Chapter 504
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"Thank you for your help, governor delag!"
After a brief and detailed inquiry, the two federal government staff got up and left. After seeing them leave impatiently, delag asked the housekeeper to lock the door.
Just now, he didn't ask the housekeeper to lock the door because he didn't think there would be any danger here. Even if there was, the federates would help him solve the trouble first.
It turns out that if there is trouble, the federals are the trouble itself.
When the door lock fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, which was a very 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. This is actually quite contradictory.
He went back to his bedroom, thought about it, and called Lynch.
"The meeting is over, and I can do everything you asked me to do..." at this time, governor delag suddenly thought of the old king's performance at the meeting for some reason. To be honest, he was a little envious and shocked.
In his position, he was rarely shocked by anything. He thought the old king would be a selfish man, but what he didn't expect was that the old king was more patriotic than any of them.
This sounds a little incredible. In fact, there is no concept of "country" here. Every province is a small country, but the old king still gave birth to the concept of real "country", which makes people feel at a loss and ugly and small.
When they rebelled against the federals, they chose to surrender
Lynch's voice soon broke his thoughts. "Did you talk about the bank?"
Delag was stunned for a moment before he came back. His brain was blank for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "no, I just wanted to convince the old king to ignore this matter, and I think everyone..."
He changed a little, discussed it, and asked with some doubt, "it doesn't seem to oppose eating federal sol directly."
"Of course they won't object!" Lynch's voice was very decisive, as if he already knew the answer. "They believe more and are more willing to put money in their own pockets than setting up a bank and putting money in other people's pockets."
"But it doesn't matter if you didn't mention it. Those things have little to do with me. They were all made by those people in the bank. Generally speaking, Mr. delag, you have proved your value. You are the friend we need. When you come back, we can sit together and talk about investment."
"Well, I won't bother..."
After Lynch hung up the phone, he turned around and looked at the street outside the house with a slight frown. He was very busy and made more progress than expected.
There is one thing more comfortable about infrastructure construction in nagary than in developed countries, for example, than in the Federation, that is, there is no need to discuss with people.
In the Federation, if the power company wants to erect a pole on the roadside, take the point of the pole as the center of the circle and 1.5 times the length of the pole as the radius, if there are residents, shops or any property right holders who express concern in this range.
For example, they will worry that if the pole falls down carelessly, it will hit themselves, or the debris will cause losses to themselves. They can refuse the power company to set up a pole here.
Even between the two poles, those property owners under the wires have the right to make trouble with the power company. What if the wires break and fall down and fall on their heads?
Every year, such construction negotiation events make all construction companies in a mess. Any small thing that may be insignificant to everyone can delay a project for ten days and a half months or more.
But in nagariel, this possibility was not considered at all.
The ground was leveled before the road was built, and no one objected.
Some houses affected the next construction. After paying a little money, the owner of the house helped the engineering team tear down his house.
There is no wrangling, no scoundrels demanding benefits, and no manic depression and neuropathy who fantasize that they will suddenly die on the street all day, which makes the construction speed originally planned much faster than expected. The federates themselves did not expect to be so relaxed.
After all, we mess around in the name of freedom and power every day, and we still don't adapt to such a refreshing thing.
After watching the construction scene outside the house for a while, Lin Qicai suddenly remembered what he had planned to think about. The six major banks have great ambitions. Their senior management and the senior management of the federal government seem to have reached some unknown agreement, but these have nothing to do with Lin Qi.
As long as his interests are not touched, he doesn't care if someone else will share the cake.
After a simple cleaning up, he asked the staff sergeant to drive him to the cement plant.
The cement plant has started to operate in an all-round way. In fact, this thing has no technical content. To put it bluntly, the main process flow is crushing.
Lynch has 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 heavy vehicles here, and road transportation is also a difficult problem.
At present, there are some heavyweight machines waiting for transportation in the port, but it is obvious that they still need to wait for some time, 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 uses several old machines. These machines are cheap and convenient to transport. The only disadvantage may be that they are "picky" in their appetite.
But this is not in Lynch's consideration. He came to nagariel to solve these problems!
Before he got close to the cement plant, he saw the dust all over the sky. A thick layer of dust fell 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 inhaling a large amount of suspended dust into his lungs.
When you get a little closer to the workshop, you can hear the sound of Jingling stones. The car moves forward a little, and you can see a large number of workers waving at least 20 pound hammers to crush some raw materials manually.
