The big man has a living father

Chapter 189 (Long Chapter) Probability BUG
The emergence of ships is another shot in the arm for the economy.

In the past two years, the big man has done nothing but work himself into a tizzy every day.

But this is not ordinary chicken blood, it is effective, it should be considered dragon blood, I inject dragon blood every day.

With two canals, one ancient canal and one canal running through the north and south of Chang'an, prosperity is already within sight.

After getting off the boat, Huo Hai was originally planning to take a walk, but Liu Che thought, since he was out today, he might as well go and inspect.

Otherwise, it would be too dry to write in the Dahan Daily tomorrow that "The Emperor goes on an inspection tour to inspect the newest, largest and most advanced steam ship."

Add two side dishes to the news paper.

Before leaving, Liu Che allowed Erkuan and the others to stay in Chang'an to visit their relatives for a while, to get married and to do things.

Erkuan looks like he is eager to make a contribution!

Liu Che said, you are still young, and you will understand when you get older. Don't bet everything on one thing, just take a good rest.

Erkuan said, Qiancheng is my hometown.

Eager to make a contribution?

Do not!
I am eager to go home and at the same time I am eager to make achievements!
Liu Che thought to himself: Damn Mandarin accent, now I can't tell where the person is from, so embarrassing.

Liu Che could only let Er Kuan go early and come back early, and try to bring good news back to Chang'an as soon as possible. Once this project was completed, he would have a place in the court in the future.

After receiving the promise from Emperor Liu Che himself, Er Kuan was very excited and immediately expressed his willingness to sacrifice his life for the Han Dynasty.

Liu Che also took Huo Hai and a group of ministers to inspect.

The direction of the inspection, of course, is the direction of a large number of cotton textile factories and garment factories.

After hearing that the Han Dynasty had so many steam engines, but they were running around the clock to produce only a fraction of the current cotton production, Liu Che was very curious about this.

If the entire Western Region were planted with cotton, the output would certainly be much higher than it is now.

In other words, the market's momentum gap is far from reaching its limit.

No wonder Huo Hai said that once the development momentum is lost, it will be a devastating blow to the economy.

The kinetic energy demand is probably less than one percent. If it is replaced with electricity, a lot can be saved, and the demand will be even greater by then.

Just imagine, can a steam engine as big as this be used everywhere?

If electricity is used, power plants can generate electricity centrally, and then a line can be pulled to the factory for production. Then small workshops will explode tenfold, a hundredfold, a thousandfold.

Who doesn’t want to be a big businessman and a rich man? As long as they can open a factory, how many people are willing to move bricks?

Liu Che and Huo Hai had actually talked about it a long time ago.

Liu Che said based on past experience: "A person needs at least one set of winter clothes, two sets of summer clothes, and one set of underwear. If you are more particular, you also need a set of pajamas."

Those who are more particular will need a complete set and another set for changing.

Huo Hai said, "Your Majesty, don't forget that Science News has begun to promote that keeping your body clean will extend your life."

Liu Che thought about it and said, "Then change them more frequently and get another set."

Huo Hai: "Your Majesty, don't forget that it's easier to get your clothes dirty if you do a lot of work now."

Liu Che pinched his chin and said, "Another set."

Huo Hai: "Your Majesty, if the nobles change their clothes every day, won't the other wealthy people follow suit?"

"By then, women may need 365 new clothes every 365 days. Those with lower incomes may not change clothes every day, but they are likely to wear a piece of clothing two or three times before it gathers dust in the closet and is never worn again. Most people will have at least a dozen pairs of winter and summer pants and thirty pairs of winter and summer clothes."

Liu Che was stunned.

Huo Haicai continued: "And these are only one percent of the cotton a person will use in his lifetime."

"In the future, every household will have a sofa. Rich people will use leather sofas, while those who pursue convenience and fashion will use the most cutting-edge and novel fabrics."

"Even in one family, there are more than ten cotton pillows, not to mention quilts."

"The cotton used in any quilt is enough for twenty sets of clothes."

"And these are nothing."

"In the future, glass will be made bigger and bigger, and windows will be bigger and bigger. The sun will be glaring, so thick cloth will be used to open and close to block it. In the future, the interior of the carriage will also be covered with cloth and leather to make it more comfortable. Even the walls in the future will be painted with cloth to prevent the painted walls from falling off."

Liu Che was silent for a moment before he spoke: "The Western Regions...if we take over Parthia and Daxia and use them to grow cotton, I'm afraid there won't be enough."

