Yu Sheng'an looked at the old cowboy looking like he was facing a formidable enemy, and suddenly felt dumbfounded.
He didn't bother to clarify, and said lazily: "Then what do you decide to do with me?"
After the sound fell, the cowboy and the old man looked at each other.
For a long time, the old man arranged the room without saying a word. He pulled thin threads around Yu Sheng'an, and metal balls were hung on the thin threads.
"If you don't want to become the sun, then be honest!" The old man threatened in a low voice, turned around and walked out the door.
The cowboy also took a deep look at Yu Sheng'an and left.
For a moment, the room fell silent.
Yu Sheng'an shook his head, glanced at the thin lines around him, and his attention was completely attracted by the strange steel creations in the room.
He saw the power of technology and productivity!
This kind of technological power may not be on the market in the continent of Azea, but they are good at being able to be produced on an assembly line.
Once installed on a large scale, it will represent an explosion of productivity!
The war is about productivity!
Imagine what it would be like if he popularized the steam machinery of this world to the Kvir Empire
Mechanized planting!
Mechanized construction!
Mechanized transportation!
It is true that the mechanized strategic delivery capability is far inferior to that of the magic teleportation array. The difference between the two can be described as clouds and mud.
However, mechanized strategic delivery also has advantages that the magic teleportation array cannot match, that is, the cost is low enough!
Magic power is completely a strategic resource.
The more you save in peacetime, the more advantage you will have in wartime.
Magic power should not be consumed too much on people's livelihood.
But machinery can!
This is probably the fundamental reason why the people's livelihood in Azeia has always been very backward - those who hold the power rarely invest resources in the field of people's livelihood.
Yu Sheng'an took a slight breath.
This main plane just can't be taken down. With these technological creations alone, he has gained a lot!
Thinking of this, Yu Sheng'an's head suddenly tilted slightly, and he subconsciously appeared to be listening.
This was his instinctive physical reaction. In fact, with his divine perspective, he suddenly overheard a very interesting conversation between the cowboy and the old man.
It turned out that after the cowboy and the old man left the room, they did not go far.
I don’t know if it’s because the surrounding environment is under control;
In order to prevent it from being dark under the lamp, the two simply started chatting at the end of the corridor.
"I knew you would be up to no good when you came here!" the old man complained, with an angry look on his face.
"I'm sorry, his power is too strong. If I show any doubt, I'm worried that he will kill me directly." The cowboy apologized.
"Is he really an Imperial spy?"
"have no idea."
"I didn't know you just..."
"It's just a lie. You didn't see him take action. Although his magic power is extremely weak, he can kill the Marquis Werewolf. Only the Empire can train such a master!"
"What are you going to do, kill him?"
"No, I can't be 100% sure that he is from the Empire. The general strike is about to start, and the Empire probably only heard about it. We can't ask for trouble at this critical moment."
"Then how does he deal with it?"
"He will be imprisoned for a period of time. As long as the general strike succeeds, no matter what mission he has, everything will be meaningless."
The old man was silent for a while: "Benjamin, do you know what your biggest shortcoming is?"
Before Cowboy Benjamin could speak, the old man asked himself and answered: "You are so kind."
Cowboy Benjamin lowered his eyebrows: "He is just a suspect. We cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately, otherwise what is the difference between us and the empire?"
The old man sighed and changed the topic to the general strike.
The two whispered for a while before returning to the room together.
But after opening the door, the view inside the room made their spines tingle and their backs shiver.
Benjamin subconsciously took out his revolver and pointed it towards the room.
I saw Yu Sheng'an, who was supposed to be in the bomb trap, standing in the corner of a room, looking through a stack of documents.
Next to it, there is a safe disguised as a tool box, with the door wide open.
"Eighty-seven core members, your power is developing well!" Yu Sheng'an shook the documents in his hand.
"What are you talking about?" Benjamin looked confused.
Yu Sheng'an smiled, stuffed the documents back into the safe and said, "I have to admit that you are very smart and used very niche words. However, unfortunately, I am a linguist."
Benjamin and the old man looked at each other, and both saw panic in each other's eyes.
"Who are you?" Benjamin looked wary.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that we are actually friends. I have to admit that your strike action is well organized, but I can guarantee that your actions are not very meaningful."
Yu Sheng'an continued:
"Perhaps the industrial association will be forced by your demonstrations to sign an agreement on time reduction and salary increase, but it won't be long before everything will return to the status quo! Capital pursues profits. This is an objective law that can never be changed."
The cowboy's face flashed: "You want me to give up the strike?"
"No! The strike still has some meaning. A short-term victory can boost morale! What I mean is that you should not place your hopes on the strike. If you do not fundamentally change this country, you will fall into an endless strike movement. among.”
"Those capitalists have many ways to deal with you. Do you want me to talk to you in detail? For example, as long as they find your key members, and use coercion and inducement, it will be very simple to divide them."
"Believe me, don't think so highly of human nature. They only do it because they can't survive. If they can transform themselves into foremen or even middle class, believe me, they won't feel any guilt at all if they sell you. "
"If that doesn't work, let's play a word game. For example, change the working hour system to distribution according to work. Through precise calculations, they can calculate the maximum efficiency of your work within twelve hours. At that time, they will give you the right to choose. Do you choose to work overtime and receive more salary, or do you choose to get off work on time and receive the meager salary?"
"Oh, by the way, they don't even have to do these little tricks, ever heard of inflation?"
"As long as they unite to raise prices, your salary increase will be a joke. Brown bread that you could buy for ten pence in the past may cost fifteen pence or even twenty pence in the future. They can give you an increase every year You will have a salary to look forward to every year, but poverty and slavery will never change.”
Yu Sheng was talking eloquently, with a relaxed expression, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.
Cowboy Benjamin felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his back was wet with cold sweat.
He who dared to fight the Marquis werewolf, at this moment, his pupils trembled, and fear shone in the depths of his eyes.
"Who the hell are you?!" The revolver he aimed at Yu Sheng'an trembled, just like his voice.
"I said, we are actually friends. Since I tell you this, could we be enemies?" Yu Sheng'an spread his hands.
The cowboy's face turned green and white, and he gritted his teeth for a while and said, "Then what do we do?"
Yu Sheng'an smiled: "You need to make fundamental changes in the system!"