Be a legal businessman in Liyue!

At this moment, the workers' hearts have been completely united.

“Workers!”

He raised his voice again, drowning out the cheers of the crowd.

The whole audience fell silent for a moment, and everyone held their breath, waiting for his next words.

It can be seen that his prestige has been established.

"This is just the beginning!"

Wang Que looked around at everyone with a firm gaze.

"There will be more and more Moras, and the factory will become stronger and stronger!"

"And your name—each and every one of you—will be engraved on the monument of the factory's revival!"

As soon as the words fell, the workers could no longer suppress their inner excitement and cheers broke out like a tsunami!

"Mr. Wang Que! Mr. Wang Que!"

They shouted Wang Que's name, their voices nearly blowing the roof off the room. Some even rushed forward, wanting to throw Wang Que high into the air to express their gratitude and trust.

At this moment, the factory is no longer a cold factory building, but a furnace burning with hope and fighting spirit!

After years of decline and countless disappointments.

These workers, who were almost worn out, finally believed that their era had finally returned!

In cheers.

Several researchers were also infected by this atmosphere. Raymondo smiled and shook his head: "These workers... are more passionate than us researchers."

But soon, he was also moved by the workers' emotions and started to applaud.

Wang Que looked at them and said, "This passion doesn't just belong to the workers. It also belongs to you, everyone. Your participation is indispensable on the road back to the top."

Raymondo nodded slightly: "Don't worry, the funds are in place, and the latest production line will be delivered soon."

Several researchers nearby nodded in agreement. "Mr. Wang Que, you've shown us what hope is. Tomorrow at the latest, you'll be able to see all of us in the factory."

The four of them are just representatives. Behind them, there are thirty researchers.

Chapter 216 Subsequent Impact

the next day,

The early morning in Fontaine was awakened by the sound of newspaper hawking.

"Breaking News! Breaking News! Mr. Wang Que, the 'savior of bankrupt factories,' has invested tens of millions in revitalizing industry."

"The watchmaker's tears! The twenty-year-old worker weeps: 'He gave us a second life!'"

"Invest 40 million Mora funds to achieve integrated production and research!"

The newsboy waved a copy of the Steambird Daily, still smelling of ink. On the front page was a photo of Wang Que standing in the Mora rain, his arms raised, shouting. The headline was in large, gold-plated letters:

"Mora and Passion Fly Together - A Businessman's Declaration of Revival".

The angle of the photo is very tricky, with the workers' worn uniforms, eager eyes, Wang Que's waving hands, and the Mora in the sky, all creating a full sense of conflict.

In the Luze Cafe, several well-dressed gentlemen put down their teacups and pointed at their newspapers, talking among themselves.

"Look at that boldness! Advance wages, profit sharing—did those vampires ever give workers the respect of a Mora before?"

The white-haired old man knocked on the table, his voice so loud that it attracted the attention of the person sitting next to him.

Nearby, the young cardioversion officer pushed up his spectacles and said with a smile, "Even better is the supervision contract. Entrusting the renovation funds to Fontaine? Ha! Even the Inquisitor can't find fault with this."

The boss, wiping his coffee cup, interjected, "One of my neighbors works at the gear factory. This morning, she rushed home clutching her newly-haired Mora, hugged her family, and cried and laughed... In my opinion, the true nobility is the one who allows people to live with dignity."

"Hahaha, that Boss Wang is not a nobleman. He calls himself a businessman."

"That's also a good businessman with a conscience."

...

In front of Momang Palace.

On the steps of the Government Hall, several civil servants who were taking a break were passing around the Fontainebleau Morning News.

"Integrating research and production? Those arrogant people at the Academy of Sciences are actually willing to be on equal footing with the workers!"

The clerk with the sash marveled at it.

"Those researchers are so stubborn that they even broke up with Meilushin's tea party..."

A colleague pointed at the end of the report and laughed, "40 million in research funding is certainly great! But the most amazing thing is this sentence—"

He cleared his throat and imitated Wang Que's tone, "'Your inventions, you should also enjoy the corresponding dividends'!"

"If you ask me, this is much more practical than the Patent Incentive Act that Momang Palace updated last year!"

"Heh, there's another reason. Have you forgotten that this Wang Que envoy openly supported these young researchers before?"

"Young people, what they need most is this recognition."

"Tsk, that's right."

...

Special Comment from Steambird Newspaper:

A columnist for Seven Countries Talk wrote in an editorial:

“Wang Que’s speech did not contain a single empty slogan.

He measured respect with moolah and enshrined trust in contracts—when he said, "This is our home," even the shrewdest bankers had to admit: this was the real fulcrum that moved the gears of Fontaine's industry."

……

Buffati Mansion.

