even those who survived would die in the colony for various reasons, and the survival rate did not exceed 30%.

Even so, the bottom people of the fog capital, when they are desperate, the vast majority of them will choose a ferry ticket.

They would rather gamble on a 30% chance than stay in purgatory for a second longer.

Of course, this kind of trivial matter is only a small note in the symphony of the times, which is inconspicuous.

The goblin trade is also becoming more and more prosperous.

After all, these goblins are good at their jobs wherever they are, and they are highly sought after by slave owners.

In this way, little by little, the United Kingdom struggled out of the quagmire of crisis.

As for the company?

The company has never been in crisis.

At the height of the crisis, the company had the most abundant cash in the fog capital, which was deposited in its own bank to ensure the continuous operation of its core business.

When the crisis passed and spring ushered in, powerful companies began to make overlord acquisitions in the market.

In any industry with potential, companies are ready to step in.

The various businesses that were previously sold by the company at a high price were bought back by the company for less than one-fifth of the money.

The only difference is that the minimum hourly wage for the mine has been reduced by half.

When it was acquired by the company, there was no adjustment to the hourly rate, because this price was already the highest in the market.

Of course, those benefits that belong to the company are back.

It's just that this time, the miners who have been beaten by society and aristocracy are still numb when they look at the benefits that have returned to their hands.

Deep in numbness, there is anger.

The small United Kingdom is thriving, and the company is thriving.

On this day, Albert chaired a board meeting.

The meeting decided that he would continue to serve as the rotating chairman next year and be responsible for all the company's business.

After the meeting, Albert called out to Hannibal and said that he would take him to a place.

The two came to the dock, and a boat waited for a long time.

"Where are we going?"

Hannibal was a little strange and made it so mysterious,

"Still going to sea?

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"It's not too far, there's a small island near the fog."

Albert briefly explained that he had bought the island and was considered a private property.

The ship sailed with the wind, not slow, and Hannibal smelled the salty smell of the sea breeze in the bow of the ship, and the doubts in his heart did not dissipate in the slightest.

Soon, a small island appeared in front of the ship, the same island that Albert had spoken.

Hannibal quickly frowned, his eyes full of puzzlement,

"Why are they here?"

On the island, he saw... A group of green-skinned goblins?!

Shouldn't these guys mine and farm in the New World?

How did it end up here?

Albert said casually,

"This is the Eighth Technical Research Institute."

"How is this possible?"

Hannibal lost his voice,

"How could they be the Eighth Institute of Technology?"

The Eighth Institute of Technology, a newly created technology department by Albert, has a mysterious origin, mysterious members, and the only thing known to the outside world is that they have super research and development capabilities!

Problems that cannot be solved by other parts can be easily solved by the Eighth Institute of Technology.

As a result, Albert told Hannibal that the company's ace technical research institute, a bunch of goblins ?!

This, this, this....

Albert was calm and continued,

"These guys are smart, they're very talented at experimenting, and by the way, the Sixth Accounting Firm is also a bunch of goblins."

Hannibal: ......

The company's ace technology research institute, ace accounting firm, are all composed of goblins.

The impact of this incident on Hannibal was too great.

He took a moment to digest the matter and asked,

"Was that Mr. Luden's idea?"

"Nope."

Albert shook his head,

"It was my idea, but the goblins were captured with the help of Mr. Luden..."

Obviously, these goblins did not come to work at the company of their own volition.

However, goblins have no human rights in the Code of the Fog Capital, after all, they are not people, they only have property rights, which are considered part of the property.

In the Holy Law, their situation is even simpler.

The goblins don't even have the right to property, and the right to life is directly erased.

Because of the close relationship between goblins and orcs, the hatred of the gods for goblins is incomprehensible to the people of Wudu.

None of that matters.

The ship slowly approached the dock, and a team of goblins greeted it.

Hannibal looked at the welcoming procession, and some did not know what to call them,

"These goblins... Do you have a name?"

A goblin less than one and a half meters tall stepped forward, saluted Albert, and then turned to look at Hannibal,

"Mr. Hannibal, we are not goblins, please don't call us that, we are not the same species as those fools who only have brute strength, we even have reproductive isolation."

Not a goblin?

Hannibal looked at the other and waited for the next step.

"Those savage creatures come from the depths of the earth, they are blessed by Mother Earth, so they have inexhaustible brute strength, but we are different, we come from the sky, inspired by the Father of Wisdom, and have wisdom that they cannot imagine."

The goblin said earnestly,

"We call ourselves ... Heavenly Spirits."