First Law

As if afraid that Karen would not believe it, she exposed the horn on her chest, "Did you see that the freighter will come in only when I blow the horn."

After inspection, it was found that the other party was indeed a messenger, but Karen still thought it was child's play to let such a brat inspect the pier.

"Then what are you waiting for?" Churchill stepped forward and asked, "Exploring, I can let you go to the bottom of the sea to see if our port has enough draft."

"Judging from the floating of this big monster, the water depth is enough, but it's too narrow here to make our freighter turn around, and there's not even a stop here, Wolf of the Southwest, I'm not talking about you, here is The worst pier I've ever seen in my life." He was not polite at all.

Karen looked at each other carefully, but was not angry.

Don't look at the arrogance of the words, but between the lines, it can be heard that the other party has a certain background. At least he has seen the real port. "I have someone here that you can see through, can you give me some advice?"

Philips didn't expect Karen to ask him directly, so he was even more arrogant, pointing to the reef next to him, "In my opinion, those reefs don't need to exist at all, they can be smashed with magic crystal cannons, and the port can be expanded at least twice. I really don't understand which idiot designer designed this place so narrow, it doesn't meet the design standards of a port at all, if it were me, I would use the magic crystal cannon to completely blast out the appearance of a port, which is basically the same in the human race It is neat, orderly, and full of capacity.”

"You nonsense kid, do you know who designed this place?"

Before Churchill could finish his reprimand, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Tell me specifically, what should the port look like?" It was Pompeii, who heard Philip's raving words.

Philips looked at the skeleton, and the contempt in his eyes became more obvious. In his eyes, a skeleton was not qualified to ask him for advice.

Pompei was not impatient, but said slowly, "Golden Port has a draft of 1,200 feet, a capacity of 250 medium-sized freighters, a wide entrance, and can guarantee that 120 freighters will berth at the dock, and there is a large dock behind it. The square supports it, I just want to ask why the reefs were blown up."

Philips was taken aback for a moment, he didn't expect so many professional vocabulary of ports to pop out of an ordinary skeleton's mouth, he glanced at Karen, but still couldn't help showing off, "Brother, do you really think this is a port, it's too naive Yes, the real port depends on the wharf. How many wharves do you have here, how many warehouses, how many loading and unloading machines, and how long is the coastline? What I mean by blasting the reefs is to let you expand the coastline, according to I do what I say, and at least 300 more berths can be added to the pier, and a large area behind the reef can also be used as a new warehouse."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Do you know how many ships have to berth in a port? 500 ships are just the standard, 1,000 ships are just passing, and 5,000 ships can be called a normal seaport."

"Warehouse, we have such a large open space here." Churchill yelled, pointing to the flat land opened up by the giant pig overnight, which was the only capital he could show off to Philips.

"Hillbilly." Philips shouted contemptuously, "You are considered big. The warehouse is not as simple as just putting two stones in it. In your small area, I dare say that as long as ten large freighters come to transport the ore, you will not be able to transfer it. Is there a specific storage place for dangerous alchemy items? No, I only see a piece of flat land. If it were in the Stormwind Empire, I dare say that it would not pass the basic inspection. I really don’t know why you want to build a port. Is it just a passion?"

"You!" Churchill was so angry,

They worked hard all night, but what they got in return was the ridicule of a boy with no hair.

He wanted to refute, but he couldn't find any reason to refute. He didn't have any experience in this area, so he could only turn and look at Pompeii, "Pompeii, tell him the benefits of our Golden Port."

"He's right." Pompei didn't refute at all, "The reef group did hinder the development of the port, and the warehouse itself has a lot of problems."

Karen looked at Philips, and was not as shocked as expected. He was not as rigid as Pompeii, and anything that came out of his mouth was useless. It is very simple to verify a person's ability, it depends on what he can design. A qualified dock comes.

"Mr. Philips, if you were to design this place, what would you do?"

"I, it's very simple, at least divide this place into two piers, if possible, divide it into three, common goods transportation piers, dangerous alchemy goods piers, passenger piers, and then I will try to increase the area facing the sea as much as possible To get more berths, the reef group I just pointed to must be blown up, and at the same time, cargo ships should be managed on the sea, so as to ensure that they can enter the port in an orderly manner.”

