The introduction of personal insurance by the Bank of Nice is big news.

In the past, insurance was to pay money to mine owners, and I have never heard of anyone who would pay those miners.

Something happened under the mine, it would be nice not to trouble the families of these miners, and you still want to lose money?

Dream on!

How can all the good things in the world be taken up by one person?

Moreover, this new product also belongs to the type of two ends that are not flattering.

Needless to say, the mine farm.

The bosses have been buying insurance all these years, but these insurances are insurance for the precious equipment and valuable facilities in the mine!

If something happens to the mine, the insurance company will verify the damage and pay the bosses a sum of money.

Even the casualties are just a cold number, nothing more.

For the miners, their attitude is ambivalent.

For one thing, no one wants to curse themselves for having an accident, and it seems a little unlucky to pay for their own insurance.

Second, after staying in the mine for a long time, the miners are so experienced that the mortality rate will drop a lot, unless there is a big accident and they can't run.

The old miners were confident enough in their skills and were reluctant to buy insurance.

The new miners were short of money and couldn't afford it.

All of a sudden, the situation froze.

The people of the fog capital thought that Mr. Luden had finally failed once.

He can't win every time, can he?!

The turnaround came in an unexpected place.

On the same day, the local evening newspaper in Wudu published an unremarkable article.

The article summarizes the sixteen laws, makes them public, and concludes:

"More than half of these sixteen are considered slaves, who enslave people with more ornate words, by more refined means, who whipped the invisible whip, and who gave only enough food every day to keep them to work."

When this article came out, it immediately caused a stir!

Originally, it was nothing.

The newly appointed Chief Inspector Field sent someone to take down the day's newspaper and shut down the newspaper office.

The founder of the newspaper copied thousands of copies of the articles in hand-printed editions outside the city, and asked enthusiastic students to publish these articles everywhere.

It's like dry wood meets a fire, and it burns quickly!

The situation is out of control.

And the founder, before the security team was arrested, received a tip in advance, took a boat overnight, and fled to the southern island for refuge.

More acute questions were put before the crowd.

People from all walks of life, taking this article to make a fuss, took to the streets in anger and vented their dissatisfaction in their own way.

They see themselves as slaves.

Soon, some of the gods came forward to correct them:

"Slaves are a kind of property, and in the ancient gods, we cherish slaves very much!"

In other words. Some people at the bottom of the fog are not as good as slaves.

Under the interference of external forces such as Shenbang, Snow Field, and Highland, the whole thing is getting out of control more and more!

No one can say whether this is a long-standing grudge or a behind-the-scenes promoter.

Some people say that it is all the gods who are making trouble.

Others pointed the finger at the Southern Governor, Luden.

There are even people who kindly remind everyone that Governor Ludon is a Divine State.

The whole thing can be big or small, and it can even be suppressed by thunderous means when the signs are still small.

But when it was time to do something, nothing was done.

Something was done when it shouldn't have been done.

In short, the situation is slowly moving in the worst direction, about to slide into a bottomless abyss, and there is no tendency to reverse it.

No matter what happened outside, there was no news from the depths of the palace.

Is it war, or is it peace?

Is it to transfer the contradiction outward, or to cut it internally?

Is it to clean up the miners who don't have a long eye, or to make concessions to them?

No one can guess the old king's thoughts.

Since Mr. Ludon left the Fog Capital and the Secretary-General was exiled, there seems to be no sunshine in this gloomy kingdom.

Until one rainy night, several messengers rushed out of the palace, carrying the old king's tokens.

After the rain stopped and the sky cleared, people looked at the fog that had been re-cleaned and felt the chill of autumn and winter, and couldn't help but shiver.

Last night, a lot happened.

Several wealthy merchants of the Divine State were ruthlessly expelled from the country, and without giving any time to clean up, they were stuffed onto a cargo ship transporting animals.

The head of the miners, who were on strike at the mine, was invited to tea.

They were not beaten, they were not intimidated.

The chief inspector simply showed them the power of the latest machine gun and told them that if this farce did not end now, they would use more bloody means.

Of course, the owner of the mine is not much better.

The old king killed a group, captured a group, and cured a group.

The surviving bosses volunteered to raise the wages of the workers, and in addition to promising a minimum wage, they were willing to buy personal insurance for the miners.

The miners who did not volunteer, all died.

The whole thing is not handled by clever means, and even a little crude.

However, the results were surprisingly good.

The old king showed the world the power of kingship.

Regardless of Parliament, the small United Kingdom, in the final analysis, is a kingdom.

Their king, with supreme power, can even do whatever he wants.

The old king was so old that people's hearts were fluctuating, and people began to think about it, even fantasizing about what would happen after his death.

The old king gave everyone a hammer:

The king is not dead!

He held the army in his hand, and the money he got from Luden in his waist, behind which was the power left by the university scholars, and he himself accepted the inheritance of the three university scholars.

In front of the old king, Lu Deng could only choose to go south and avoid the edge for the time being.

Where did these ghosts get the guts to fight him in the ring?

A storm was resolved overnight by those in power.

The old king took the opportunity to do a lot of things that he wanted to do before, but never had the opportunity to do.

For example, few people noticed that several veteran legislators died one after another after that night.

Wielding the stick of royal power, the old king cleaned up the fog, which eased the original contradictory situation a lot.

Of course, there are drawbacks to doing so.

The royal power is too strong, and when it meets the bright lord, it will be prosperous, and when it meets the faint king, it will die.

However, the old king didn't care, he only cared if he could build the largest kingdom in the world while he was alive.

"I want more ships, more people, more land"

The old king sat at his table with a relatively complete map in front of him.

He raised his finger slightly, and immediately someone drew a circle in a certain place.

Somewhere in the small United Kingdom, tea is so abundant that it can't be sold.

Tea always had to find a market, so it was natural to focus on other colonies.

The kingdom was in dire need of money for expansion

The old king said coldly,

"This year's tea tax has doubled."

(End of chapter)