I really don't want to hang up

There was a farce in the Wudu court.

It is very disgraceful for the son-in-law and the father-in-law to go to court.

Who would have thought that the son-in-law would shrink back when he came to the door!

Because the key witness was unwilling to testify, he even overturned his previous statement in court.This farce also naturally came to an end.

The old gentleman couldn't figure out what his son-in-law had in the hands of the godfather until he was buried.

However, this is not important.

Before long, a bill was introduced in the House of Commons, passed by a narrow margin, and passed to the House of Lords.

The pattern of the Little United Kingdom is different from other places.

The king is the supreme commander, and all proposals must be signed by the king in order to take effect.

Representatives to the House of Commons are elected by constituencies every five years.The House of Lords is hereditary from the nobility or canonized by the king, with fixed seats.

According to the normal procedure, a bill would first go to the House of Commons, then to the House of Lords, and finally to the king.

This time the motion is titled: "New Winter Coal Subsidy Bill".

If the bill is passed, the Ministry of Finance will allocate a subsidy, and the price of coal purchased by the citizens of Wudu will be further reduced, so that people can survive this cold winter.

There are many things that kill people in this world. Four hundred years ago, orcs killed people, hunger killed people, and cold also killed people.

This bill requires appropriation, and it is impossible to create money out of thin air. The Little United Kingdom has not yet mastered the core technology of nuclear-powered money printing machines.

Where does the money come from?
According to the proposal, the money will be obtained from the noble lord.

Stealing from the rich and giving to the poor belongs to yes.

One can imagine what will happen when the bill reaches the House of Lords.

The House of Lords, which was originally amicable, became a mess.

"The price of coal is low enough, why subsidize it?"

"Coal is too expensive, can't these guys burn charcoal, the smell of coal is really bad!"

"Silence! Silence!"

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In terms of interests, it is impossible for the House of Lords to pass this bill.

In fact, this bill should never have been passed in the House of Commons!

Because it not only moved the cake of the House of Lords, but also the cake of the House of Commons!
Only coal mine owners and factory owners will like this bill.

Because coal prices fell, they benefited the most.

Coal bosses can sell more coal, and revenue won't drop too much due to financial subsidies.

And factory owners can buy coal to fill up their steam engines or generators.

The bill that seemed impossible to pass was unexpectedly sent to the House of Lords by mistake!
The gentlemen of the House of Lords were not used to it either, and immediately started voting after some quarreling.

When the voting results were announced, everyone was dumbfounded.

The motion passed!
With a slight advantage of one vote, the motion passed!
Even the aristocrat who voted yes was a little confused at this moment and didn't understand what happened!
They voted for it not because they wanted to, but for other reasons.

Some people are selling favors, some are asked to do so, and some want to use their votes to express their closeness to the people and gain more capital.

Their original intention was: Anyway, this bill has no possibility of passing, and my vote is of no importance at all. …

They never thought that the bill was passed by one vote!
It was as noisy as the House of Lords in a zoo before, but now it is as quiet as a botanical garden.

This group of gray-haired nobles stared at the proposal like vultures, their Adam's apple moved up and down, trying to say something.

Everyone has the same idea in their hearts.

Do you want to vote again?
Unfortunately, how can such a democratic matter as voting be child's play?

The votes I voted must be carried out with tears in my eyes.

Everyone can only hope for the last hurdle: the king.

Your majesty is wise and mighty, and will be sympathetic to the people's sentiments, and will not sign this bastard bill!
As for His Majesty the King's refusal to sign the proposal, the nobles don't care what kind of results it will cause among the people.

Anyway, they have no chance to become kings in this lifetime.

No matter how hard the people are, the king will bear the burden of infamy.

Win-win!

The naive ideas of noble gentlemen were soon shattered by reality.

The Herald of the Black Scepter appeared outside the House of Lords, knocked on the door, and directly announced the king's decision:

The motion takes effect!

The reporters waiting outside the House of Lords immediately spread the news throughout the fog city, and the whole city was boiling!
For the first time, hope appeared in the eyes of people at the bottom, regardless of high or low, who were struggling to survive.

This winter, the fog will no longer be cold!

Not long after the bill took effect, the orphans in the Oliver Orphanage began to pack their bags before winter came.

Their dean, Mr. Loudon, organized a tour.

According to the itinerary plan, they will go south first to Nanhenwumei Island.

Mr. Luden is now the governor there, and this is the first time he has inspected his territory.

After visiting the island, the children will take a boat again to go to the mainland further south. They will not pass by the Highland Republic, but will directly arrive at the territory of Shenbang, travel around Shenbang, and finally return to Wudu by boat.

Sister Feci and Mr. Wren are also traveling together.

During the tour, the children need someone to take care of them, and their studies must not be left behind.

Unlike the children, Luden didn't have many things to pack, and he even took time to go to St. Peter's Sanatorium for coffee.

Because of the experiment, Albert also often went to St. Peter's Sanatorium.

