Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 107: Shocking! The Princess and the Dragon's Shady Deal

On the way to Drogo's factory, the merchants from the North sat in the carriages, laughing with a sense of triumph.

"You're right in guessing. It can be seen from this that the girl is also short of money." A businessman flattered the main person who had just spoken.

He stroked the ring made of an unknown gemstone. Its transparent purple-red color was the product of countless blood and sweat.

The Industrial Revolution was a period of extremely barbaric growth.

On the one hand, productivity has been greatly developed, with new things being born almost every day, improving all aspects of life and giving birth to the prototype of a new social structure.

On the other hand, in an era without large-scale wars, severe famines, or super-infectious diseases, the average life expectancy has actually dropped significantly.

The king’s kindness is not over yet.

"Of course. How old is she? How can she hide anything in her heart? I have walked across more bridges than she has seen roads. I can tell what she is thinking just by looking at her."

The fat businessman said very proudly.

"That's right, can you teach us how you figured it out? We are not as good as you."

When the fat businessman heard others praising him like that, his eyes narrowed into slits with smile.

"Oh, that's not true. I just spent a few more years in the business world."

Pretending to be modest is the beginning of “I’m going to start pretending”.

He continued, "When I first heard that she was going to suppress the bandits, I wasn't sure whether she was going to do something practical or was just being daring and trying to make a fortune. Lord, isn't he the biggest one, that one?"

The part that cannot be said should never be said, even though those people in the car are smiling and flattering him.

It's just that now they are tied together, and they might have some ideas in their minds, all trying to find something to hold against him.

"Later, when she gave that speech on the execution platform, I finally understood. The North is too small, and people don't want to stay there for long. They want to go to a more central place. Wouldn't it cost money to go there?

"If you want money, how can you make money by only letting workers work eight hours? Oxen and horses should work non-stop! That reptile wearing a bow tie to pretend to be civilized can't give her what she needs.

"Who can do that?"

"Of course we can! We earn it, and adults get it!"

The other people in the car echoed him, and then there was a burst of exaggerated laughter.

Although I don't know what they are laughing at, smiling in this kind of situation makes me seem more sociable.

The carriage slowly stopped and we arrived at Drogo's factory.

The fat businessman took the lead, got off the carriage with several of his companions, and followed Figesin to seek justice.

The factory is still under construction, and the entire factory area is a large construction site.

Groups of orcs and a few drow are leading a large number of northern workers to build factories.

The wooden house next to it is where the workers temporarily live, and where two assembled production lines are located.

Those two assembly lines were not officially put into production but were used as teaching aids for worker training.

Today’s assembly lines are not that advanced yet, and many links require human participation. Every position must undergo training and learning to ensure quality.

This is called standardized output.

All workers were trained by goblin teachers, and everyone did not trust these "notorious" teachers at first.

After spending a few days with him, I found that my IQ was more like the traditional impression of a goblin than that of a goblin.

Although the businessmen walked at an arrogant pace, they followed Figesin all the way through the construction site and headed straight for the wooden house.

He also pointed and talked along the way.

"Look, look! They let people mix with orcs and drow. This is against human ethics, really against human ethics!"

"Look, that guy over there wearing a white helmet."

A businessman pointed at Zhuoer who was wearing a helmet of different colors and holding no tools in his hands at the construction site.

"Isn't that also a supervisor? And they use drow. We all employ people, and if anyone doesn't work, we whip them. But they use drow. I don't know how cruel they are. I feel sorry for these workers. They are simply slave owners!"

"That's right, you are kindhearted and can't bear to see people suffer. This kind of black factory should be shut down as soon as possible!"

The Zhuoer security officer looked at the person who was pointing at him and talking in confusion.

"Do you know these people?" he asked the young worker next to him who looked to be only in his early teens.

It is unrealistic to completely eliminate child labor given the current economic and production situation in the North.

They really don't recruit child laborers, but the locals are unwilling to do so, so the children will just end up in other factories.

Therefore, the Zhuoge Group recruited child laborers to do work within their capabilities, kept them from entering dangerous areas, limited the amount of labor, and opened classes, which was considered a part-time work and study program.

