"The tentacle of the North Sea Giant Demon is a hollow giant conduit. It sucks ice water from the sea surface, and then injects it into the depths of the rock cracks through the tentacles to achieve hot and cold water exchange. Then, the hot water after cooling is sucked up through other tentacles and introduced into the heating pipeline. Then, the slime reactor at the other end of the pipeline can obtain a continuous stream of heat energy. With the magic crystal charging technology, the magic crystals we obtain every day in tons, which can fully meet daily production and life needs."

A hearty laughter came from the team chat: "Two, welcome to the Sea God's Anvil - the Magic Power Supply Center of the Dark God Cult."

Georgina said happily: "Brother Shaqi!"

"Welcome back, Nana. Have you been drifting outside for so long, what are your thoughts?"

"You are right, I lost."

Sha Qi smiled and said, "At this time, what else do you want to win or lose? We lack people, especially advanced alchemy talents like you. How about it? Look at these, are you moved?"

"The idea is indeed very exquisite. But, I still...well... aren't you afraid of hooking up the traitor Alfran?"

"George and I tried to poach people from Yagenk, but it didn't go well. These things were too incredible. The power of traditional ideas is still too strong. Many people would rather die of exhaustion than get on our ship. So-"

“So what?”

"We will have a battle with Yagenk! We need free labor."

Georgina's heart thumped and she clenched her fists tightly.

"You are worried about whether you can win, it depends on what the purpose is. It is unrealistic to say that Yagenk is completely eliminated, but there is no pressure to force it to accept our conditions."

"Brother Shaqi, it's not like your style so optimistic."

“Because I have a lot of confidence in George and our technology.”

George said: "Actually, Jagenk also needs a war. It has been sleeping for too long. It is time to let it see the power of the times! I want to stimulate it again! This time, we have to take the initiative!"

“What to do?”

"The third team of the 1643 team is already lurking in Yagenk on standby."

Georgina was anxious: "What should those people do?"

George smiled slightly: "Shaqi, do you see it? Nana has finally grown up and knows to consider others."

"Yes, if this trend continues, our promise back then will come true soon, right?"

George said: "Don't worry, Nana, the war will be ignited far away from Yagenk, and we will never attack the civilians."

“Defense operations centered on Stanford?”

"right."

"What should we do if these factories we have worked hard to build?"

"Please wait and see how the progressive floods wash out the decaying dam!"

The next morning, a brochure appeared in the streets and alleys of Yagenk - the "Stanford Floating Island Labor Regulations".

The literate worker held it, hid quietly in the corner of the factory, and whispered the content in bold: "Stanford Floating Island implements a working hours system where workers work for no more than eight hours a day, and an average weekly working hours for no more than forty-four hours - is there such a good thing?"

"Impossible!"

The sudden sound scared him and turned around. Four or five workers had gathered behind him. He didn't want to cause trouble, so he threw the booklet away, got up and left.

But the person behind him didn't do it, and a bearded man grabbed him: "Hey, friend, don't leave, don't leave, we are illiterate, please read it for us again, just a moment, just a moment!"

"I, I still have work..."

"Don't you just carry the bag? Lewis, go and take it!"

"OK!"

"Ferguson, go to the door and stare, and see the foreman coming over and make a squeak!"

"good!"

"Little monkey, hurry up, bring the book and let this elder brother miss it."

Look at the pair of eager eyes, look at the thin and thin child laborer holding the book respectfully, think about his wife who is ill in bed, the literate worker grits his teeth and whispers: "... Employers should ensure that workers should rest at least one day a week... Overtime work should not exceed one hour per day; if it needs to be extended due to special reasons, it should not exceed three hours per day under the conditions of ensuring the health of the workers, but not more than thirty-six hours per month--"

The little child laborer nicknamed Little Monkey stared with his eyes wide and asked, "What do you mean, I don't understand!"

The bearded man touched his head: "Every eight hours a day and then rest."

"So good? Are you paying?"

This sentence made everyone feel nervous.

Without waiting for the bearded man to urge him, the literate worker had already been flipping through and found an explanation about his salary.

“…Equal pay for equal work, wages shall be paid to the worker themselves in the form of currency on a monthly basis, and shall not be deducted or owed for no reason…”

The workers burst into a low cheer.

Just then, Ferguson's unique voice came from the door: "Hello foreman! You look really good today...Oh!"

He was kicked in from outside.

Immediately afterwards, the fat-headed and big-eared foreman came in with four or five thugs. The foreman was carrying a thin bearing more than 30 cm long, and one end of the bearing was polished.

The workers were moving very fast, and Ferguson's voice sounded and dispersed.

Before the literate worker could react, the bearded man snatched the booklet from his hand and tucked it into his arms.

"Brother, you..."

The bearded man shook his eyes at him without saying a word.

The foreman came in and glanced around: "Everyone is here, don't say much nonsense, is anyone bringing in a mess?"

The bearded man smiled all over his face: "No, foreman, look, everyone is busy, how can he bring any messy things?"

"I heard that several workshops are rumoring about doing eight hours of work. Is there any workshop in our workshop?"

"No, no, I'll work for eight hours? That's only a few pennies, and I may not be enough for myself."

"Gonggui, I can't tell you." The foreman impatiently used the bearing in his hand to pull the beard aside, raised his eyebrows and said, "Who in our workshop recognizes words?"

None of the workers made a sound.

"It's all his female horse that is mute? Who knows the words?"

The literate worker's voice was trembling: "Report, report to the foreman...I."

The foreman smiled very politely: "Come on, come on... Damn it, you female horse hurry up!"

The literate worker walked over tremblingly.

The foreman put his fat arm on his thin shoulders: "Oh, my face is a child. I just came here? How many days have you been studying? It doesn't matter if he is a female horse... I'll just say, you work for eight hours a day, do you think about it?"

"No...no...want..."

"That's right. Don't think about it. It only takes eight hours to make a few money! Besides, can you still make a hat on your head with a bad shoe and rag? It's a bad person. Just accept it. Don't think about those useless ones. Do you know?"

"I know...I know...ah!"

The foreman suddenly turned against him, pounded the bearing hard on the literate worker's stomach, beat him to the archer's back, and fell to the ground with his butt, rolling in pain.

The foreman's face turned pale: "I'm going to reward you this time. Remember to work honestly. If there is a nonsense in this workshop, I will make you into meat sausages!"

After saying that, the foreman left the worker who was still rolling around and left arrogantly.

The workers threw down their lives and surrounded them. The bearded man bent over and helped his unlucky companion up: "Brother, is it okay?"

The booklet fell out of his arms, but no one looked at it again. Only the little monkey picked it up.

The literate worker burst into tears and shook his head desperately, but he didn't say a word.

What can you say? Go on strike and use your head to touch someone’s mace? Besides, I don’t know how many refugees are waiting to come in to grab their jobs, and they still think that their salary is not low enough?

The little monkey murmured: "A omnipotent sea god, invite a tsunami and let the flood drown all these beasts! Let the sacred ark take good people away."

Ferguson said angrily: "The Sea God is long gone! Ark? Humph, there are more beasts on it than people!"

The bearded man said: "Children, there will be something, sooner or later, don't lose hope!"

"It's true, Uncle Max, look, I've drawn on the last page, and there are numbers."

"What? Let's take a look!"
Chapter completed!