Those old machines from the Federation have strict standards for the delivery of raw materials because they are too old. It will be a long time before large pulverizers are delivered, so they simply use manpower.
One hundred and five galilees a day plus a Chinese meal, all the workers were very satisfied and worked very hard.
People always say that human power is less than mechanical power. The person who said this must have never been to nagariel!
As soon as he got out of the car, Nell and the deputy manager greeted him. Both of them were wearing protective glasses and respirators. It was not like a cement plant, but more like a laboratory engaged in biochemical research.
"You should call early so that I can make them stop for a while..." Nell and Lynch hugged and casually complained, "the dust here is too big and too noisy."
"What are you talking about?" Lynch shouted loudly in his ear. The jingling voice made him unable to hear what Nell was saying.
Nell was stunned. "Try? What do you want me to try?"
Lynch shook his head, pointed to the office, and the party walked inside.
After entering the office, Lynch looked at the dust on the table and frowned. Nell took off his respirator and goggles and shook his head and asked the deputy manager to clean it.
"Even if the door is closed, a layer of dust will fall here in a short time. The dust here is too big. Didn't you say there was dust reduction equipment last time?"
Lynch also took off his equipment and looked out through the blurred glass.
People have no more protection than a handkerchief tied to their mouth and nose.
He just looked at it and took back his eyes. "Has someone complained?"
"Complaint?", Nell moved his position a little and asked the deputy manager to continue cleaning. He stood aside and shook his head. "No, of course not. No one complained. I just can't stand it. Recently, I always cough. I suspect it has something to do with the dust."
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "things will come back soon, but there is no suitable road. We can't pull those things over. Do you understand what I mean?"
The weight of many industrial equipment is beyond people's imagination. It definitely doesn't mean that you can lift it with more people. Sometimes any motor weighs several tons or more.
The special transport vehicles that can carry these industrial equipment are not light. According to the current road conditions in nagaril, the transport vehicles may stop when they leave the port.
The oily ground may be able to bear the life of the nagali people, but a slight pressure from a transport vehicle with a weight of more than ten tons or more will sink the vehicle deeply. Only after the road is repaired can those things be transported in.
Nell sighed. "Looks like I'm going to put up with it for a while!"
Instead of answering this question, Lynch asked another question, "are these workers honest? Are there any spikes?"
Perhaps Lynch's question hit Nell at a certain point, and his words suddenly became more and more.
"I don't think the people here are too..." his body language kept up in time, "... It's difficult to do, but on the first day we officially started work, we lost nearly 50 twenty pound hammers!"
"You can't imagine how I felt when I knew these things. If I lost one or two, I can understand, but so much less!"
He seemed to amuse himself and laughed, "well, well, poverty is the original sin. In addition, some thorns were kicked out by us. The rest of these people have become a lot honest. There are no more problems except that they will be lazy when you don't look at them."
"But you only have one pair of eyes. You can't look at everyone at the same time. Where you don't notice, someone will be lazy!"
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
"Thank you for your help, governor delag!"
After a brief and detailed inquiry, the two federal government staff got up and left. After seeing them leave impatiently, delag asked the housekeeper to lock the door.
Just now, he didn't ask the housekeeper to lock the door because he didn't think there would be any danger here. Even if there was, the federates would help him solve the trouble first.
It turns out that if there is trouble, the federals are the trouble itself.
When the door lock fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, which was a very 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. This is actually quite contradictory.
He went back to his bedroom, thought about it, and called Lynch.
"The meeting is over, and I can do everything you asked me to do..." at this time, governor delag suddenly thought of the old king's performance at the meeting for some reason. To be honest, he was a little envious and shocked.
In his position, he was rarely shocked by anything. He thought the old king would be a selfish man, but what he didn't expect was that the old king was more patriotic than any of them.
This sounds a little incredible. In fact, there is no concept of "country" here. Every province is a small country, but the old king still gave birth to the concept of real "country", which makes people feel at a loss and ugly and small.
When they rebelled against the federals, they chose to surrender
Lynch's voice soon broke his thoughts. "Did you talk about the bank?"
Delag was stunned for a moment before he came back. His brain was blank for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "no, I just wanted to convince the old king to ignore this matter, and I think everyone..."
He changed a little, discussed it, and asked with some doubt, "it doesn't seem to oppose eating federal sol directly."
