The noisy mechanical sound stopped with the sound of "ding ding ding". The numb workers looked at the clock on the wall in confusion and found that it was not yet time to get off work.
Seeing the scene in front of him, the workshop director on the side broke out in a cold sweat. This was a big shot from an outer island. If he got frightened here, his job would be completely over.
Hearing the cry of a child coming from under the machine, Charles knelt on one knee and looked down.
Under the gears of all sizes, more than a dozen pairs of eyes were blinking in panic.
The accompanying workshop director immediately knelt on the ground and shouted at the bottom of the machine: "Get out! Who did this?!"
Soon, a ragged child came out from underneath, holding his severed hand. He was trembling all over, and it was unclear whether he was trembling out of fear or pain.
The workshop director grabbed his clothes, brought him in front of Charles, and said flatteringly: "Sir, don't worry, I will severely punish the little beast who frightened your pet!"
"What were they doing in there?" Charles asked.
"Although this model is more efficient than the previous ones, it requires a lot of long-term dripping of lubricant, so I hired these guys to lie down and do the work."
Seeing that all the adults in front of him were looking at him, the child with the broken hand was frightened and kept shrinking back, as if he wanted to hide under the machine.
"Why are you catching my mouse?" Charles looked at him calmly. This guy was indeed a child less than ten years old. His thin body seemed to be severely malnourished.
"Pa!" A slap landed directly on the child's face. "I'm asking you a question! Say it now!!"
"Because... because it's cute. I've never seen a red mouse before. I'm sorry." The tearful child replied with a choked voice.
When the workshop director heard the reason, he became furious and slapped Charles's iron hand again, but it landed on Charles's iron hand.
The collision of flesh and steel caused his facial features to twist in pain.
"You're going to work in a factory at such a young age? What if your hair gets caught in it?"
The workshop director endured the pain and quickly answered with a smile.
"It's okay. Our factory is a formal one. We have bought insurance for these little guys. Um, sir."
After taking a glance at the child worker whose severed hand was still dripping with blood, the workshop director quickly turned around and smiled again.
"Look, this guy's hand is already broken. If you throw him out, he will starve to death sooner or later. How about you let him go? Don't worry, I will send someone to beat him up before he leaves the factory to vent your anger."
Charles looked at him with some surprise, took out a check, wrote a number, and handed it over. "Find someone to see if his hand can be reattached. If not, give him a prosthesis."
When the workshop director saw the several zeros on the check, he shuddered and wanted to say something.
Charles ignored him and turned to walk out of the workshop.
It was not until Charles left for more than ten seconds that he began to tremble violently, and he kept patting the head of the child worker next to him with his hands.
"Boy! We are going to be rich! Hahaha!! Your hands are so valuable!!"
Coming out of the workshop and looking at the rows of identical workshops, Charles had no interest in going around anymore. He estimated that there was no difference between this workshop and inside. Foxconn was nothing. This place was the real flesh and blood factory.
Taking Lily, who had stopped crying, he walked towards the car nearby.
The car started, the scenery outside was still changing, and Charles was still thinking about what had just happened, those numb workers, and the bulky but inefficient machines.
Maybe others couldn't feel anything, but Charles knew the powerful force brought by this electrical industrial revolution.
Everybody said Swan was in trouble lately, but as long as the factories were running, no matter what the trouble was, it didn't matter to him.
Charles was sure that in three years, no matter how strong Julio was, Swan would definitely be much stronger.
"Mr. Charles, those children are so pitiful. They look younger than me, but they have to do such dangerous things every day. Can we help them?" Lily said with her ears drooping very sadly.
Charles touched its head with his hand and said nothing.
He can't help them with this kind of thing unless the workers of this world revolt again. Only they themselves can save them.
As the car drove into the center of the island, the mental outlook of the people around us began to change.
Like other islands, the people in the center of the island were obviously dressed much better than those outside. Charles also noticed that a large number of people had white triangles on their foreheads.
The frequency with which believers of the God of Light appear here is a bit too high.
"Swan's cooperation with the Church of Light seems quite pleasant. He really has no guard against these evil cults at all." Charles thought to himself.
Generally speaking, religion is a tool for those in power to paralyze those below them, but in order to consolidate their own positions, most governors will have a certain control over the number of believers on their islands.
But judging from the scenery outside the window now, Swan did not stop the spread of the Church of Light.
"Mr. Charles, look at that man! He is made of steel, just like your hands!"
Charles looked in the direction it was pointing and saw a few burly men who were several inches taller than Elizabeth.
They all wore dark green uniforms, and judging by the style, their job was to be sheriffs in the island's central area.
But they are not ordinary people. Their collars and hands are under the light, reflecting a metallic luster.
"Are you covered in steel prosthetic limbs?" Charles poked his head out in surprise.
As if noticing Charles' gaze, the leader turned his head and looked towards the car.
When Charles first saw him, he thought the guy was wearing a monocle, but he soon found out that was not the case.
There was no eyeball in the man's right eye socket, completely replaced by a lens with blue reflective light.
The blue lens quickly bulged outward and focused on Charles.
The car was driving very fast and the group of guys disappeared from Charles' sight, but Charles still felt uneasy.
He also has prosthetic limbs. He never thought that someone would replace his entire body with prosthetic limbs.
When I think of the teddy bear who gave me the prosthetic limbs, I think of the special functions of those prosthetic limbs.
Charles understood that although their expressions did not seem to be anything serious, each of these people was a very powerful murder weapon.
"In addition to 'Lonka', there are many other good things in the British Isles." Charles murmured to himself.
While Charles was thinking, the car stopped at the magnificent Governor's Palace.
(End of this chapter)