February 3, 1:13 in the morning, Manchester City Steel Plant.
In the dark night, gusts of biting cold wind blew through, and workers rushing to and from the streets were walking in pieces, their clothes were messed up by the wind, and they couldn't help but wrap up their thin coats tightly.
Jian Yi and Alex walked quickly into the main entrance of Manchester City Steel Plant.
Smoke and dust were flying, and the acrid smell of oil smoke constantly irritated people's nasal cavities. Huge fluorescent lamps shrouded the ceiling, making the diffuse smoke and dust more clear to people's eyes.
In front of you are workstations separated by steel plates, and the sound of steel collisions can be heard from time to time. After all, the shaping of iron is still done manually here, but there is a relatively reasonable production process system.
According to Alex, going up is the second floor, where are the blast furnaces and preliminary processing lines for steelmaking. The environment is far worse than the lower floors, and the salary is not much higher than that of them on the first floor, so there is a lot of resistance there.
It is even more serious than it is now, and there are even signs of a joint strike at the Wisconsin Steel Works.
"It turns out that the so-called gift from God is the electric light..." Jian Yi said to himself, "By the way, why does this style look so familiar..."
Ordinarily, given the current technological level of Fanas, electricity should not be widely used yet.
But at least its occurrence should be known.
But now, not only does no one understand what energy can make these luminous machines operate, but they attribute this industrial product to the gift of God.
With this kind of technology being deified, the establishment of factories would not be so smooth anyway...or in other words, it would be impossible for a basic industrial system to emerge at all.
"Hey, Alex, why are you here so late?" Jian Yi was thinking, when she raised her head, a somewhat familiar voice came from the work station opposite, seeming to be calling Alex.
"Oh, I..." Alex winked at the man, "Someone asked me for something today..."
"What happened? Did you forget to go to work? This is a punishment-"
Halfway through the words, the man looked at Jian Jian in front of him with dumbfounded eyes, wondering if he was dazzled, and he couldn't even understand what he said:
"You...you are..."
Jian Yi pulled up his hood, and then put his right hand on his sword: "His Holiness, one of the twenty-four secret guards, do you have any questions? Or have you forgotten what I said?"
He said slightly threateningly: "Starks LaBelle, that's right?"
"No, no!" Starks suddenly remembered the mysterious secret guard he met at the downtown tavern a few hours ago, and said quickly: "You, why are you here?"
Hearing the commotion here, the workers around them all poked their heads out to take a look, but the moment they spotted the black clothes, they all pulled their heads back.
Even in the chaotic East District, the Holy See is still the largest force here. Even if the gangsters meet ordinary priests of the Holy See, they would not dare to do anything out of the ordinary.
It directly controls the business qualifications and armed forces of most of the steel mill directors in the Eastern District, and controls various transportation arteries. Although the Pope only lasted for two generations, the Holy See's rule over the entire Farnas is very solid, at least...
The force aspect is very solid.
Everyone in Fanas knows one rule: when the secret guard asks, just answer. No matter who you are, don't meddle in other people's business.
"Very good, since you still remember..." Jian Yi paused slightly, "Now, call your manager over immediately."
"Manager? You mean..."
"Factory director, or...capitalist."
"capitalist?"
"Well, you don't need to know this word now. What I'm saying now is that you call him over."
"Okay, okay..."
Looking at Starks's back as he hurried towards the stairwell, Jian Yan exhaled slowly, his expression hidden under his hood making it difficult to see clearly.
Although he was a little scared, Alex couldn't restrain his curiosity: "Mr. Jane, if you want to take leave, you just need to tell the team leader. Do you want it?"
"You'll find out later," Jian Jian glanced at the clock hanging directly opposite, then stood there and continued waiting.
Within a few minutes, an old man with white hair and beard hurriedly walked towards the simple direction, and behind him was the panting Starks.
Jian Yi glanced at the clock above, and then said: "Three minutes and twenty-five seconds. I'm very dissatisfied with your efficiency."
"I'm really sorry, Lord Secret Guard, for keeping you waiting for so long," the old man wiped the sweat from his forehead, then bent down and bowed, "Why are you here?"
"Take a leave for him," Jian Jian pointed to Alex beside him, "This guy has violated some rules, but it's not very serious. Since the East District is not our regular jurisdiction, we need to report it to you.
Just a moment, okay?"
"Of course, of course..." the old man wiped the sweat on his forehead and said tentatively, "but you can just handle this kind of thing yourself. There is no need to report it to us."
Jian Jian shook her finger and said, "No, no, no, this is the rule after all. Besides, I have some other things I want to discuss with you."
"You said, you said..."
"Before we start the conversation, I have to confirm one thing." Jian Yi waved his hand to show that he was not in a hurry. He pointed his index finger at the old man in front of him, "Who is the person in charge here?"
"Ah? Yes, it's me..."
"Say it again?" Jian Yi stared sharply at the old man in front of him who was sweating. "The blue formal suit has not even been ironed. It still has a certain temperature on it. Judging from the newness, it was produced recently... You
Are you going to tell me that you changed your clothes just to see me?"
"this……"
"It doesn't matter, you can continue to explain. If you think this East District is your world, you can continue to explain and bear it alone," Jian Yi sneered, "but the temperature on the torture rack may be very high, right?"
"No, I..."
"If you don't want to die, give me an answer within three seconds. Who the hell is in charge here?"
"Elsie Brasin! I, I'm just a servant!" The old man swallowed in fear. He had seen the burning, the burning of the living people who were tied to a standing tree, and the prisoners who had been burned.
, I can’t live, I can’t die.
"Call him out within one minute, can you do it?"
"Yes, yes!" The old man took two steps back, staggered and ran upstairs, not daring to stay for a moment longer.
