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One month later,
In the factory workshop, without the need for lights, a group of skulls are still working hard. These skulls are tireless, working day and night without stopping, operating as efficiently as machines, completing the work of three months in just a short time.
Looking at the mountain of cotton clothes, Brian's face showed a satisfied smile. These goods not only meant that he could pay off his debts, but also meant that he would make a considerable profit.
Beside him, Kang said in a deep voice, "Master, in my many years of experience, it seems that this winter is colder than usual. These cotton clothes are sure to be very popular, and the prices are expected to be higher than in previous years."
Brian smiled mysteriously, his eyes shimmering with profound light: "Do you believe that the prices of these clothes will not only not rise, but will actually be cheaper than before?"
Kang was stunned, furrowing his brow in thought. Over the years, he had never seen a merchant voluntarily lower prices for sale. In their eyes, they would rather destroy the goods than suffer the slightest loss of profit.
Brian slowly put on his hat and smiled, saying, "Get ready, soon there will be a flood of orders coming in like a tide."
After speaking, he picked up his cane and walked out of the factory with determined steps.
"I'm going to shake up this era!"
At the same time, inside the largest textile factory in Milan, under the dim yellow lights, a Minotaur person is collapsed on the ground, hands clutching his head, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He has been working continuously for 21 hours, and at this moment, his body feels completely drained, even breathing has become difficult.
The supervisor stood to the side, with a cold gaze, holding a whip in his hand, occasionally tapping the ground, making a crisp sound. He sternly shouted, "Lazybones, stop pretending and get up! The work for today isn't finished yet, and you're already thinking about resting?"
The orc struggled to prop up his arm, trying to stand up, but his body seemed out of control. Just as he managed to prop himself up halfway, his arm suddenly lost strength, and he fell heavily back down.
He gasped for breath, looked up at the supervisor, with a hint of pleading in his eyes:
"Supervisor, I'm really not feeling well. Can I take a break? I don't need to go home, I'll just lie down on the ground for a while."
The supervisor looked at the orc's bloodshot eyes and trembling fingers, and couldn't help but feel a hint of pity.
But just as he was about to put away the whip, the owner of the textile factory, Fareena, walked in. He saw the orc lying on the ground and immediately flew into a rage, snatching the whip from the supervisor's hand and lashing out at the orc.
"You bastard, did I pay a high price to bring you in here just so you could slack off?"
Fareena's voice was cold and cruel, "Hurry up and get to work, only by working can you earn money!"
The supervisor watched as the orc writhed in pain under the whip, feeling a wave of pity. He tried to plead for the orc, "My lord, this orc has been working for 21 hours straight, he might really be unwell..."
"Uncomfortable?"
Fareena widened her eyes and angrily interrupted the supervisor's words.
"The orcs are known for their endurance, and they charge so much more than regular people. And now you're telling me he's not feeling well? Clearly, he's just being lazy and trying to deceive me!"
He paused, then continued with a cold laugh, "I've seen plenty of people like him. From now on, anyone caught slacking off will be beaten, and if they die, we'll just recruit another one. After all, there's no shortage of orcs here."
Under Fareena's beating, the orc trembled and stood up unsteadily, returning to his workstation. His heart was filled with despair and anger, but for the sake of his children and hardworking wife at home, he could only endure.
However, after working continuously for 21 hours, the orc couldn't bear it any longer and collapsed onto the assembly line.
Dead.
Fareena said coldly:
"If someone dies, just drag them away and don't disturb others' work."
Fareena paced back and forth inside the factory, her sharp gaze sweeping over every working laborer.
"There's a vacant position here, we'll go to the slave market later and buy one to bring back," Fareena said before proceeding to inspect every aspect of the factory with the supervisor.
"This winter will be colder and longer than any other year. Our winter clothing will surely be in high demand. That's why I spared no expense in hiring a large number of orcs to work day and night."
He paused for a moment, a sly smile appearing on his face.
"When the time is right, we nobles will act together and not sell a single piece of clothing for the time being. We will wait until a few people freeze to death outside, and then we will sell at a high price. These clothes will surely trigger a buying frenzy and make us earn a lot of money."
The supervisor stood respectfully on the side, although he was somewhat dissatisfied with this approach, he still nodded repeatedly, praising the master's wise decision.
At that moment, there was a commotion at the door, and someone reported that the priest from the church had arrived. Fareena frowned, feeling somewhat puzzled: "What is he here for? Does he want us to donate something again?"
After a moment of contemplation, he instructed the supervisor, "Ask him to wait in the office, I will be there shortly."
The Godfather Mike stood in front of the largest textile factory in Milan, with a look of worry on his face.
Since the emergence of the Magic Machine, the faithful who used to come for mass have chosen to enter the factory to work.
Although this improved their lives, the godfather heard that those who entered the factory often suffered unfair treatment. Although he was angry, he was helpless as he was just a godfather. All he could do was bring some spiritual comfort to these people on weekends.
This time he visited the textile factory because the Winter Festival is approaching.
In the past, during the Winter Festival, churches would hold grand events and distribute food and clothing to help the poor and homeless. However, due to more and more people choosing to work in factories, the church's donations have gradually decreased, making it difficult to maintain daily activities. Therefore, after this Winter Festival, the church could only distribute some rice porridge, and there were no clothes available.
I heard that this winter is even colder, what are the poor people going to do!
The godfather was lost in thought when someone suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Let's go, Baron is waiting for you inside."
He took a deep breath, organized his thoughts, and walked towards the office with heavy steps.
In his heart, he silently prayed, "I hope this time will be successful."
The godfather came to the office and saw Fareena and Baron.
Fareena saw the godfather and said, "Godfather! Thank you for coming. This makes our factory flourish."
The godfather smiled bitterly and said, "Baron, you're joking."
"I'm sure you also know why I'm here. The Winter Festival is approaching, and we..."
"Godfather, I'm so busy that I forgot to prepare everything for you."
"Really? That's really great."
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