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However, due to lax military preparedness, most of them are now poorly managed, no one is willing to take them over, and they have even become financial black holes.

Exchanging these assets, which outsiders consider valuable but whose true value is known to family members, for real gold and silver and the most urgently needed food is clearly a good deal.

In particular, the quality of military supplies from many factories is seriously substandard. The emperor had long ago planned to shut down some of them and concentrate financial resources on a few military factories that could still maintain quality and scale.

Not only can it reduce government spending, but it can also straighten out the chaotic state of military equipment in the Great Yan Dynasty.

In particular, many of these items have proven to be only good for amusement during exercises and parades, and are completely useless on the battlefield, so they need to be scrapped.

The military factories and supporting factories that produce them need to be dealt with separately. Whether they are dismantled or laid off, it will cause a large number of unemployed people and additional financial expenditures. Yuegang's actions have given him a glimpse of a certain... opportunity.

"This is one of your largest shipyards?" When the Great Yan was willing to transfer a super-large shipyard and its supporting weapons factory located north of Longmen at a very favorable price, the little tiger thought that the Great Yan emperor must have ejaculated all the stuff in his brain while having sex with Consort Bin last night.

This is a super-large manufacturing zone capable of building ships of the same size as Rhodes Island, 830 meters long and over 200 meters wide—written as "capital ships" but read as "mobile fortresses." The only reasonable explanation for transferring such a national treasure is that you've splattered your brains out.

As a result... the dilapidated factory area was still acceptable, after all, even more dilapidated factories were still shining brightly in Kazdel;

It's acceptable for workers to be idle and like street urchins; at worst, they can be fired, and only the key technical personnel can be retained, with their own workers coming over. In fact, it might even be a good thing.

The equipment may lack maintenance, but that's fine. Kazdel has no shortage of mechanical maintenance personnel. It's all thanks to Master Ke. Spending three years in the Kazdel Armored Battalion is like getting a master's degree in mechanical repair. Most people who can't learn to repair it either die or change careers.

However, your shipyard is overgrown with weeds, and although your supporting factory workshops have been specially cleaned to prepare for inspections, most of your equipment has been damaged and all the valuable parts have been stolen!

Also, your steel furnace hasn't been turned on for years. The ash is almost fossilized. The price of burning this stuff again is more than the price you sell it for.

Not to mention engineers; the old craftsmen have long been taken by those wealthy gentry, who also have their own factories and need these technicians. The rest are just people who draw salaries without working, just holding the title, and beggars and hooligans that the managers somehow found to make up the numbers, so that the inspection team wouldn't look too bad when they came.

"The cutting blades are gone, the processing materials are gone, the warehouse is full of garbage, the two furnaces have collapsed, and the cutting and welding equipment is nowhere to be found..."

"What about people?"

"They're all gone. They're all on the list, but we can't find the people on it. Should we still buy them?"

"Buy it!" The little tiger gritted his teeth. As long as this hole is there, why worry about not having carrots?

At worst, we can just use headhunters, the kind who professionally poach talent. When it comes to benefits and compensation, what fool would dare to compare with the Xia Group in Kazdel? Even Rhodes Island wouldn't dare!

"But what if they resort to underhanded tactics and dirty tricks?"

"Are we lacking assassins, suicide squad members, or simply not enough mercenaries?"

The little tiger glanced curiously at the guide, or rather, translator, from Moonport who had accompanied them, and asked, "How many divisions do they have?"

"But this is, after all, the Great Yan!"

"But these are all Sarkaz!"

"Uh..." The scene immediately fell silent. The meaning was clear: this is Great Yan, not your territory. It's not so easy to send troops and use violence. The other side's answer was even more self-righteous: it's all the Sarkaz's fault.

Sarkaz mercenaries and bandits are well-known in Terra. You were robbed by a large group of Sarkaz raiders on horseback? What kind of Terran news is this?

Of course not. In fact, it would be news if you encountered a group of Sarkaz mercenaries or raiders and returned alive with nothing to your name.

"With the border fighting so fierce, it's normal for small groups of Sarkaz routs to loot towns... Do you think you don't know what routs look like?"

"Uh..." That's why I have nothing to say!