"Of course they won't object!" Lynch's voice was very decisive, as if he already knew the answer. "They believe more and are more willing to put money in their own pockets than setting up a bank and putting money in other people's pockets."
"But it doesn't matter if you didn't mention it. Those things have little to do with me. They were all made by those people in the bank. Generally speaking, Mr. delag, you have proved your value. You are the friend we need. When you come back, we can sit together and talk about investment."
"Well, I won't bother..."
After Lynch hung up the phone, he turned around and looked at the street outside the house with a slight frown. He was very busy and made more progress than expected.
There is one thing more comfortable about infrastructure construction in nagary than in developed countries, for example, than in the Federation, that is, there is no need to discuss with people.
In the Federation, if the power company wants to erect a pole on the roadside, take the point of the pole as the center of the circle and 1.5 times the length of the pole as the radius, if there are residents, shops or any property right holders who express concern in this range.
For example, they will worry that if the pole falls down carelessly, it will hit themselves, or the debris will cause losses to themselves. They can refuse the power company to set up a pole here.
Even between the two poles, those property owners under the wires have the right to make trouble with the power company. What if the wires break and fall down and fall on their heads?
Every year, such construction negotiation events make all construction companies in a mess. Any small thing that may be insignificant to everyone can delay a project for ten days and a half months or more.
But in nagariel, this possibility was not considered at all.
The ground was leveled before the road was built, and no one objected.
Some houses affected the next construction. After paying a little money, the owner of the house helped the engineering team tear down his house.
There is no wrangling, no scoundrels demanding benefits, and no manic depression and neuropathy who fantasize that they will suddenly die on the street all day, which makes the construction speed originally planned much faster than expected. The federates themselves did not expect to be so relaxed.
After all, we mess around in the name of freedom and power every day, and we still don't adapt to such a refreshing thing.
After watching the construction scene outside the house for a while, Lin Qicai suddenly remembered what he had planned to think about. The six major banks have great ambitions. Their senior management and the senior management of the federal government seem to have reached some unknown agreement, but these have nothing to do with Lin Qi.
As long as his interests are not touched, he doesn't care if someone else will share the cake.
After a simple cleaning up, he asked the staff sergeant to drive him to the cement plant.
The cement plant has started to operate in an all-round way. In fact, this thing has no technical content. To put it bluntly, the main process flow is crushing.
Lynch has 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 heavy vehicles here, and road transportation is also a difficult problem.
At present, there are some heavyweight machines waiting for transportation in the port, but it is obvious that they still need to wait for some time, 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 uses several old machines. These machines are cheap and convenient to transport. The only disadvantage may be that they are "picky" in their appetite.
But this is not in Lynch's consideration. He came to nagariel to solve these problems!
Before he got close to the cement plant, he saw the dust all over the sky. A thick layer of dust fell 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 inhaling a large amount of suspended dust into his lungs.
When you get a little closer to the workshop, you can hear the sound of Jingling stones. The car moves forward a little, and you can see a large number of workers waving at least 20 pound hammers to crush some raw materials manually.
Those old machines from the Federation have strict standards for the delivery of raw materials because they are too old. It will be a long time before large pulverizers are delivered, so they simply use manpower.
One hundred and five galilees a day plus a Chinese meal, all the workers were very satisfied and worked very hard.
People always say that human power is less than mechanical power. The person who said this must have never been to nagariel!
As soon as he got out of the car, Nell and the deputy manager greeted him. Both of them were wearing protective glasses and respirators. It was not like a cement plant, but more like a laboratory engaged in biochemical research.
"You should call early so that I can make them stop for a while..." Nell and Lynch hugged and casually complained, "the dust here is too big and too noisy."
"What are you talking about?" Lynch shouted loudly in his ear. The jingling voice made him unable to hear what Nell was saying.
Nell was stunned. "Try? What do you want me to try?"
Lynch shook his head, pointed to the office, and the party walked inside.
After entering the office, Lynch looked at the dust on the table and frowned. Nell took off his respirator and goggles and shook his head and asked the deputy manager to clean it.
"Even if the door is closed, a layer of dust will fall here in a short time. The dust here is too big. Didn't you say there was dust reduction equipment last time?"
Lynch also took off his equipment and looked out through the blurred glass.
People have no more protection than a handkerchief tied to their mouth and nose.
He just looked at it and took back his eyes. "Has someone complained?"
"Complaint?", Nell moved his position a little and asked the deputy manager to continue cleaning. He stood aside and shook his head. "No, of course not. No one complained. I just can't stand it. Recently, I always cough. I suspect it has something to do with the dust."
