Blackstone Code

"Thank you for your help, Governor Drago!"

After a short and detailed inquiry, the two federal government staff stood up and left. Drago watched them leave impatiently and asked the housekeeper to lock the door.

It was because he felt that there would be no danger here, and even if there was, the federal people would help him get out of trouble first, so he didn't ask the housekeeper to lock the door.

It turns out that if there was trouble, the Federals were the trouble itself.

After the door lock fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, which was a very strange feeling.

Sometimes people know that doing or not doing something will not affect the outcome, but they still choose to do it and gain a sense of security from doing it. This is actually quite contradictory.

He returned to the bedroom, thought about it and called Lynch.

"The meeting is over. I can do everything you asked me to do..." At this time, Governor Drago didn't know why, but suddenly thought of the old king's performance at the meeting. To be honest, he was a little Envious, but also a little shocked.

At his status, he was rarely shocked by anything. He thought that the old king would be a selfish person, but what he didn't expect was that the old king was more patriotic than any of them.

This sounds a bit incredible. In fact, there is no concept of "country" here. Each province is a small country, but the old king still gave birth to the concept of a real "country", which makes people feel a little overwhelmed. Makes you feel ugly and small.

When they resisted the Federation, they chose to surrender...

Lynch's voice quickly shattered his thoughts, "Did you talk about the bank's problem?"

Drago was stunned for a moment before he came back to his senses. His mind was blank for a moment, and then he shook his head and said, "No, I only thought about convincing the old king and ignored this matter, and I think Everyone……"

He changed his tone slightly and asked in a tone that was similar to a discussion but also with some doubts, "It seems that there is no objection to directly eating the federal Sol."

"Of course they won't object!" Lynch's voice was decisive, as if he already knew the answer. "Compared to setting up a bank and putting money in other people's pockets, they believe and are more willing to keep the money in their own pockets." pocket."

"But it doesn't matter that you didn't mention this matter. Those things have little to do with me. They were all done by the people in the bank. Overall, Mr. Drago, you have proven your worth. You are our Friends in need, we can sit down together when you come back and we can talk about investment."

"Then, I won't bother..."

After Lin Qi hung up the phone, he turned around and looked at the street outside the house with a slight frown. It was very busy and the progress was beyond imagination.

One thing about infrastructure construction in Nagaril is much more comfortable than in developed countries, for example, compared with infrastructure construction in the Federation, and that is that there is no need to discuss anything with people.

In the federation, if an electric company wants to erect a telephone pole on the roadside, with the point of the telephone pole as the center and 1.5 times the length of the telephone pole as the radius, if there are residents, shops or any property rights holders within this range, expressed concern.

For example, they may be worried that if a telegraph pole accidentally falls down, it will hit them, or the debris will cause them losses. They can refuse the electric company to erect a telegraph pole here.

Even between two telephone poles, those property owners under the wires have the right to make trouble with the electric company. What if the wire breaks and falls, and it happens to fall on their heads?

Every year, construction negotiation events like this cause all construction companies to be overwhelmed. Any small thing that everyone may think is inconspicuous can delay a project for ten days and a half or more.

But in Nagaril, this possibility was not considered at all.

The ground was leveled before the road could be built, and no one objected.

Some houses affected the subsequent construction. After paying a small amount of money, the owner of the house helped the construction team demolish his house.

There was no wrangling, no scoundrels asking for benefits, and no bipolar disorder or mental illness that fantasized about suddenly dying on the streets. This made the originally planned construction speed much faster than expected. The federal people themselves did not expect that this would be the case. of ease.

After all, everyone is messing around in the name of freedom and power every day, and they are still a little uncomfortable with such a convenient thing.

After watching the construction scene outside the house for a while, Lin Qi suddenly remembered what he had planned to think about. The six major banks had great ambitions. Their senior officials and the senior officials of the federal government seemed to have reached some unknown agreement, but None of this has much to do with Lynch.

As long as his interests are not touched, he doesn't care if anyone else comes to share the cake.

After a brief tidying up, he asked the sergeant to drive him to the cement factory.

The cement plant has begun full operation. In fact, this thing has no technical content. To put it bluntly, the main process is crushing.