Chapter Fifty Shipyard

Chapter 50

Da Yan, the newly established "Zhu Lu Shipyard".

The name comes from the "Zhulu" colony, Xia's birthplace, an oceanic island planet whose main products are ultrapure water and molten salt working fluid. It also produces bacteria, fish, organic fertilizer, and other miscellaneous products, making it a relatively common Covenant light industrial planet.

The permanent population is less than 200 million, all of whom live on a large island and the surrounding artificial island cities.

After that, due to business reasons, Lao Xia and his colleagues moved to the nearby Space City and started working at a car repair... well, a small and medium-sized spacecraft repair shop.

"You people go to the logistics department to collect your wages..."

"Thank you, boss!" The young men, all smiles, nodded. They hadn't expected that as soon as they changed owners, the boss would start handing out money. They were quite savvy.

"Then you don't need to come tomorrow. You've all been fired." A hush fell over the factory's unloading plaza; the other party seemed completely unprepared for this outcome.

Whoever runs the business has to give these powerful local families and tyrants from the surrounding area some benefits. Otherwise, they might not be good enough to succeed, but they're more than capable of ruining things.

Putting aside other things, they steal things from the factory, throw stones at the gate, lie on the freight road to extort money, and even gather a group of idlers to surround and block the factory. Even if the other party hires strong security guards, they can still beat up the workers and suppliers.

Anyway, there are plenty of ways to make the other party submit, and once the other party resorts to force or something, their official protectors will step in.

Unless the other party is also powerful, by communicating through official channels and adopting the attitude of "it's better to avoid trouble," one can still gain some benefits.

"Wasn't I clear enough? Based on your original behavior, you should all be treated as thieves. However, since we hadn't acquired this place yet at that time, we couldn't care less. Giving you severance pay is already more than enough," the little tiger said seriously.

"You bitch! Don't be so ungrateful, you've offended us..." "And then what? A bunch of unknown bandits came to rob our truck, or people from the nearby villages came to block the gate, and then a few random widows came to block the gate?"

She had done her homework before daring to dismiss the idlers and take on this mess; she knew their common tactics inside and out.

"I'm not afraid to tell you, things aren't peaceful at the border lately. A large group of Sarkaz bandits, whom we can't control, have come in. You'd better move to another place. Besides, we can't protect the villages outside the factories. Besides, this is a matter for the Great Yan Dynasty, isn't it?"

Looking at the blank faces of these street thugs, Little Tiger added, "Isn't my meaning very clear? We've invested tens of billions in this factory, and we don't mind investing a few hundred million more to pave the way. Rather than buying peace of mind, why not create peace of mind?"

To put it bluntly, it's just about being inhuman, is there really that much difficulty? If you rely on the power of the local clans and idle people in the village, it's that simple—Terra also has slaves and laborers.

Even in the Great Yan Dynasty, there were slaves who sold themselves into servitude. A group of Sarkaz bandits stormed into the manor, smashed the gates of the leading clans, looted their property, and then tied up these idlers and street urchins and sent them to the mines in Ursus to work in the mines.

The remaining people can be scattered, divided, and mixed with the Sarkaz farmers and sent to Kazdel to farm. The remaining honest and law-abiding farmers and workers can also receive a sum of money to appease their nerves. With a combination of punishment and compensation, and by introducing a reward system for reporting such cases, the problem can be solved with just a small amount of money.

As for the local officials of the Great Yan, given Kazdel's style, killing officials and rebelling is not the first time. Just let them die without any consequences, and then send a letter of denunciation to the emperor and that will be the end of it.

Of course, given the shrewdness of the officials of the Great Yan Dynasty, they would never allow a large number of armed forces to explode within their jurisdiction.

"Alright, since you have so many objections, then we won't be giving you severance pay. Oh, right, I almost forgot." Little Tiger glanced down at the agreement. "I remember that Da Yan transferred the factory and all the workers, but didn't say you had to work in the factory? Men, take them all down!"

"Since you don't want to leave, then don't leave. There are mines in Ursus waiting for you to shine."

Anyway, mining volcanic lava surfaces doesn't require much technical skill, but it's extremely dangerous. The ground can collapse at any time, and the hard magma and solidified ground are indistinguishable to the naked eye.

