Chapter 424: Only I Have My Own Law Chapter 424: Farewell to the Old Era (9)

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

On the misty gray land, pile drivers could be heard "bang bang" drilling shot holes, with Tai Yue Ming, a labor reform convict who understood explosives, had worked with stone, and had experience in construction, running back and forth as the person in charge. Chen Yi was actually not very willing to send prisoners to the West Continent, even though old colonial powers like Britain, Spain, and Portugal had done so in the past, but the short-term aftereffects were indeed considerable.

But blasting mountains was technical work; cannon holes as thick as legs were packed full of explosives, and dozens were packed at once, the total amount not large yet enough to blow up a mountain. Whereas someone who didn't understand the trade, even given ten times more explosives, still couldn't find the right spot.

The Martial Arts Hall couldn't find such students, and the few construction companies with qualified personnel were all registered in the upper-middle class; they certainly couldn't resort to kidnapping. So Chen Yi had to set his sights on the prison, secretly commuting Tai Yue Ming's sentence and releasing him from under the Prison Administration Bureau. Of course, Tai Yue Ming's life in the West Continent at the initial stage was not much different from serving a sentence, and Chen Yi did not plan to let him immediately integrate into the larger collective.

Likewise not integrated into the larger collective were the Mexicans; they were the largest group of foreigners, barely breaking 500 people, which was considered very dangerous for the West River Water Fortress that had only 400 soldiers. Besides the Mexicans, there were also not a few people from Venezuela, Honduras, Guatemala, and other places, but they each stuck to their own groups, with a total not exceeding 200 people. But overall, the number of foreigners in West River was about to surpass that of the Chinese people. After all, they were cheap and durable, and Chen Yi didn't have to put too much effort into recruiting them.

Now, the most dangerous work of drilling shot holes and blasting mountains was all done by Mexicans—Mexicans without technical skills had to work in dangerous areas, while Mexicans with technical skills were somewhat better off, and driving vehicles itself counted as an easy job.

A few minutes later, Tai Yue Ming raised the red flag in his hand, and then all the Mexicans at the construction site ran out; the pile driver was like an adulterer without pants, bucking and running, the first to flee the scene.

"Ready."

Chen Yi made a motion to plug his ears and signaled the knights to do the same.

A few knights who disdained doing so immediately regretted it.

The sound waves of the explosion really were like waves, with near-substantial air shocks striking their eardrums; mounts standing nearby neighed as if they were about to die. Air actually did have substance; explosives pushed air out at a speed of 8000 meters per second, far more powerful than bricks. No matter how dashing a pose the knights had struck, now they were all gray and dusty, like Greek statues stolen and loaded onto vehicles.

Sir Heinuo had just regained a bit of consciousness when he was stunned again by the shock, and his face turned a bit green as if seasick.

"Could it really be the wrath of the Dragon God?" a knight asked someone nearby, thinking he was speaking softly.

Gasa Ye was so angry his head was full of lewd thoughts, and he snapped: "It's just the ground shaking, shut your mouths for me."

He glanced sideways at Chen Yi, but the latter had no expression at all.

"Your alchemy skills are truly impressive," Gasa Ye said with feigned sincerity.

"That's all we know," Chen Yi smiled, then called over the Naked Bear: "Send the adults back. After returning, think carefully about the matter of the City Treasury."

The nobles left with yeses and nos; as they were leaving, they saw huge mechanical puppets starting work, shoveling ore from the ground and dumping it into the bellies of other large puppets... that efficient way of working was obviously not their first time doing such a thing.

Blowing up an entire mine was a common production method in later generations, but in the eyes of West Continent people, it was almost as astonishing as blowing up the entire planet to dig for ore. The nobles also saw the terrifying power of mountain blasting at the same time; they now believed the "rumors" were all true.

The High Priest's face was green as if he had stayed with his small white robe for half a month; if the temple headquarters didn't help—in fact, they indeed were not prepared to help—then he really didn't dare to see Chen Yi again.

He was also afraid of that heaven-shaking, earth-splitting explosion.

Dayang drove a small Jeep, seeing off all the nobles leaving his territory, then drove back, just like monitoring kidnapping bandits.

Dai Adi grabbed the car door on his right, his eyes only looking around as he said: "You should switch to an armored vehicle; driving a Jeep is too dangerous."

"No one knows my identity."

"The Mexicans surely know," Dai Adi said, glancing sideways.

Dayang hesitated for a moment and said: "They don't dare."

"Do you really think they don't dare?" Dai Adi was uneasy about anyone, like a spy chief rather than an intelligence chief. But during the early days of the West Continent, he did not have the ability to replace Dayang.

Dayang looked at the Mexicans working hard at the construction site and for a moment really couldn't be sure.

"I heard the Lord also plans to bring a batch of people over from Brazil."

Intelligence officer Dayang almost stepped on the brake and hurriedly asked: "How many people?"

"Maybe 1000 people. The rubber tapping factory's speed is too slow; he said to recruit a batch of rubber tapping workers."