Lynch nodded noncommittally, "things will come back soon, but there is no suitable road. We can't pull those things over. Do you understand what I mean?"
The weight of many industrial equipment is beyond people's imagination. It definitely doesn't mean that you can lift it with more people. Sometimes any motor weighs several tons or more.
The special transport vehicles that can carry these industrial equipment are not light. According to the current road conditions in nagaril, the transport vehicles may stop when they leave the port.
The oily ground may be able to bear the life of the nagali people, but a slight pressure from a transport vehicle with a weight of more than ten tons or more will sink the vehicle deeply. Only after the road is repaired can those things be transported in.
Nell sighed. "Looks like I'm going to put up with it for a while!"
Instead of answering this question, Lynch asked another question, "are these workers honest? Are there any spikes?"
Perhaps Lynch's question hit Nell at a certain point, and his words suddenly became more and more.
"I don't think the people here are too..." his body language kept up in time, "... It's difficult to do, but on the first day we officially started work, we lost nearly 50 twenty pound hammers!"
"You can't imagine how I felt when I knew these things. If I lost one or two, I can understand, but so much less!"
He seemed to amuse himself and laughed, "well, well, poverty is the original sin. In addition, some thorns were kicked out by us. The rest of these people have become a lot honest. There are no more problems except that they will be lazy when you don't look at them."
"But you only have one pair of eyes. You can't look at everyone at the same time. Where you don't notice, someone will be lazy!"
"Thank you for your help, governor delag!"After a brief and detailed inquiry, the two federal government staff got up and left. After seeing them leave impatiently, delag asked the housekeeper to lock the door.Just now, he didn't ask the housekeeper to lock the door because he didn't think there would be any danger here. Even if there was, the federates would help him solve the trouble first.It turns out that if there is trouble, the federals are the trouble itself.When the door lock fell, he breathed a sigh of relief, which was a very 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. This is actually quite contradictory.He went back to his bedroom, thought about it, and called Lynch."The meeting is over, and I can do everything you asked me to do..." at this time, governor delag suddenly thought of the old king's performance at the meeting for some reason. To be honest, he was a little envious and shocked.In his position, he was rarely shocked by anything. He thought the old king would be a selfish man, but what he didn't expect was that the old king was more patriotic than any of them.This sounds a little incredible. In fact, there is no concept of "country" here. Every province is a small country, but the old king still gave birth to the concept of real "country", which makes people feel at a loss and ugly and small.When they rebelled against the federals, they chose to surrenderLynch's voice soon broke his thoughts. "Did you talk about the bank?"Delag was stunned for a moment before he came back. His brain was blank for a moment. Then he shook his head and said, "no, I just wanted to convince the old king to ignore this matter, and I think everyone..."He changed a little, discussed it, and asked with some doubt, "it doesn't seem to oppose eating federal sol directly.""Of course they won't object!" Lynch's voice was very decisive, as if he already knew the answer. "They believe more and are more willing to put money in their own pockets than setting up a bank and putting money in other people's pockets.""But it doesn't matter if you didn't mention it. Those things have little to do with me. They were all made by those people in the bank. Generally speaking, Mr. delag, you have proved your value. You are the friend we need. When you come back, we can sit together and talk about investment.""Well, I won't bother..."After Lynch hung up the phone, he turned around and looked at the street outside the house with a slight frown. He was very busy and made more progress than expected.There is one thing more comfortable about infrastructure construction in nagary than in developed countries, for example, than in the Federation, that is, there is no need to discuss with people.In the Federation, if the power company wants to erect a pole on the roadside, take the point of the pole as the center of the circle and 1.5 times the length of the pole as the radius, if there are residents, shops or any property right holders who express concern in this range.For example, they will worry that if the pole falls down carelessly, it will hit themselves, or the debris will cause losses to themselves. They can refuse the power company to set up a pole here.Even between the two poles, those property owners under the wires have the right to make trouble with the power company. What if the wires break and fall down and fall on their heads?Every year, such construction negotiation events make all construction companies in a mess. Any small thing that may be insignificant to everyone can delay a project for ten days and a half months or more.But in nagariel, this possibility was not considered at all.The ground was leveled before the road was built, and no one objected.Some houses affected the next construction. After paying a little money, the owner of the house helped the engineering team tear down his house.There is no wrangling, no scoundrels demanding benefits, and no manic depression and