Amid the old man's continued protests, he was forked out by the guards.
"Industrial chain..." Charles muttered to himself.
Of course, he also wants a mature industrial chain like the British Isles, but the problem is that he doesn't have it now. If he really wants to start from scratch, God knows how long it will take.
"Hundreds of people can always think of other ways, right? Moreover, they are all designers from the British Isles. In terms of technology, they can be said to be the best in the North Sea."
If there is really no other way, then Charles can only send people to collect materials from other islands, but this is not only time-consuming and laborious, but the other party may not be willing to sell.
The complete destruction of the British Isles, the industrial hub of the North Sea, has had a multifaceted impact on the entire North Sea.
Without those evil flesh factories, Charles could fully foresee a rapid increase in the price of ship materials.
When Charles thought of this, he thought of the child laborer who kidnapped Lily. The British Isles were finished, and he was dead too, right
Charles didn't know why he thought of a stranger. He had never been so sentimental before.
Standing at the door of his bedroom, looking at the big bed inside, Charles suddenly turned around and dragged his tired body to his office. "Call Leonardo over, I have something to tell him."
Soon, the administrative ministers of Guangming Island appeared in front of him.
"Governor, what do you want me to do?" Leonardo had a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He also wanted to know what happened in the British Isles.
Everyone was suspicious about this matter, but he knew Charles' temper and didn't ask questions that he shouldn't ask.
"Is there a school on our island?" Charles asked suddenly.
"Yes, of course. Everyone in the island center will jointly fund the establishment of a school. Everyone's children will be in it. If the Governor has children in the future and does not want to hire a tutor, he can also send them there."
"I didn't ask them. I asked everyone else on the island besides them."
"Poor people? Children from poor areas don't need to learn knowledge. From the age of 8, they basically follow their parents to work. Their family members teach them how to write and do math."
Charles understood this after hearing this: education is also a kind of industry here. Knowledge, like other goods, is sold for money.
After holding his forehead with his hand and thinking for a while, he said to him: "Issue a decree that the Governor's Office of Hope Island will establish a Governor's School. All children aged 6-14 on the island must be sent there to study. Remember, it is a must."
Leonardo was a little surprised. Governor, why is he suddenly interested in business
"Governor, if you will pardon my frankness, this kind of business doesn't make much money. And they themselves don't have much money."
“It’s free.”
"No money!?"
"Yes, it's free. As long as they are willing to come, there will be free lunch every day at noon."
"Governor, why is this happening? This is a completely losing business." Leonardo was very puzzled.
"Do as I say." Charles raised his head and looked at him coldly.
Leonardo was startled and immediately lowered his head and stood still. "As you wish, my Lord Governor."
Hope Island is rich now, so wasting money on this is nothing. The governors of other islands waste more money, but it is rare for a governor to not play with women or drink and live like a Puritan.
Leonardo is gone, but Charles is not idle. Compulsory education is just the beginning. Students also need to find jobs after graduation, otherwise the knowledge they have learned will be wasted.
Charles wrote down various plans. As he looked at them one by one, the more he read, the more he felt that he was following the old path of the British Isles.
When this news came out from the administrative department, it immediately caused a huge earthquake on Hope Island.
The islanders don't know much about the Governor, except that he is a man who is strict with the law and who enjoys exploring the island.
They usually don't attend various banquets and activities, which makes them seem mysterious.
Everyone on the island was talking about it, and a large number of people were very resistant to the decree. After all, it meant that there would be one less labor force to earn money at home.
But when they saw that it was mandatory, they had no choice but to keep their dissatisfaction to themselves. Everyone knew the consequences of violating the law on Hope Island.
Fortunately, the school still provided them with meals, which reduced their dissatisfaction a lot.
Time passed little by little. Charles originally thought that it would take a long time for the designers to find a solution, but the motivation to go home was greater than he imagined.
Just two days later, Charles saw the old man with glasses rushing into his office with a stack of newly drawn drawings in his hands.
Looking at his haggard face and red eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't slept for the past two days.
"Governor, your ship is an animated ship with a certain intelligence, right?" He asked Charles a strange question.
"Why? What does this have to do with the submarine I want?"
"Of course it is related! Look at this blueprint." The old man spread out the blueprint in his hand, and the notes inside looked very sloppy.
Charles saw that it was his Narwhal, but compared to the previous one, the ship on the blueprint had more things, such as steel plates and various gear machines.
"I went to look for your ship. Its activated ropes are very powerful, which provides us with a new idea."
Charles became excited and wanted to know what the other party was going to do.
"It is a ship in itself. The lower part does not need to be changed. As long as the upper part is completely sealed, and a sonar and ballast water tanks are added to control surfacing and diving, it will be a perfect submarine."
Listening to his words, Charles nodded secretly. He had to say that this was a good idea and he was worthy of being the top designer in the British Isles.
This not only eliminates the need for all kinds of messy materials, but also makes the transformation very fast.
"Don't forget the underwater attack system either."
"I understand." The designer with glasses looked at Charles and said excitedly, "You said that you would let us go back as long as the ship is completed. You didn't lie to us, did you?"
Charles looked at him calmly, and just as the designer's expression became more and more excited, he slowly nodded. "Yeah, that's right."
"Okay! I need the support of everyone at your dock. One month! One month at most. We will definitely help you rebuild your boat!"
After he finished speaking, he collected the drawings and turned to leave.
"As long as it can be made, I'm not particularly anxious about the time."
"Sorry, you're not in a hurry, but I have to be. My grandson is waiting for me at home." He turned and walked out.
Charles slowly tapped the table with his steel prosthesis. He really didn't know how to tell them about the British Isles. He hoped they could hold on.
(End of this chapter)