Lynch has ordered two standard assembly lines in the federation, but it will take some time to implement them here. On the one hand, there is a lack of vehicles that can carry heavy loads, and road transportation is also a difficult problem.

There are actually some heavyweight machines waiting for transportation at the port, but it is obvious that they will have to wait for a while, at least until the road is repaired.

Secondly, in order to adapt to the production here, the assembly line also needs to be slightly modified.

Now Lynch uses several old machines, which are cheap and easy to transport. The only drawback may be that they have a somewhat "picky" appetite.

But this is not within the scope of Lynch's consideration at all. He came to Nagaril just to solve these problems!

Before he got close to the cement factory, he saw dust all over the sky. A thick layer of dust fell on the road and the leaves on both sides of the road. The air was filled with a choking smell, and Lynch had to wear a breathing filter. To avoid inhalation of large amounts of suspended dust into the lungs.

As you get a little closer to the workshop, you can hear the sound of banging stones. Going a little further, you can see a large group of workers wielding hammers of at least twenty pounds, manually crushing some raw materials.

Because those old machines from the Federation were too old, they had relatively strict standards for the delivery of raw materials. It would be a long time before the large crushers were delivered, so they simply used manpower.

With one hundred and five Galiles plus a lunch every day, all the workers were very satisfied and worked very hard.

People always say that human power is not as good as mechanical power. Those who say this must have never been to Nagaril!

As soon as he got off the bus, Nell and the deputy manager came up to meet him. Both of them were wearing protective goggles and respirators. This place didn't look like a cement factory, but more like a laboratory for biochemical research.

"You should have called earlier so I could ask them to stop for a while..." Nell and Lynch hugged each other and casually complained, "It's too dusty and too noisy here."

"What did you say?" Lynch shouted loudly in his ear. The tinkling sound made it impossible for him to hear what Nell was saying angrily.

Nell was also stunned for a moment, "Try? What do you want me to try?"

Lin Qi shook his head, pointed to the office, and the group walked inside.

Entering the office, Lynch looked at the layer of dust on the table and frowned. Nell took off his respirator and goggles, shook his head and asked the deputy manager to clean the place.

"Even if the door is closed, just for a short while, a layer of dust will fall here. The dust here is too big. Didn't you say last time that there is dust reduction equipment?"

Lynch also took off his equipment and looked outside through the blurred glass.

People had no more protection than a handkerchief or something like that tied around their mouth and nose.

He just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, "Has anyone complained?"

"Complain?" Nell moved his position slightly and asked the assistant manager to continue cleaning. He stood aside and shook his head and said, "No, of course not. No one has complained. It's just that I can't stand it. I always Cough, I suspect it has something to do with the dust."

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "Things will come back quickly, but without suitable roads we can't pull those things over. Do you understand what I mean?"

The weight of many industrial equipment is beyond people's imagination. It is definitely not something that can be lifted by a few more people. Sometimes a motor can weigh several tons or more than ten tons.

The special transport vehicles that can carry these industrial equipment are not light. Judging from the current road conditions in Nagalir, the transport vehicles may have to stop when they leave the port.

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Those sludge floors may be able to withstand the lives of the Nagali people, but a gentle pressure from a transport truck of more than ten tons or more will cause the vehicle to sink deep into it. Only when the road is repaired can those things be transported in. .

Nell sighed, "Looks like I have to endure it for a while longer!"

Lynch did not answer this question, but asked another question, "Are these workers honest? Are there any thorns in their throats?"

Maybe Lynch's question touched a certain point in Nell, and he suddenly became more talkative.

"I thought the people here wouldn't be too...", his body language kept up in time, "... difficult to deal with, but on the first day we officially started work, we lost nearly fifty twenty-pound hammers! "

"You can never imagine how I felt when I knew these things. I can understand if there are one or two missing, but there are so many missing!"

He seemed to amuse himself as he spoke, and laughed, "Okay, okay, poverty is the original sin. In addition, there are also some thorns in the side. We kicked them out, and the remaining people became honest." There’s nothing wrong with them other than them being lazy when you don’t look at them.”

"But you only have one pair of eyes. You can't look at everyone at the same time. There will definitely be someone who is lazy where you don't notice!"