The technical work of operating long-arm cranes and salvage frames deep into magma is certainly not for these incompetent good-for-nothings. However, they're perfectly capable of smashing rocks with shovels in the cooling zone.

"Don't worry, we are law-abiding businessmen. We will pay you the wages you are owed. Take a headcount, and when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Pay us according to the standards of the Great Yan Dynasty. If anyone comes to demand people or cause trouble, throw them out. If anyone blocks our convoy and tries to act like a rogue, run them over!"

In Kazdel, it wouldn't be so complicated. The army could simply move in, conduct door-to-door population and employment surveys, then merge villages and towns, split surnames, and forcibly distribute so-called clan lands and properties to all clan families.

The large family was divided into several independent households, and the ancestral hall and property occupied by the clan elders were distributed to everyone.

This means that, apart from a few beneficiaries of the eldest son's lineage, even within these large families, there is strong support for the Doctor and his group to do this. Those who dare to cause trouble will be dealt with according to the Sarkaz tradition, an upgraded version of the wheel-slashing method, by killing all the clan leaders and patriarchs who are in charge.

After all, neither Lao Xia nor the doctor had any interest in the limited knowledge and traditional culture they possessed.

They even prefer to completely destroy all of Terra's traditions, change customs and habits, fundamentally shatter the tribal divisions of the Sarkaz, and mold them into a unified whole.

"What if they report it to the authorities?"

"What are the typical circumstances under which the Great Yan Dynasty goes to file a complaint with the Emperor?"

"They definitely won't make it to the capital!"

"So you're just going to let them get to the prefectural city to file a complaint? We don't bully men or women, we don't extort or plunder, we even give them jobs and income. If they don't know what's good for them, those scoundrels can do it, but we can't?" So what if they're not human? Anyone can be the same.

"I treat them as human beings, but they choose not to. We can also choose not to treat them as human beings. Anyway, this is the Great Yan, not our own territory. We don't need to consider long-term rule or popular support. It's just that we give them the same good treatment out of basic conscience and habit."

In fact, Little Tiger clearly overestimated the power of the local forces in Da Yan, a local force based on small-farmer thinking.

To put it bluntly, they bully the weak and fear the strong. They showed this attitude at the shipyard, saying that if they didn't want to give face, then they didn't have to, and the shipyard automatically backed down.

In particular, the threat posed by that Sakaz bandit was quite substantial and powerful, and the bandit suppression capabilities of the Great Yan bureaucracy were evident to all.

The bandits' methods were well-known. Faced with the potential for the entire village to be wiped out, and the attitude behind their tactics, they were enough to shut them up.

This is why they dare to block the gates of shipyards and even the Great Yan fleet's base, but not the gates of mountain bandits. Theoretically, the latter are inferior to the former two in terms of equipment, combat strength, and numbers. However, the former two must abide by the rules and follow the righteous path, so they can be deceived.

To put it bluntly, it means "good people should have guns pointed at them." But if the other side acts like a big bandit, clearly telling you that the boss has settled here and won't harm you much because of the principle of "a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow," but if you cause trouble, then they'll be softer than anyone else.

After all, whether it's the government, the military, or anything else, they all need to operate and govern locally. But if the other side shows that they don't care about governing at all, don't need your money, food, or manpower, and even wish they could find a way to kill you all and have you migrate from other places...

Especially when these outsiders are fully capable of wreaking havoc on the local area and then leaving without a trace, a more advanced version of the saying "the people will not fight against the officials" emerges.

Of course, there were also a few widows who came to block the door, and some people whose sons had been arrested lay on the road and made a scene.

However, when the heavy trucks weighing over 100 tons adopted an attitude of "Isn't the sidewalk quite spacious?", these previously trembling elderly men and women rolled away from under the wheels with astonishing agility.

The remaining people mostly accepted their fate, especially when the shipyard started distributing pensions and resettlement allowances to the workers' families on the list. They were extremely grateful, as their wages and pensions had long been squandered by those village bullies and hooligans.

The next step was to simultaneously recruit workers through normal means and conscript men. The local government had already communicated with them, and the dual pressure from the imperial court and local finances made the officials turn a blind eye to the conscription.