If they can learn more knowledge and skills, the value they create will be far greater than that of one or two child laborers who are not even as tall as a shovel.

Ordinary workers in the factory are provided with lunch, while children are mostly provided with free breakfast.

Zhuogo doesn't lack this little money, so he won't use it to pay for his children's meals.

"I know him. I've been working in that fat guy's factory since I was six years old." answered the child who was asked.

"Then do you know why they are here?" "They must be looking for trouble. If you do business in Winter City, you either give him a share of the profits or get squeezed out by him."

"look for a job!"

Zhuoer was anxious. It was a rare opportunity for him to take action, but he had to act as a safety guard here. He had to see people going up to high places without wearing safety ropes eight hundred times a day.

This group of people seems to be a coward if anyone pays attention to safety.

In the wooden house.

Drogo is using his claws as a welding gun to play with the welding assembly line.

One-to-one model assembly.

The goblin who was originally in charge of this area looked at the ugly welds under Drogo's claws with disdain.

Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

"Drogo, I'm here to do justice!" Figgin's voice rang out.

"What's fair?"

Drogo asked, trying to adjust the solder joints he had made, which he also thought were ugly.

I tried to buckle it with my claws, but accidentally used too much force and broke through the joint.

He heard the goblin behind him gasping for air, almost suffocating.

"Tell me what is fair." Figosin motioned for the merchants to speak.

"You are competing maliciously and destroying the market!" The businessman looked indignant.

"How am I malicious?"

"You actually raised the workers' wages and gave them holidays. Is there any justice or law in this world? What should we, the honest businessmen, do?"

"Okay," Figosin stopped the merchant, "what do you say?"

"First shut down his factory and confiscate all the money. You can embezzle us, and then parade us through the streets to let people see what happens if they dare to maliciously raise wages! Then..."

"Did I ask you?" Figosin interrupted unhappily. "What do you want to do, Drogo?"

The merchants' expressions were first puzzled, then turned to shock, and then to horror.

The lord is actually wearing the same pants as this dragon!
Doesn't she want to make money?

On the other side, Drogo smiled brightly.

Soon, several businessmen, whose valuables had been stripped off, stood on the assembly line, surrounded by workers who had once worked in their factory.

"The first team building of the Drogo Group's Northern Frontier Factory is now starting."

Drogo said through the megaphone.

“Everyone should line up in an orderly manner and don’t make a mess. Everyone can play. This activity will last at least 16 hours every day.

"Go to the door and get the whip first. When the assembly line starts, you will whip anyone who makes a mistake. Do you understand?"

"I have a question!" Someone in the crowd raised his hand, "Can we get a thicker whip?"

"Trust me, a thin whip will whip you faster and hurt more."

Drogo thought these people were too ruthless.

"No, I'm afraid that if I go too fast they'll get dizzy, and the people behind them won't have anything to whip. I can add some small barbs to the thick whip, which will hurt but won't make them dizzy."

"Okay, okay, you know how to have fun. In that case, priest!" Drogo summoned the orc priests, "Whoever collapses will be healed. Make sure to work for a full 16 hours."

After a while, screams of joy were heard from the factory.

A few hours later.

The fat businessman wiped the sweat from his forehead. His back felt burning, but he didn't dare to stop.

He had gone over his life experiences twice in his mind, wondering why it hadn't ended today.

Fortunately, I have become familiar with the rhythm of the assembly line and haven't been whipped for a long time.

But then, Drogo walked in.

"What's going on? Why is there no movement?"

“They didn’t make any mistakes.”

"Your moral standards are too good. You have the ability but your KPI is not high enough. Next time, come to me directly."

Drogo walked to the control panel of the assembly line and said kindly while turning the joystick: "Get ready, I'm going to speed up!"

　Thanks to the leader Su Hushi (><)
　　Thank you very much for your support.

　　I burned out on the day it was put on the shelves, and I haven't recovered yet. I will add more chapters as soon as possible in the next two days.

　　
　
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