blackstone code

Chapter 504 Cement Factory
"Thank you for your help, Governor Drago!"

After a short and detailed questioning, the two federal government staff got up and said goodbye. Drago watched them leave impatiently, and asked the housekeeper to lock the door behind them.

Just now, it was because he felt that there would be no danger here, and even if there was, the federal people would help him solve the trouble first, so he didn't ask the housekeeper to lock the door.

It turns out that if there's trouble, the Federals are the trouble itself.

After the lock fell, he was somewhat relieved, which was a strange feeling.

Sometimes people know that doing or not doing something will not affect the result, but they still choose to do it and get a sense of security from doing it, which is actually quite contradictory.

He went back to the bedroom, thought about it and called Lynch.

"The meeting is over, and I can do everything you asked me to do..." At this time, for some reason, Governor Drago suddenly thought of the old king's performance at the meeting. To be honest, he was a little Envious, but also a little shocked.

At his position, he was rarely shocked by anything. He thought that the old king would be a selfish person, but what he didn't expect was that the old king was more patriotic than any of them.

This sounds a bit unbelievable. The concept of "country" does not actually exist here. Each province is a small country, but the old king still gave birth to the real concept of "country". Makes you feel ugly and small.

When they rebelled against the Federals, they chose to surrender...

Lynch's voice quickly shattered his thoughts, "Have you talked about the bank?"

Drago froze for a moment before he came back to his senses, his brain was blank for a moment, and then he shook his head and said, "No, I just wanted to convince the old king and ignored this matter, and I think Everyone……"

He slightly changed a tone that was similar to discussing and asked with some doubts, "It seems that he is not opposed to directly eating Federation Sol."

"Of course they won't object!" Lynch's voice was decisive, as if he already knew the answer, "Compared to setting up a bank and putting money in other people's pockets, they believe and are more willing to put money in their own pockets." pocket."

"But it doesn't matter if you didn't mention it. Those things have little to do with me. They were all caused by the people in the bank. In general, Mr. Drago, you have proved your worth. You are our Friends in need, when you come back, let's sit down and talk about investment."

"Then, I won't bother..."

After Lynch hung up the phone, he turned around and frowned slightly and looked at the street outside the house. He was very busy and the progress was beyond imagination.

One thing that makes infrastructure construction in Nagalil much more comfortable than in developed countries, for example, in the Federation, is that there is no need to discuss anything with people.

In the Commonwealth, if the electric utility company wants to erect a utility pole on the side of the road, with the point of the utility pole as the center and [-] times the length of the utility pole as the radius, if there are residents, shops or any property right holders within this range expressed concern.

For example, if they are worried that the utility pole will hit them if they accidentally fall down, or that the debris will cause them to suffer losses, they can refuse the electric utility company to erect a utility pole here.

Even between two telephone poles, those property owners who are located under the wires have the right to make a fuss with the electric company. What if the wires break and fall and land on their heads?
Such construction negotiation events every year make all construction companies overwhelmed. Any small matter that may be considered inconspicuous by everyone can delay a project for ten days and a half months or more.

But in Nagalil, this possibility is not considered at all.

There was no objection to leveling the ground before building the road.

Some houses affected the subsequent construction. After paying a small amount of money, the owner of the house helped the construction team to demolish his house.

No wrangling, no scoundrels asking for benefits, no manic depression and neurosis who fantasize about suddenly dying on the street all day long, which makes the originally planned construction speed much faster than expected, and the federal people themselves did not expect it to be so easy.

After all, everyone is messing around in the name of freedom and power every day, and they are still a little uncomfortable when encountering such a neat thing.

After looking at the construction scene outside the house for a while, Lynch suddenly remembered what he was planning to think about. The ambitions of the six major industries are very high. It seems that their top management and the top management of the federal government have reached some kind of unknown agreement, but None of this has much to do with Lynch.

As long as his interests are not touched, he doesn't care if other people will share the cake.

After tidying up briefly, he asked the sergeant to drive him to the cement factory.

The cement factory has already started full-scale operation. In fact, this thing has no technical content. To put it bluntly, the main process is crushing.