That's true in theory. Until the rise of petrochemicals, there was never enough cotton.

How much is that? What about tarpaulin? What about canvas? What about medical cotton?
What about shoes and socks? Rich people wear and throw away clothes, so they can’t wear socks for more than two days, right?
Liu Che realized that human desires are endless.

The better life is, the more things people want to enjoy.

So, once this industrialization begins, don't think that any number is exaggerated.

Because compared to the numbers for the same project in the distant future, it is simply not worth mentioning.

……

In this world, there are some people who are extremely lucky.

Lao Gen'er, who was born in Zhao State, and his grandson are such people.

Although Lao Gen was born in Zhao State, he actually did not live in Zhao State, but in Zhongshan State.

The reason, of course, is that they can't survive anymore and have to move to another place.

But when his grandson grew up, he could no longer survive.

For a man like him who had no money, had moved several times and had no relatives, the probability of him becoming wealthy again was very small, so of course they didn't have the chance.

Lao Gen and his grandson encountered this problem again this time.

Four years ago, Lao Gen's son fell seriously ill. At that time, his grandson was still a child. Lao Gen had the money to save him, but the problem was that his son's illness could not be cured.

Lao Gen had no idea what was wrong with his son, but one day when his son was helping someone herd cattle, he didn't know if he was in a trance or what, but he kept provoking the cows. Even when the cows were angry, he was still swaying around.

The people next to him watched as he was bent by the bull's horn and a belly full of yellow water flowed out.

If Yishuo knew about this condition, he would be told that it was a typical case of ascites and was most likely cancer.

This is of course impossible to cure, but Lao Gen didn't understand, so he asked people for help and used their connections to try to cure his son's illness.

Then he was targeted by someone with ulterior motives.

There was a scammer pretending to be a doctor from Xunyou and working among Lao Gen and his gang.

When Lao Gen found out, he took his son to see a doctor.

At this time, his son had cancer and a broken abdomen. The wound was not even sutured inside and was wrapped with medicine outside. It would be good if he died on the spot. How could he be saved?
But the swindler mixed a piece of ginseng into the medicine, and his son's spirits immediately improved.

Like nothing happened.

Then the liar told Lao Gen that it could be cured, but it was a little expensive.

Lao Gen sold his family’s fields.

Obviously, both people and money were lost.

In the past two years, Lao Gen has seen that the yields from all the neighbors' fields have increased seven or eight times more than before!
The neighbors no longer had any shortage of food, but their life was becoming increasingly difficult.

Then I can only use my best skills.

Live somewhere else.

Because if you live in a different place, you can open up new land.

In theory, wasteland reclamation should not be done randomly, but it depends on the local chief official. If the official allows people to reclaim wasteland and allows refugees to do so, the reclaimed land will belong to the pioneers, or part of it will belong to the pioneers and part to the court.

Then you can survive.

This kind of policy also depends on whether the officials are stubborn enough, because such operations can easily be falsely accused of loss of court property.

Therefore, not every local official, nor every term of officials in every place, is allowed to do this.

So, now that we have no land and can’t survive, we’ll just move to another place to open up wasteland.

After Lao Gen told his grandson about this, his grandson Feng had different opinions.

"Grandpa, since we are going to move to a new place, why should we move to another poor place and live a poor life again? I may have to live the same life as you do today and make the same choice in 30 years."

"Do you remember how I got my name?"

For people who don't have a surname, it's more difficult to come up with a name.

Because there is no surname, the first name is the only identification.

So, there are some methods when choosing a name.

For example, methods such as falsehood, borrowing, meaning, and metaphor.

How did the wind get its name?

Because when he was born, his family had nothing.

It's not like there's nothing, because there are window holes but no windows, so there's wind in the house.

So the person who was asked to name him named him Feng.

At first glance, this name sounds good and quite meaningful.

Others who have read books would ask: "What kind of wind is this? Is it the family wind or the noble wind? Is it the literary wind or the martial wind? Is it the gentle wind or the spring wind?"

Family style is strictness, Kaifeng is filial piety, literary style is knowledge, martial style is wealth, Qingfeng is indifference, and spring breeze is harmony.

Wind: “It’s the whirring, whirring, whirring wind.”

The person who asked the question turned red, white, and blue. What happened? He was blown away by the poor style of his family!

Now Feng had an idea: "Grandpa, I heard that people in Chang'an are very wealthy now. We are leaving anyway, so why not go to Chang'an?"