Alechino threw the newspaper in front of Wang Que and said with a smile, "Your enthusiasm has suppressed the enthusiasm of the Water God."

Yesterday's Mora, today's hot report,

Wang Que notified Alechino to help with all of this.

Wang Que waved his hand: "It's just that Ms. Funina felt sorry for everyone and didn't try to steal the spotlight."

Alechino curled her lips: "I don't understand why you are so high-profile."

In Alechino's opinion, one can be high-profile in doing things, but should be low-key in life.

But Wang Que's recent actions, both in his conduct and in his work, have been a bit too high-profile.

It seemed as if he was the only one saving the old factory.

Don't underestimate its growing popularity among the people.

If this continues, it will definitely arouse hostility from some people.

For example...the other people who took over the factory.

What? If you do this, should we follow you?

Oh, the old factories have caught up, so should the treatment of our existing factories catch up?

If one thing is not handled properly, many chambers of commerce will incur huge additional costs.

This money will most likely be charged to Wang Que.

Wang Que leaned on the sofa, his legs crossed and resting on the edge of the coffee table:

"To get public opinion on my side, the [Tubiang device] is a very high-tech thing, and its export may not be allowed.

But now that I've tied it to the fate of the factory, it'll be hard for the authorities to stop me from exporting the [Tubion Device].

Alechino frowned. "Don't you want to take the technology back to Liyue and produce it yourself?"

Wang Que's base is in Liyue. Theoretically, investing money in Fontaine is not as good as investing in Liyue.

Wang Que shook his head and explained:

"As much as I hate to admit it, Liyue is far behind Fontaine in terms of mechanical technology. We have existing factories and workers here, as well as technical support. Producing in Fontaine is the best scenario."

"Okay, when are you going to arrange my people?" Alechino asked again.

She doesn't care about anything else, this is the only thing she cares about.

Wang Que: "It will be soon. Once the newest production line is in place, I will start recruiting workers. The Thorn Rose Association will be responsible for recruiting people for me. You can just mix in the people and send them over."

Alechino nodded with satisfaction: "Okay."

"By the way, I'll pay you for how much Mora you carried yesterday."

Wang Que said again.

Although he was greedy, that was money for the workers, and he didn't want to owe Alechino this favor.

Alechino waved her hand: "Not much, forget it."

Wang Que shook his head: "I still have to give it."

"Then consider it as the cost of relocating the staff. Be nicer to them in the future," said Alechino.

Wang Que nodded slightly: "Okay, give me a bill, and I'll use it on your people bit by bit later."

This time, Alechino did not refuse and gave Lini a look in the distance.

Soon, a bill was delivered to Wang Que.

took a glance.

Five hundred thousand Mora.

Not much.

There were about fifty or sixty people in the factory yesterday. If you really counted them, the average amount each of them received was less than 10,000 Mora.

Actually, there are very few.

You should know that in Liyue, Wang Que pays alchemy apprentices 30,000 Mora a month, and auxiliary workers 10,000 Mora a month.

By this calculation, the wages of these workers who master precise skills are not as high as those of auxiliary workers.

Close the bill,

Wang Que stood up and said, "Okay, I still have to go to the factory to check it out. I'll leave first."

Today the factory officially begins its renovation.

The first thing to do is to do a thorough cleaning. The workers are very enthusiastic, so naturally he has to step in.

Alechino nodded. "Okay. Oh, by the way, I received news that someone came to Fontaine through the Northland Bank. Their identity has not been found yet. You should be careful."

Wang Que paused, "You can't find anything?"

Alechino's expression turned slightly cold. "It must be Pantalone who did something. I lost some of my spies."

Wang Que: …

"Condolences."

Alechino waved her hand: "Don't comfort me, I'll let him mourn as well. Be careful, this is definitely aimed at you."

Wang Que nodded: "I understand."

After the exchange, Wang Que left the mansion and walked towards the watch factory.

Come to the watch factory.

It's already very hot here.

The sunlight shines through the mottled glass windows of the gear factory, illuminating the dusty workshop.

The workers had already gathered in front of the factory, taking off their old work clothes stained with oil and changing into the indigo work clothes newly distributed by Wang Que.

This was prepared by Wang Que overnight and distributed by the worker foreman early this morning.

Armed with iron brushes, wooden buckets and long-handled scrapers, they charged at the rusted machinery and dusty assembly lines like a reorganized army.

The old watchmaker stood on tiptoe to wipe the years of dirt off the gear train. His knuckles turned white from the effort, but he grinned: "Old man, you are about to retire. I will clean it for you."

In the corner, several female workers were kneeling on the ground scraping the black mud from the cracks in the floor. Their temples were wet with sweat, but they were humming the ballad of Fontainebleau.