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Chapter 132: Industrial Development
As soon as Alanka left, Connie walked in.

As an intelligence officer of the Military Affairs Department's Intelligence Bureau, a senior military officer in charge of all intelligence agents (although this bureau is still a hollow department), Connie has the privilege of meeting Chris directly without having to report to him.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness."

Connie, wearing a dark blue velvet coat and epaulettes with two bars and one star on her shoulders, looked apologetic.

"I didn't notice the problems in the refugee camps, didn't know about Alanka's actions, and didn't even know there were so many followers of the Goddess of Agriculture in the refugee camps."

“This is not your problem. I never ordered you to pay attention to religious issues in the refugee camps.”

To be honest, Chris hadn't thought about what role Connie's intelligence studio could play at the moment, because apart from giving her money, Chris hadn't supported Connie in other areas.

Growing up in the lower class of Neyama and coming into contact with many petty thieves, Connie, who likes to gather information, might be a good material for an agent.

However, as this was her first time taking on such a job with little education, Chris had no expectations on how long it would take to produce results.

So, Chris never blamed Connie, but the latter felt very guilty.

Connie's face changed from gloomy to bright, and then she raised her hand grimly and scratched her neck.

"Your Highness, I have quite a few young men under my command who don't believe in the Earth Mother Goddess, and they're also very tight-lipped... I can have them choose a light-turner to turn off a light in the middle of the night."

Chris waved his hand, signaling Connie not to do this. The light she was referring to was not the light in the usual sense, but the light of human life.

Lights out is a slang term in the killer industry in Neama, meaning killer. Turning off the lights means killing.

Chris sincerely persuaded Connie to give up her extreme idea. He didn't need the latter to be a black glove. There was really no need.

"Connie, your intelligence officers should never assassinate or kidnap anyone except traitors. After all, you're going to be a big shot, a noble, in the future, so you can't get your hands dirty."

Players would definitely sneer at such rhetoric, but it is very effective for Connie now.

Upon hearing this, Connie's mouth corners suddenly curled up uncontrollably.

"Oh, that's right, hehe... ahem, Your Highness, what should I do then?"

"Continue your normal work, recruit personnel, train agents, and maintain internal surveillance. If you have the spare time, I hope you can gather intelligence from the outside world."

"Understood, Your Highness."

"Go ahead, I'm busy and have things to do."

After dealing with Connie's affairs, Chris continued with his paperwork.

There are now more than 5,000 refugees gathered under Chris's command, of which 2,000 refugees in better physical condition have been dispersed to the town of Beach to carry out land reclamation work, or to participate in the infantry regiment's recruit training camp.

Isaac was in charge of the training of the new recruits and was busy and enjoying himself. Apart from sending messengers to ask Chris for supplies, there was almost no other information.

The newly appointed mayor of Biqi Town, Diunirem, is very capable. He has appointed a player deputy mayor who is good at farming to preside over the work of dividing land for the militia and the agricultural brigade, while he himself has devoted himself to the great cause of industrialization.

Diunirem determined the address of the industrial park on the open space outside the town of Biqi and began to build a dam. While preparing to block the water and build a water hammer, he also launched an "investment promotion" campaign to call on more players to open handicraft workshops.

Meanwhile, Diunirem was aggressively developing real estate near the Kashro Mountains, commissioning the construction of wooden villas and cabins with courtyards, designed by him. These villas, nestled against the backdrop of a mountain and water, offered breathtaking views, and he planned to sell them to players. This policy, Diunirem's own, inadvertently solved one of Chris's biggest concerns: players' reluctance to spend real money.

There are quite a few players who are excited and want to settle down in Beach Town. Many of them are scenery lovers and they all want to have a pastoral cottage of their own in the game.

Chris naturally wouldn't spoil the players' fun. He reviewed Diunirem's application overnight and approved it all, giving him strong policy support:

Tax exemption for real estate projects;
After the handicraft workshop is built, it will be exempt from taxes for three years, and as long as the product quality is qualified, the government will purchase all of it.

With the strong support of Prince Chris, Diunirem implemented his policies more actively, attracting many players who could only buy houses with gold due to lack of silver dollars to go to the pre-purchased houses in Biqi Town to check out the beautiful scenery of their future houses, and then began to fantasize about their future pastoral life.

In addition to the scenery party who started spending money, the industrial party players were also attracted by the "handicraft workshop park" planned by Diunirem, and were full of expectations for the future prospects of industrialization.

As word spread quickly within the gaming community, Beachtown's popularity continued to rise.

Diunirem's plan not only attracted those who pursued a pastoral life, but also allowed some industrial players who had not yet entered the game to see unprecedented opportunities.

They applied for game accounts one after another, created their characters, and immediately flocked to Beach Town, bringing with them their vision and plans for an industrialized future, ready to show their talents on this land.

The arrival of these new players brought new vitality to Beach Town. They brought advanced technology and rich experience and began to build a handicraft workshop park.

Within the industrial park near the river formed by the melting ice and snow of the Kaslo Mountains, they plan to establish various types of workshops, from basic wood processing and stone cutting to complex weapon forging and the production of various types of armor.

In Diunirem's plan, the handicraft workshop park is divided into multiple functional areas: raw material processing area, parts manufacturing area, finished product assembly area, and an innovation center dedicated to research and development and testing.

It is hard to say whether such an ambitious plan will succeed in the future, but now Rem has already drawn up the big picture and taken the first step.

He announced that he would build a railway to Bolas Fortress and was now open to bidding, allowing any player who opened a blacksmith shop or wood processing workshop, as well as a player who liked civil engineering to form a team to bid.

This news further aroused the enthusiasm of the players, and they began to call on their friends and spend money to recruit and train NPC workers.

The two thousand refugees who were transferred there were almost completely absorbed by the handicraft-like town of Bicchi without even making a splash. This made Chris think about whether to temporarily stop the logging and land reclamation on Bolas' side so that the remaining three thousand refugees could do more meaningful things.

Logging is easy to do. The handicraft workshop park in Beach Town needs wood, whether as fuel or building materials, a large amount of wood is needed.

But the land reclamation really broadened Chris's horizons and he understood why there were so few farmlands in Bagnia... This land can grow trees and weeds, but not crops.

The reason is simple: the soil layer is thin, the fertility is low, the water retention is poor, the erosion risk is high, and there are a lot of stones. When a hoe is used, the tough stones buried in the soil can create a blocking and rebounding effect.

This is the situation in the mountains near Bolas Fortress, which makes Chris scratch his head.

It seems that farming on this piece of barren land will cost more than the benefits. He needs to think of other ways to resettle the refugees.

How about setting up some garment factories and then selling clothes abroad? This is a great way to relocate the idle labor force.

Chris began to think about his idea, then turned and left the office to ask someone if his plan was feasible.

　PS: I'm going on a long trip tomorrow, so I'm taking a day off in advance because I'm unlikely to have the energy and time to update tomorrow night.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)