Just finished the work at hand, Albert picked up a newspaper, the headline said the price of coal, praising the king's generosity and generosity.

Albert knew that this matter was related to Mr. Luden.

The largest coal supplier in Wudu is Mr. Ludden.

Mr. Louden benefited a lot from dumping coal at a low price.

Even so, Albert was still grateful and said with emotion,

"Mr. Luden has done another good thing."

"Good thing?"

Hannibal laughed,
"From the first day I knew Mr. Luden, I haven't seen him do a good thing."

Albert shook his head and denied,

"It's unfair to criticize Mr. Luden in this way."

"No, no, Albert, I don't mean to criticize, I'm just stating a fact."

Hannibal said seriously,

"Good or bad is just a moral standard, and morality has never been Mr. Luden's code of conduct.

In other words, in his eyes there is no difference between 'good' and 'bad', only pros and cons. "...

Luden pushed this bill only for his own benefit, nothing more.

Albert again objected,

"If it's just to sell coal, there's no need for Mr Loudon to push this bill.

He can definitely push up the price of coal, even if the sales volume decreases, his Lilan will also increase. "

Albert helped Luden do the calculations. In the economic model they built, the price of coal was too low, which would actually affect Lilan.

"Who said coal?"

Hannibal laughed,
"Mr. Luden has never had such petty profits in his eyes, just look at the company's recent actions.

How much land the company has bought along a river that has no value unless a factory is relocated there. "

Albert was confused,
"Wait, I thought we were talking about the Wudu proposal. What does it have to do with the land bought by the company?"

"Let me speak more clearly, my friend."

Hannibal said patiently,

"This winter, the Oliver Orphanage is going to go on a trip, the lord is going back to the countryside for the New Year, the old king is going to warm the south, and even we are going south with Count Dracula.

Spot something in common?That's right, we all want to avoid winter in the foggy city. "

Albert became more confused the more he listened, and said frankly,
"I still don't get it."

His IQ is high enough to understand every word Hannibal says, but he can't put the meaning together.

"Don't worry, come with me, Mr. Albert, but be careful, you'd better not tell anyone what you have seen here."

Hannibal led Albert to the entrance of the basement.

This basement was Hannibal's exclusive space, and he never brought anyone else in.

Walking to the first floor of the basement, Hannibal turned on the lights.

Various human organs are sealed in glass jars, quietly suspended in the liquid, making people look creepy.

Albert had undergone surgery and seen dead people. Even so, seeing such a shocking scene for the first time made him want to vomit.

"Here, don't vomit, be patient, the basement is very troublesome to clean up."

Hannibal led Albert to a row of glass jars, pointed to the organs inside and said,
"As you can see, here are the lungs, on the far left, the lungs of a healthy adult male, and here are the lungs of an elderly man who smokes"

Albert's attention was immediately focused on these organs.

He can easily tell that the lungs of different people have different colors, and the lungs of smoking men seem to have more lesions.

The lungs of people living in Fog City don't look very good either.

The two walked to the last jar, which contained the ugliest lungs Albert had ever seen.

He couldn't help but ask,
"Whose lungs are these?"

Hannibal replied,

"It's the lungs of a smoky smoker."

Albert was shocked!
"Kidding!"

Hannibal smiled and patted Albert on the shoulder,

"He doesn't smoke."

Albert: .
"He works in a coal mine. When I saw him, he was almost dying."

Hannibal is a doctor with superb medical skills, often able to rejuvenate. …

He doesn't charge for treating diseases and saving lives, and only has one weird request: the corpse must belong to him.

All the organs in the basement come from this way.

Looking at the organs in front of him, Albert understood somewhat,
"You're saying the burning of coal creates more smog, which when inhaled into the lungs can cause irreversible damage"

Albert was a little confused. If what Hannibal said was true, he would be worth a Ryan badge for this discovery alone.

Put this matter aside, Albert has more important things to think about.

"You are saying that Mr. Luden has pushed down coal prices, and more poor people will buy coal for the winter, and the smog will further increase, and the damage to the human body will be greater."

Albert's face was a little pale, and he murmured,

"If the smog is so harmful that it can kill people, after this incident, the House of Commons will ask to reduce the use of coal. The factories in the city of fog must be relocated, and the land purchased by the company is the first choice for factory relocation."

During the whole incident, people who knew the inside story made preparations in advance to escape from the smog city, so as not to be indiscriminately killed by the smog.

If all these assumptions are true, there is no doubt that Mr. Luden will be the final winner.

Albert shook his head, with the last stubbornness,

"No, Mr. Luden won't do that."

"Yes, all of the above can be called irresponsible speculation, slandering our innocent Mr. Ludden."

Hannibal pulled out a document and threw it in front of Albert,

"Then how do you explain the company's latest product?"

Albert opened the cover of the document, and a design sketch appeared in front of him.

This strange headgear bears an even stranger name:

"Gas mask."