Master of Thermodynamics

Black ice mine.

The nearly 100-kilometer-long beach of the Thousand Lake Kingdom has long been one of the industries of the Black Ice Distillation Factory.

The price paid by the factory is only 50 silver nars per kilometer, and a total of 50 kinnars are obtained for mining rights, which is too cheap.

The reason why it is so cheap, the many noble shareholders of the factory played a huge role.

This powerful force made certain nobles who own the beach ownership dare not embarrass the factory at all and gave up the beach at a refreshingly low price.

Before the tide had completely receded, two huge "crawler-type magic icebreakers" drove "booming" towards the black ice deposit.

The power of the icebreaker is amazing. It easily drags 2 giant icebreakers 5 meters long, leaving 2 deep gullies on the thick black ice deposit.

"Boom...boom..."

Wherever the icebreaker drove, large chunks of black ice were overturned by the icebreaker and piled up on both sides of the gully.

Nearly a thousand ragged miners cheered, wading in the shallow water, carrying an ice hammer, and dragging a wooden frame towards the black ice. At this moment, the black and overwhelming crowd ran out of a mighty force. .

They are all poor people who come here to ask for a living. Among them are adults in their prime of life, gray-haired old people, and even many half-year-old children.

Behind the miner, the two stewards were yelling non-stop.

"The remuneration is the same as yesterday, 50 kilograms of black ice in exchange for 2 copper nars...settled on the spot, and will never be in arrears..."

"Everyone, when transporting black ice, you must pay attention to safety...If you are injured, come and ask for help. We have a special doctor who will bandage your wounds for free..."

"Here is hot water supply throughout the day. If everyone is cold and thirsty, you can come over and drink hot water, all for no money..."

After the miners ran away, the two stewards closed their mouths, turned and walked to the simple wooden shed temporarily built on the beach.

"Good day, two!"

A gentle voice came from the wooden shed.

The two were taken aback, only to discover that two figures in gentleman's clothes and top hats were sitting in the wooden shed.

"Oh, two gentlemen, good day." The two replied and looked at each other in surprise.

Who are these two guys?

When did you come?

"I'm Washington, a businessman who runs a family chamber of commerce." The older gentleman said with a smile, and pointed to his companion. "This is George, my friend. He is a small shareholder of the chamber of commerce."

George stiffened his face and lifted his hat expressionlessly as a salute.

A hint of suspicion flashed in the eyes of the two stewards.

Mr. George is sturdy with thick knuckles. The original loose gentleman's clothes were worn on him and collapsed like tights. No matter how you look at it, this guy is more like a guard and a thug than a businessman.

What is impressive is that Mr. George exudes a heart-palpitating breath.

The two stewards were not ignorant turtles. They had seen many awakened people, but none of them gave them such a frightening feeling.

There is no doubt that Mr. George must be a stronger capable person than the Awakened.

Well, the identity of this Mr. Washington is probably not simple.

If you want to use your ass, you know, can a gentleman who is guarded by an extraordinary person be so low?

The two bowed respectfully, and said in their mouths:

"Mr. Washington, this is Hamilton. It's a great honor to meet you..."

"Mr. Washington, this is Jefferson. Welcome to the Black Ice Mine..."

Washington nodded slightly and said with a smile:

"We are going to buy the products of the Black Ice Distillation Factory in large quantities. This time we came to the mine mainly for on-site inspection..."

He turned his head and looked at the icebreaker in the distance, and asked:

"I heard that when your factory first started mining black ice, it used something called...er, called machine...machine..."

Hamilton saw Washington's words in a hurry, so he simply helped him say it:

"Mechanized production!"

"Yes! It's mechanized production." Washington smiled awkwardly. "It is said that your factory has a very huge magic vehicle with a giant shovel installed in the front, which can shovel more than 3 tons of black ice at once, and one A black ice mining ship, capable of mining more than 50 tons of black ice per hour..."

"I also heard that their mining speed is astonishingly fast, and hundreds of workers add up, none of them can work as fast as they are."