Lao Gen was a little hesitant.

Chang'an is thousands of miles away from Zhao State. How can we get there?

How long will this take?

The wind didn't care.

"Let's wait until spring comes and we are no longer cold, then we will set out and head all the way to Chang'an."

In the warm spring, the grandfather and grandson set out.

Early the next morning after they set out, a nobleman came to this poor village on horseback, pulling three carts of copper coins.

"Hire workers, seven hundred yuan a month."

The village head stepped forward tremblingly and said, "I heard someone say that the county is now building a road that has been extended to the county, and they are recruiting workers everywhere. With so many people going, they still can't finish the road. Why are they still recruiting workers?"

I heard that most of the people in the pavilion next door and next door have left and haven't come back yet.

Recruiting again?
Is this a scam? Could it be that everyone was tricked out and killed?

The noble young man said: "You know nothing, old man. The road from the county to the prefecture was completed last year. Now they are building a road from the county to the next county. Your village is close, so they can build a branch road over there."

"I have bought the good road in front of your village, but you still have so much land. When the road is opened, your grain can be sold for ten more yuan per stone than now."

The village head was surprised: "We also need to build a road here?"

Young nobleman: "Go and call for help."

The village head thought for a moment and said, "But now it's spring farming season, and I'm afraid we won't be able to find many people to work at 800 yuan a month."

Young nobleman: "Nonsense, if it weren't for spring plowing, I would pay a maximum of three hundred."

This is inside a valley, not a big place. The county only paid 600 yuan for road construction two years ago, and only 1,200 yuan this year.

The village head said: "There are some people who don't have land. I'll go ask them."

The village head came to Lao Gen's house.

Seeing that no one was home, he asked the neighbor next door: "Hey, where is Lao Gen?"

The man next door squatted on a rammed earth mound and picked his teeth: "He's not in the village anymore."

The village head was puzzled: "Why is he not in the village? Where is Feng?"

"The wind? Of course it blew it away."

The head of the village: "? Speak properly."

Next door: "Because they are as free as the wind."

Lao Gen and Feng had been poor for several years. Finally, when there was a job opening for their village, they left a day early.

Two weeks later, Lao Gen'er and Feng walked along the Zhao State Highway with great precision.

Zhao State Highway is the second highway of Zhao State. It is a major artery connecting the river docks and runs through the entire Zhao State.

Repair the left side to the right and the right side to the left.

Every road construction site is recruiting workers.

I don't know how Lao Gen and his grandson were so precise and walked to the connection between the left and right sides of the Zhao State Highway.

Because of the tight deadline, in addition to tamping the earth in the middle section, everyone went to both sides to pull cement mortar.

The grandfather and grandson were surprised when they walked by: "This road is different from the roads we have seen before. How come it is flush with the dirt road next to it? How can we walk on it if it rains?"

Feng: "It seems that we are still too poor here. We are not willing to raise the road even an inch. We are too poor."

Just half a day after the grandfather and grandson started walking on the road, large groups of people on both sides of the Zhao State Highway lined up on the hills on both sides.

Two months later, it was the height of summer and the road construction site beside the Yellow River was deserted as everyone had gone to escape the heat.

Grandfather and grandson walked past the compacted ground at the construction site.

Lao Gen: "Why is it that everyone says that roads are being built everywhere, but we haven't encountered any?"

Feng scratched his head: "How would I know? Maybe we are going in the wrong direction."

Lao Gen pointed to the surging river ahead and said, "Isn't that a big river? We've already walked here, how could we have gone the wrong way?"

“There’s just no ferry.”

Feng: "Then we are still going the wrong way."

At this time, by the river, the owner of a small boat workshop was scratching his head.

They went to Chang'an to learn advanced ship technology and now have the technology to build boats that can cross the Yellow River.

But the problem is that no one dared to test sail except the people in the factory.

This boat will be unstable if there are people inside it. It will be more stable if we put stones as heavy as people inside. This is definitely not a good idea.

The employee was at a loss: "We've bought all the pigs from places that are close by, and we're still short. We need at least two more people."

As they were talking, Lao Gen and his grandson walked out from the hillock by the river.

The boss was excited: "Fellow countryman!"

When Lao Gen and the others walked over, the boss brought them some water to drink and fanned them to cool down, and it was honey water!
The boss asked for some meat and begged, "Excuse me!"

"Take our boat across the river and back again. I'll give you three hundred dollars for a round trip."

Feng: "Three hundred?"