Lynch has already ordered two standard assembly lines in the Federation, but it will take some time to implement them here. On the one hand, there is a lack of vehicles that can carry heavy loads, and road transportation is also a difficult problem.

Now there are actually some heavyweight machines waiting to be transported at the port, but obviously they still need to wait for a while, at least after the road is repaired.

Secondly, in order to adapt to the production here, the assembly line also needs to be slightly modified.

Now Lynch is using a couple of older machines that are cheap and easy to ship, the only downside may be that they are a bit finicky in their appetites.

But this is not within the scope of Lynch's consideration at all. He came to Nagalil just to solve these problems!

Before getting close to the cement plant, he saw the dust all over the sky. There was a thick layer of dust on the road and the leaves on both sides of the road. The air was filled with a choking smell. Lynch had to wear a breathing filter To avoid inhalation of large amounts of suspended dust into the lungs.

A little closer to the workshop, you can hear the sound of clanging and knocking on stones. A little further forward, you can see a large group of workers wielding at least [-]-pound hammers to manually crush some raw materials.

Because those old machines from the Federation are too old, they have relatively strict standards for raw materials. It will be a long time before the large pulverizers are delivered, so they simply use manpower.

One hundred and five Galils per day plus one Chinese meal, all the workers are very satisfied and work very hard.

People always say that human power is not as good as mechanical power. Those who say this must have never been to Nagalil!

As soon as he got out of the car, Nell and the deputy manager greeted him. Both of them were wearing protective goggles and respirators. This place didn't look like a cement factory, but more like a laboratory for biochemical research.

"You should have called earlier, so that I can ask them to stop for a while..." Nell and Lynch hugged and complained casually, "There is too much dust here, and it's too noisy."

"What did you say?" Lynch shouted loudly in his ear, the clanging voice made it impossible for him to hear what Nell was saying in a low voice.

Nell also froze for a moment, "Try? What do you want me to try?"

Lynch shook his head, pointed to the office, and a group of people walked inside.

Entering the office, Lynch looked at the layer of dust on the table and frowned, while Nell took off the respirator and goggles, shook his head and asked the deputy manager to clean the place.

"Even if the door is closed, it only takes a short while for a layer of dust to settle here. The dust here is too big. Didn't you say that there is dust suppression equipment last time?"

Lynch also took off his equipment, and glanced outside through the blurred glass.

People don't have much protection other than a handkerchief or something tied around their nose and mouth.

He just glanced at it, then looked away, "Someone complained?"

"Complaints?" Nell moved his position a little and asked the deputy manager to continue cleaning. He stood aside and shook his head and said, "No, of course not. No one complained. It's just that I can't stand it. I always Cough, I suspect it has something to do with the dust."

Lynch nodded noncommittally, "The things will come back soon, but we can't pull them over without a suitable road, do you understand what I mean?"

The weight of a lot of industrial equipment is beyond people's imagination. That is definitely not the weight that can be lifted by a few people together. Sometimes a random motor weighs several tons or more than ten tons.

The special transport vehicles that can carry these industrial equipment are not light. Judging from the current road conditions in Nagalil, the transport vehicles may have to stop when they leave the port.

Those muddy floors may be able to withstand the life of the people of Nagalil, but the light pressure of a transport vehicle of more than ten tons or more will make the vehicle sink deep in it. Only when the road is repaired can those things be transported in .

Nell sighed, "Looks like I'll have to endure it for a while longer!"

Lynch didn't answer this question, but asked another question, "Are these workers still honest, and are there any thorns?"

It may be that Lynch's question hit a certain point in Nell, and his words suddenly became more numerous.

"I thought there wouldn't be too many people here..." His body language followed in time, "...it's difficult, but on the first day we officially started work, we lost nearly fifty twenty-pound hammers! "

"You can't imagine how I felt when I knew these things at the time. I would understand if I lost one or two hands, but it's so much less!"

He seemed to be amused by himself as he said it, and he laughed, "Okay, okay, poverty is the original sin, and there are some thorns besides that, we kicked them out, and the rest of them became honest It's a lot better, and there's nothing wrong with them other than they slacking off when you're not looking at them."

"But you only have one pair of eyes, you can't look at everyone at the same time, there must be someone who is lazy somewhere you didn't notice!"

(End of this chapter)