"In fact, I came to the Black Ice Mine this time mainly to see these amazing big guys..."

Having said that, he showed a look of confusion.

"It's hard for me to understand. Since your factory has such great things, why should you hire so many workers instead of using magic machinery?"

However, Hamilton did not answer his question directly, instead he told his own story.

"My father is a fisherman. He relies on fishing to feed his family... Most of the time, it is difficult for our family to eat enough."

"Every year when the storm season comes, it is the most difficult time, because all the fish have retreated to the deep sea, and my father can't go out fishing anymore... In order to fill our stomachs, my father will bring our family to the beach, taking advantage of the low tide of the sea. , To pick up the seaweed that was washed ashore by the waves."

Hamilton's voice sounded without emotion.

"However, there are not many seaweeds, and there are even fewer seaweeds that can be eaten... So we always starve all night and all night, and often wake up in the middle of the night... There was a stormy season, and my brother rabbi was alive. Starved to death... There is another storm season. My sister Daniela is sick and does not have enough food. She soon died of illness..."

Washington sat up slightly, his expression becoming more serious.

"Although the temperature in the Moon of Tracing the Wind is not too low, the sea is already very cold, especially when the water temperature is the lowest in the morning and evening... Every time I don't want to go into the water, my father will scold me severely for...wading in the sea. After a whole day, my legs will be red and swollen from the cold, without feeling at all, and even sore that I can’t sleep at night..."

Hamilton pointed at the worker who was carrying black ice in shallow water, and said:

"Mr. Washington, almost a quarter of these workers are children... They are so young, they have to work from morning to night, when will the icebreakers stop, and when will they leave the mine... I am special Understand how they feel..."

Hamilton's voice suddenly rose:

"If the factory does not provide work, these people will not get enough food, and many people will definitely not be able to survive the coming long winter... This is why we would rather hire them instead of using magic forklifts and black ice mining boats. the real reason!"

Washington was finally moved.

Even George, who has always been stern, has a rare softer complexion.

"So." Washington cleared his throat and asked, "I want to know who made the decision to stop the magic machinery and hire workers?"

"This is my suggestion." Hamilton raised his chest proudly, "Mr. Sergey, the head of the factory, wrote it as a proposal and submitted it to Mr. Goode of the Haichao Chamber of Commerce... Mr. Goode immediately agreed to the proposal. And ordered the factory to immediately start hiring workers..."

Washington asked in a meaningful tone:

"For such an important decision, doesn't Mr. Goode need to ask the owner of the Haichao Chamber of Commerce... that crown?"

"Of course not." Hamilton glanced at Washington strangely. "Lord Lord is busy with his business, how can he manage this little thing?"

Washington was choked.

In his opinion, this matter involves the work of nearly a thousand people and the monthly expenditure of hundreds of Kinnars. How can this be considered a trivial matter?

But for the Haichao Chamber of Commerce, the amount of money in and out of each month is as high as hundreds of thousands of kinnals, and the affairs of a few hundred kinnals are really too small.

Hamilton said in an admiring tone:

"Besides, the great lord has always taught us: Haichao Chamber of Commerce must not be profitable. It must treat the civilians at the bottom of the class well. When necessary, it must provide assistance to the civilians within its ability..."

"Be kind to the common people..." Washington muttered to himself.

He couldn't help but think of the amazing sight he saw in Copernicus Port a few days ago.

Ships of slaves were transported to the port, and under the flogging and scolding of the guards, they walked into the camp set up by the Haichao Chamber of Commerce. The scene was crying loudly and it was unbearable to witness.

These are all slaves who "extorted" Luther IX under the crown of the God of War, with a total of as many as 100,000.

Now in the upper circle of the kingdom, the **** of war is recognized as the largest slave owner.

At this moment, when he heard the words "be kind to civilians" from Hamilton, Washington suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity.

Slave owners who treat civilians well...

Washington couldn't help sighing, becoming more and more confused.

What kind of person is that God of War?