Feng thought it would cost three hundred coins to cross the river.

The boss gritted his teeth and said, "Five hundred... one tael at a time, no more. The most I can give you is one tael."

Feng and Laogen looked at each other.

Huh? Give us money? Always?
One thousand dollars?
Lao Gen: “Is this… okay?”

The boss saw that there was a chance and hurriedly said, "Old man, you two must help me. Although our boat is new, it is big and good. It uses the technology from Chang'an. But now it is loaded with more than 20 pigs, so it smells a bit."

"I'll give you six hundred coins first, and after the return trip, I'll leave you with four hundred coins!"

Lao Gen and Feng looked at each other.

Feng: "Then... OK?"

Lao Gen poked his grandson's shoulder and said in a deep voice: "But we want to sit at the bow."

When the boat crossed the river, Lao Gen signaled to his grandson to get ashore and run. Otherwise, he would have to take the boat back.

This boatman must be mentally ill for paying people to ride on his boat. If he is caught, he will definitely be sent back to the east bank of the river.

The boat docked and people were still using poles to stop it, but Lao Gen and Feng ran away.

Those two men were not wearing shoes, they just ran away, and they ran very fast.

The twenty or so pigs behind were all frightened. They were originally grunting, but were frightened into standing still.

The shipyard owner and employees were also confused when they saw that the experimental subject had run away.

Why are you running away?
The balance hasn't been paid yet! You don't want the remaining 400 bucks?

what?
Lao Gen and Feng, the grandfather and grandson, can be called conceptual gods.

All the way from Zhao State to the Yellow River, they kept walking and walking, but they never encountered any county town, let alone a county town!
They passed some small villages along the way.

People in the small village were all talking about how good Chang'an was, how rich the county town was, and how easy the roads out were.

Lao Gen'er and Feng: Is it easy to walk?
The soles of my feet have turned into donkey hooves!

The two of them didn't even encounter a cement road, and no one knew how they did it.

The only reason for this situation is that the feudal lords in places like Hedong and Pingyang County of Zhao State, such as Cao Xiang and his men, were too incompetent. They built too few roads and the road network density was not enough.

But after crossing the Yellow River, they still didn't encounter any cement roads along the way.

That's abstract enough.

I really don't know if they are born to avoid the holy body on the road.

If the Huns could sneak in and capture the grandfather and grandson as their guide, they would surely be annihilated along the way.

But after all, they received 600 yuan in funding from the shipyard, and they were able to buy food in the countryside.

Just keep walking.

I haven't seen a big city yet.

Anyway, I asked people passing by and found out that we were getting closer and closer to Chang'an.

All were left in silence.

Is the world a hoax? There are no cities in the world, and they are all hoaxes?

Until this day.

Lao Gen'er and Feng walked onto a huge, wide asphalt road.

It was already the end of the Mid-Autumn Festival. If it were two months ago, the asphalt road would have cured their donkey-like soles.

But now, walking on the road, both the grandfather and grandson were stunned.

They walked on Chang'an Avenue.

Chang'an Avenue is also called Chang'an First Ring Road.

They are currently traveling on Chang'an Avenue East Section 2.

This road runs north-south, not east-west.

They didn't know that Chang'an was just ahead along the north-south road. They thought Chang'an should be at one end of such a road.

So the grandfather and grandson chose one side at random.

I chose to go south.

If they go north, it only takes three miles for them to reach Wannian County. No matter how poor Wannian County is, it is extremely prosperous for the grandfather and grandson. But who can blame them for having such strange buffs on them?

As they headed south, there were countless construction sites.

When Chang'an Avenue was expanded to form a circle at the beginning of the year, it was destined that the surrounding area would develop.

However, Liu Che and Huo Hai did not have much money, so they held on to the land.

Construction has begun now and there is a shortage of people everywhere.

As the grandfather and grandson walked along the way, they came across construction sites where people were having lunch.

That's true, I didn't meet anyone along the way.

There were more than three million workers on the road from Zhao State to here, but they didn't meet any of them.

There were countless carriages and cargo ships on the road, but they didn't encounter any of them once.

There were so many cities and so many awesome places along the way, but they didn't see any of them.

They just walked around Chang'an Avenue like this.

Wang Nan walked to the corner and turned west.

There was still no one on the road heading west until I reached the corner.

Finally, when they were still five miles away from Jianzhang Palace and had already entered the bustling textile factory area, the grandfather and grandson were so sleepy and tired that they decided to fall asleep as they had done every day for the past six months.