neuropathy who fantasize that they will suddenly die on the street all day, which makes the construction speed originally planned much faster than expected. The federates themselves did not expect to be so relaxed.After all, we mess around in the name of freedom and power every day, and we still don't adapt to such a refreshing thing.After watching the construction scene outside the house for a while, Lin Qicai suddenly remembered what he had planned to think about. The six major banks have great ambitions. Their senior management and the senior management of the federal government seem to have reached some unknown agreement, but these have nothing to do with Lin Qi.As long as his interests are not touched, he doesn't care if someone else will share the cake.After a simple cleaning up, he asked the staff sergeant to drive him to the cement plant.The cement plant has started to operate in an all-round way. In fact, this thing has no technical content. To put it bluntly, the main process flow is crushing.Lynch has 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 heavy vehicles here, and road transportation is also a difficult problem.At present, there are some heavyweight machines waiting for transportation in the port, but it is obvious that they still need to wait for some time, 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 uses several old machines. These machines are cheap and convenient to transport. The only disadvantage may be that they are "picky" in their appetite.But this is not in Lynch's consideration. He came to nagariel to solve these problems!Before he got close to the cement plant, he saw the dust all over the sky. A thick layer of dust fell 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 inhaling a large amount of suspended dust into his lungs.When you get a little closer to the workshop, you can hear the sound of Jingling stones. The car moves forward a little, and you can see a large number of workers waving at least 20 pound hammers to crush some raw materials manually.Those old machines from the Federation have strict standards for the delivery of raw materials because they are too old. It will be a long time before large pulverizers are delivered, so they simply use manpower.One hundred and five galilees a day plus a Chinese meal, all the workers were very satisfied and worked very hard.People always say that human power is less than mechanical power. The person who said this must have never been to nagariel!As soon as he got out of the car, Nell and the deputy manager greeted him. Both of them were wearing protective glasses and respirators. It was not like a cement plant, but more like a laboratory engaged in biochemical research."You should call early so that I can make them stop for a while..." Nell and Lynch hugged and casually complained, "the dust here is too big and too noisy.""What are you talking about?" Lynch shouted loudly in his ear. The jingling voice made him unable to hear what Nell was saying.Nell was stunned. "Try? What do you want me to try?"Lynch shook his head, pointed to the office, and the party walked inside.After entering the office, Lynch looked at the dust on the table and frowned. Nell took off his respirator and goggles and shook his head and asked the deputy manager to clean it."Even if the door is closed, a layer of dust will fall here in a short time. The dust here is too big. Didn't you say there was dust reduction equipment last time?"Lynch also took off his equipment and looked out through the blurred glass.People have no more protection than a handkerchief tied to their mouth and nose.He just looked at it and took back his eyes. "Has someone complained?""Complaint?", Nell moved his position a little and asked the deputy manager to continue cleaning. He stood aside and shook his head. "No, of course not. No one complained. I just can't stand it. Recently, I always cough. I suspect it has something to do with the dust."Lynch nodded noncommittally, "things will come back soon, but there is no suitable road. We can't pull those things over. Do you understand what I mean?"The weight of many industrial equipment is beyond people's imagination. It definitely doesn't mean that you can lift it with more people. Sometimes any motor weighs several tons or more.The special transport vehicles that can carry these industrial equipment are not light. According to the current road conditions in nagaril, the transport vehicles may stop when they leave the port.The oily ground may be able to bear the life of the nagali people, but a slight pressure from a transport vehicle with a weight of more than ten tons or more will sink the vehicle deeply. Only after the road is repaired can those things be transported in.Nell sighed. "Looks like I'm going to put up with it for a while!"Instead of answering this question, Lynch asked another question, "are these workers honest? Are there any spikes?"Perhaps Lynch's question hit Nell at a certain point, and his words suddenly became more and more."I don't think the people here are too..." his body language kept up in time, "... It's difficult to do, but on the first day we officially started work, we lost nearly 50 twenty pound hammers!""You can't imagine how I felt when I knew these things. If I lost one or two, I can understand, but so much less!"He seemed to amuse himself and laughed, "well, well, poverty is the original sin. In addition, some thorns were kicked out by us. The rest of these people have become a lot honest. There are no more problems except that they will be lazy when you don't look at them.""But you only have one pair of eyes. You can't look at everyone at the same time. Where you don't notice, someone will be lazy!"