Philips said a lot, from the positioning of the wharf, the difference between freighters and passenger ships, the entry and exit passages of giant ships, the construction of warehouses, the design of handling tools, the laying of roads in the wharf, and the design of freighter repair shops. More than thirty kinds.

Karen listened to it verbatim. He is now sure that Philips definitely has experience in the design of the dock, but he doesn't understand why he is not a title-level designer with such a professional vision.

There is only one possibility, he has a wealth of theory, but no solid practical operation.

"Can you help me design this pier?"

Philips, who was eloquent, stopped for a moment. He didn't seem to understand, "What do you mean?"

"I'd like to invite you to help me design this pier, along with my skeleton Pompeii, and I'll pay you a normal salary for a Terran designer, okay, it's a plea."

"You mean me to lead the design of this pier?" The sternness on Philips' face disappeared completely, replaced by a shock and panic, "No, Mr. Karen, you are joking."

"Your Excellency Philips, do you think a robber who can rob Desa City would be joking? If you are not satisfied with the salary I proposed, you can raise your price."

"You really want to leave it to me to design." Philips felt more and more wrong, he had never seen such a weird robber before, "Sorry, I confess, I just read those theories from books, even though I am very Willing to design a good port, but I have no experience."

"Your Excellency Pompeii has a lot of experience. Before he followed me, he was already a master in the design industry. There is no need to worry about this."

"I'm a rookie." Philips blushed and emphasized.

Karen smiled, "Everyone is a rookie. At least you have a good understanding of the dock. I don't think you have a title yet."

"How do you know?" Philips asked in surprise.

Karen raised her sapphire wristband, "You are very young, and I don't believe that such a young man can win the title."

"But you're young, too," cried Philips.

"Yes, that's why I'm willing to let you stay. Tell me, what is the salary of a designer with a title in the human race, 50,000 or 80,000 pence."

"Not so much, only 30,000 pence, a designer with an ordinary title." Philips said.

"How about 50,000, your annual salary."

"Boss!" Churchill hurried forward to persuade, "We can definitely find a better designer from the human race at this price, which is almost reaching the title of excellent designer."

Karen shook his head. Indeed, this price can indeed find a designer with a title, but it is absolutely impossible to find a designer with a talent. Those who are really capable often have a talent, which is often not available to others. of.

He saw a different kind of spirituality in this young man, "How about it, are you interested?"

"I'm just an ordinary person." Philips emphasized, but he couldn't hold back his excitement. "In the human race, my level is not worth 10,000 pennies." The more generous Karen is, the more guilty he feels. His little shoulders were like paper, unable to carry anything.

"But I think you are better than those with ordinary titles, so I will give you this price. However, you have to restrain your bad temper. No one likes to deal with a guy whose eyes are above the top all day, especially Churchill. Your Excellency, he is my chief financial officer, and he will be in charge of all the cost statistics of the port, including your salary, so you should have a good relationship with him." Karen took a deep breath and continued, "If everything goes well, this A pier should make you a title designer."

"What? You mean I can become a title designer?" The shock in Philip's eyes could no longer be concealed, envy and even a little greed flickered in those stunned pupils.

title.

The word "ordinary" is the object pursued by countless creatures day and night. No matter whether they are nobles or commoners, they are all proud of having the title.

Owning a title is equivalent to having a stable capital in this world.

Philips has a rich background, but it is far less attractive than a title. He stared straight at Karen and asked sternly, "Is it really possible?"

"It depends on your ability. At least now I think you have this talent. I believe that if you show this talent and I have a few friends in the Kenneth Association, it should be possible to put you on the throne of the title strong." 70% certainty."

"You mean you have friends in the Kenneth Association." Philips didn't know how to speak at the moment.

Karen nodded, "Okay, kid, you haven't answered my question yet?"

'what is the problem? ’ Philip asked suspiciously.

"Would you agree to help me design the Golden Harbor and at the same time obtain the identity recognition of the Golden Town?"

Philips came back to his senses and said with an embarrassed smile, "Of course I agree, Wolf of the Southwest, I am willing to, and I swear by my family that I will definitely build this place into the most peak port."

"Stop calling me by my title." Karen laughed.

"What's that called?"

Ah Zhen smiled and said, "Boss, that's what everyone calls me."