They didn't know that the place where they were sleeping was a vegetable market in the textile area.

Many of the textile factories in this area were newly established and needed markets, but there were no market plans. So a temporary market was spontaneously formed next to the vacant land in the southwest section of Chang'an Avenue.

There are many textile workers and construction workers and their families in this market area, and there are no residents within two miles.

Therefore, this vegetable market usually opens before dawn and closes after three in the afternoon.

After closing the stall, everyone went home of course, so there was no one here.

They had actually walked into the prosperous Chang'an along the way, but they still hadn't met anyone.

Early in the morning, a large man transporting goods walked up to them and almost ran them over with his cart.

"Oh my god! Who is sleeping on the street?"

In fact, it wasn’t really on the main road. After all, I didn’t sleep on Chang’an Avenue. I just slept on the concrete ground beside the road.

After a while, another person came: "Huh? This is crazy, who is occupying a stall here in the middle of the night?"

"I've been setting up my stall at this spot for seven or eight days, and I always come earlier than others. This time I've met my match!"

"Hey? What kind of business are these two doing? Why are the people here but the goods are not there?"

The sky became brighter.

Feng heard the noise beside his ears and sat up, yawning.

He was confused when he sat up.

Coming from a small rural village, he had never seen a hundred people standing together in his life.

At this time, there was a lot of traffic and hundreds of people could be seen at a glance.

I turned around and looked behind me, front, back, left, and right. In every direction, there were people, cars, and stalls.

Some of the things on sale were familiar to him, they were food, but some were completely unfamiliar to him.

Feng hurriedly pushed Lao Gen'er's back: "Grandpa, we are surrounded!"

Lao Gen was very alert and woke up suddenly. He pulled out the sickle from his thigh: "Is it a pack of wolves or wild boars?"

Lao Gen, with sleepy eyes, took a closer look.

It was surrounded by people.

Surrounded by food.

Surrounded by carriages.

Lao Gen and Feng were stunned.

I was in a deserted place yesterday, how come I am suddenly surrounded by a crowd now?

This feeling of being in another world drove the grandfather and grandson crazy.

After the grandfather and grandson got up, the owner of the stall next door asked: "Hey, what kind of business are you doing? Why haven't the goods arrived yet at this time?"

Feng said in a Zhao accent: "Business? No, I came to Chang'an to find a job."

When he said finding a way to make a living, he meant finding a way to make a living. He just wanted to have something to eat because he couldn't survive in his hometown.

The vendor heard this and said, "Looking for a job? I think I've heard of this before... You're from Shu County, right? Oh, I remember now."

The sales boss thought that what he said about finding a way to make a living was the "finding a way to make a living" in Shu County. "Finding a way to make a living" in Shu County means finding a job. Although the source is the same, it is more of a general description rather than really being unable to survive.

"Your Shujun accent is quite strange. They're hiring over there."

The grandfather and grandson also came here, and there were ten thousand construction sites recruiting workers.

They would have stopped at any construction site they came across.

Even if you come to Chang'an and go north, you may never come back to the west in your life, let alone find a job here.

But that's how life works.

If Feng's descendants knew that their ancestors walked all the way from Zhao State to settle down west of Chang'an, I wonder how grateful they would be to their ancestors.

This is the final destination for the future struggles of three generations of the family.

The grandfather and grandson passed by a bustling market that sold everything, and finally they plucked up the courage to ask a simple-looking noodle shop how much a bowl of noodles cost.

I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I heard that a bowl of noodles only cost one dollar.

He started eating with a grunt.

After the meal, the grandfather and grandson finally understood that the prices in Chang'an didn't seem to be that expensive, but the people here earned a lot.

The two looked at their bare feet and then at the feet of people nearby, so the grandfather and grandson found a shoe store.

Passersby said it was called Adidas Trefoil? What's the name? Who cares? Anyway, it looks like it sells shoes.

The clerk saw the two people coming in barefoot and asked them whether they wanted to buy durable, comfortable, or cold-proof clothes.

Feng asked about the price, which was not too expensive, so he ordered a nice pair.

Rubber-soled pigskin boots.

Lao Gen chose a pair of thick rubber-soled cotton shoes.

The two continued walking forward, wanting to wash their feet at a riverside.

He was chased by the yamen runners and ran around for three miles.

They thought that Chang'an prohibited people fleeing famine from entering, so they were being chased. Finally, they could not run anymore and stopped, only to realize that they were just about to wash their feet in the artificial canal that brought water to the imperial palace.