"In that case, there would be 1500 foreigners in the West Continent?"

Dai Adi nodded solemnly and said: "Our students are more powerful than them; let alone someone like the Naked Bear, even the newly delivered students now, any random one at level five, can handle seven or eight weapon-wielding opponents without problem, but after all, they have guns, don't they?"

"You want to control firearms?"

"That won't do," Dai Adi quickly shook his head and said: "How could I control firearms? What's most abundant in the Water Fortress now? Isn't it firearms and bullets? I think we should get some Spanish konjac and find a village to grow it specifically."

"Konjac?"

"That's right. Both Chinese konjac and Spanish konjac are needed; it's best if we eat Spanish-language konjac, so we know what the Mexicans are saying, and they don't know what we're saying in Chinese."

Dai Adi proposed an idea and then forgot it; Dayang, back at the construction site, kept thinking about it. He felt that first, more Spanish-language konjac needed to be provided, at least the students at the mine should have sufficient supply every day; in that case, the monthly consumption of konjac would be an astronomical figure, but hiring someone specifically to plant it did not conform to the West Continent's way of doing things, and purchasing with money would require going through a new budget...

He was thinking this when the two Mexicans in front suddenly started arguing.

"What happened?" Dayang immediately went to look in front. The ore of Shenqi Mountain was now the top priority; if the mining yield dropped, everyone in the entire Rhombus Conference Hall would be unable to straighten their backs.

A Mexican who had just gotten off a transport truck said a string of words in gibberish, then spent the rest of the time wiping his face with a sleeveless jacket.

The student in charge of management hurriedly ran over, looked at Dayang's uniform and saluted, then the Translator translated: "The Mexican on the truck asked him to pour water; this guy spilled the canteen, there's no water left in the canteen; the Mexican on the truck asked him to fetch water, and the latter is crying."

The Mexican pouring water cried so wronged. A grown man crying like this did have a rather sympathetic appearance.

It seemed the Mexican on the truck was bullying him, but in Dayang's view, there was probably some hidden story. For example, why not choose natives to do such an easy, unskilled job as pouring water?

He couldn't figure it out by thinking; Dayang pulled over a student in charge and asked: "Why let him pour water?"

"Natives don't understand Mexican language."

"Then why let him pour water?" Dayang pointed at the Mexican crying on the ground and pointed at him while asking.

The student didn't understand and said: "Someone has to pour water, right?"

"Why him? How did you judge that?"

"His body seems not very good, a bit weak, besides..." The student seemed to recognize Dayang, knowing he was second only to the Rhombus Conference Hall, so he stopped his formal speech and directly said: "Actually, the specific distribution is left for the Mexicans to negotiate among themselves."

"How can this be!" Dayang was startled and said: "Isn't this a union?"

The student rolled his eyes in confusion and said: "What union? We're just giving them a bit of autonomy."

"Messing around." Dayang said nothing more, picked up his mobile phone and took a photo of the Mexican on the ground, then got into the Jeep and left.

That Mexican climbed up in a daze, not knowing whether it was a good or bad thing, and lost interest in arguing with each other.

The student spat, then continued patrolling.

That night, Dayang found Chen Yi by a huge bonfire.

At this moment, he was chatting intimately with Jin Douna, with only Naked Bear guarding nearby. Dayang knew it was somewhat inappropriate, but still edged closer until Naked Bear blocked him.

"Come over and say it." Chen Yi nodded, and Jin Douna obediently went to the other side to barbecue.

I don't know from when, the people of the West Continent facing Chen Yi became increasingly timid, Dayang was no exception. He recounted everything that happened today one by one, then said: "I'm worried they will form their own union, like the dock workers' union in the United States or such organizations, then we won't even have the power to assign missions. Now it seems we have given power to them, but later wanting to take it back won't be easy."

"I heard Yu Weichao say the Mexicans' hierarchy system is quite good, whether they can be armed, whether they can command native soldiers, etc., how is it operating?"

"Quite good, but there are always some corners we haven't touched, and it's not easy to cover everything. Like fetching water, this indeed needs someone dedicated responsible, but whether to use Mexicans is a question; to many people, this is actually a plum position." Dayang saw Chen Yi had no impatient expression, so he pressed on: "Also regarding using the toilet, guarding equipment, whether they can get some common supplies. Actually I think the mine is more like a prison, the rooms and work arranged above are one aspect, their own organizational structure will also affect the comfort level."

Chen Yi silently nodded, this conformed to his control approach, so he asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

"Absolutely cannot let them have the form of a union organization; any small group of more than three people must be decisively crushed."

"How to judge?"

"Cultivate Mexican spies."

Chen Yi laughed hehe, shifting his body as he said: "Up to you, this is all your job. But, the mine's yield is the first element I care about. Now the first pool of ore has come out, Professor Zhou Houyuan is also in place; if the amount of ore isn't enough... huh?"

Dayang had a face full of sweat, only feeling Chen Yi was even more like Dai Li than himself.

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