The main targets of conscription were all sorts of street urchins and beggars. After screening, those who had just gone bankrupt and become beggars, and who still had the ability and willingness to work, were recruited as young laborers through normal recruitment channels.

Those who engaged in the practice of mutilation and mutilation disappeared along with their entire families, along with those hooligans. Don't misunderstand, they weren't killed.

After all, this is the land of Great Yan, and it's not good to kill people here indiscriminately. But since they've left their names on the factory's employee list, they are factory workers, and it's normal for them to be transferred to other places.

The workplace is the mines of Ursus. If the mines can't accommodate them all, the sand miners in the North are needed. If that still can't be accommodated, the farms and mines of Kazdel can continue to absorb them. Finally, if there's still no room left, the railway project connecting the Dividing Mountains and the highway tunnel project will also need them.

After two or three months of management, all the natural villages and hamlets around the shipyard disappeared, and people moved into the newly built workers' residential area and farms. Those who were unwilling to move were persuaded by Sakaz bandits. After the families were split up, and the workers and farmers were separated and gathered in several residential areas and farms, the originally large local clans were basically disintegrated.

Especially when the clan's land was divided up, many elderly people said they would report it to the authorities.

However... they all disappeared on the road, and the eldest son's children also disappeared a few days later (they were sent to work in other factories). After everyone thought they were dealt with by the ruthless new employer, the thorn was gone.

Besides, most people are only psychologically unaccustomed to the disappearance of the clan. The clan land that was originally in the hands of the clan leader is still very appealing, and they get used to this new way of life in no time.

After all, the community has everything from supermarkets to various supply facilities, and the prices are very affordable. The only reason I'm a little nervous is that the neighbors are all strangers.

However, as the factory began cleaning up equipment, tidying up the factory area, and repairing the factory buildings, the heavy workload of working three shifts quickly left them with little energy to do anything else.

Most of the surrounding villages were originally made up of the families of former factory workers, but they gradually declined and it became almost impossible to find skilled workers who could still work in the factory. In the end, they had to transfer a group of people from Kazdel to clean up the factory together with a few surviving old engineers.

After the damaged shipbuilding equipment was inspected, some of the relatively good equipment was kept, while the rest were scrapped and recycled. New equipment was then purchased from the supporting factory. After a large amount of manpower was organized to clean up the canal, the various filth and weeds inside were cleaned up, and the smell of herbicide permeated the area.

The factory was renovated and the walls were repainted. It took nearly half a year to get the factory back to a state where it could barely resume operations. For the elderly, the brand-new factory area even felt a little unfamiliar.

After receiving minimum wage for six months, almost everyone was looking forward to going back to work. After all, without work, there would be no performance-based pay, and that meager base salary was barely enough to survive.

In contrast, the surrounding fields were being managed much faster than the factory itself. Xia's Group's professional agricultural team leveled the land, combined small plots into larger ones, and began mechanized planting. They have already started producing some staple grains and a small amount of vegetables, mainly fast-growing tubers such as radishes.

In the shipyard's supporting forging workshop, where the main supporting beams of the land-based warships are forged, red-hot steel bars are fed into the forging machine along the conveyor belt. The entire workshop is filled with deafening clanging sounds, and gold dust flies everywhere. The hard steel bars are kneaded and rolled like dough, and forged together with other materials to form the main beams of the ship.

"It's up to standard." The only remaining old technician, blind in one eye, went up and touched the steel bar, then tapped it twice, nodding in satisfaction. "This process is up to standard."

There are still a lot of procedures to go through, and it's still a long way from becoming a structural component that can be sent to the shipyard for welding.

Landships are something beyond the current materials science and technology system of Terra. Therefore, not many countries can independently complete all the processes of building landships. Most of them need to rely on ruins and industrial facilities left by the ancient inhabitants. Great Yan and Victoria are relatively better off, at least they can complete most of them independently except for a few core parts.

To support something weighing hundreds of thousands of tons moving on land, the strength of its suspension and running gear main frame is an astronomical requirement, and Terra's materials for this part rely on the recycling of discarded Ancestral materials for almost 90% of the work.