It was a close call that the entire nine clans were wiped out.

The yamen runners were afraid that they would cause trouble, so they personally took them home to fetch water to wash their feet and asked them how they could run so fast.

I used to work as a rickshaw driver, and I was almost beaten to death by the grandfather and grandson.

When I learned that they came all the way from Zhao State, I was convinced.

I originally wanted to tell them that now Zhao State can take a boat to Chang'an for only 400 coins, and it can still take a boat for more than 100 coins, although the boat is of a lower quality.

But when he saw the two grandfather and grandson bragging that they only spent more than 800 yuan along the way, he held back and said nothing.

The grandfather and grandson saw coal balls and hot water at the yamen runner's house, and only then did they realize that in Chang'an, everyone used hot water every day, and washing feet with hot water every day was nothing special.

It brought tears to my eyes.

The two took a bath here and were then sent to a nearby textile factory by yamen runners.

The textile factory is hiring.

The boss was a little confused when he learned that they had just come to Chang'an from far away.

But seeing that they were honest, he let them stay.

After giving them the factory's standard uniforms, we waited for them to change into them.

The boss then took them to the steam engine and told them what their jobs were and who they were learning from.

Lao Gen and Feng were stunned when they saw the steam engine.

The biggest thing they had ever seen in their lives was the donkey cart of the village head. What on earth was this thing in front of them!
Can this thing still make noises?
This thing with such a big iron ingot spinning so loudly, what is this?

At this time, a man in official uniform came running over, calling for everyone to gather. When he got closer, he panted and said to the boss, "His Majesty is on a tour, inspecting, and he has chosen your house!"

The boss was shocked: "Ah? Who is that? Everyone in the factory, listen up. All the handsome, good-looking, and tall people, come to the front. We must show the style and appearance of our Tao Textile Factory!"

The official reminded: "If your majesty wants to ask questions, let those who can read stand in front first!"

The boss shouted again hurriedly.

Everyone was moving, but then a new order came in and everything got stuck.

Another official ran in: "Your Majesty has arrived!"

Then the Yulin Guards came rushing in.

The first official to arrive: “It’s too late!”

The boss hurriedly said: "Stand still!"

Everyone just stood there.

Lao Gen and Feng, who initially squeezed toward the back, are now squeezed into the front row and cannot go back.

Just stand still.

The boss was still staring at Feng, and whispered a thousand warnings: "You newcomers don't know anything, so keep your heads down and don't make eye contact with His Majesty, lest you be singled out for questioning and bring shame to our factory."

Your Majesty? Question?
Feng quickly put his chin on his chest.

Not to mention His Majesty, even the pavilion chief Feng didn't dare to respond.

After the trial voyage, Huo Hai and Liu Che decided to inspect the industry. Since the textile industry had great development prospects, he simply chose the textile industry.

In this way, people in the future will be able to look back at the information and see that Your Majesty attached importance to the development of the textile industry when there were no signs of success.

It is indeed ahead of the times and leading the development of the Han Dynasty.

In fact, the output of the textile industry has increased more than 800 times since its emergence.

A group of people entered the Tao Textile Factory. Liu Che whispered to Huo Hai, "Choose someone who understands."

Liu Che himself didn't understand, so he chose someone who didn't understand, and then had his questions and answers written down for future generations to laugh at?
Huo Hai: "No problem, I guarantee it!"

Huo Hai doesn't look at faces because faces can be deceiving.

Clothes? In order to advertise themselves, the Dow Textile Factory made advertising versions of their clothes. They were all the same clothes, and the bosses all wore the same clothes.

That's the shoes.

Huo Hai took a look and saw a pair of official shoes and a pair of lambskin boots.

It is obvious that one of these two people is a local official and the other is the boss.

Huo Hai looked over there and saw a man wearing rubber-soled leather boots.

Tasteful, rubber soles? The first batch of rubber has just been shipped back, and the formula for tires still needs to be studied. As for shoes, it is more casual, so the shoes have been made.

But there was no time for newspaper promotion.

Therefore, those who know about it are all researchers at the institute.

The boy was wearing rubber-soled leather shoes and had a very dark skin. He looked like a frontline researcher.

This guy is in this factory, maybe he is the boss’s son?

That's him.

So many confirmations, are they all coincidences? The probability of something going wrong is almost zero.

If something goes wrong or you choose the wrong person, then there is something wrong with this world.

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