I really don't want to hang up

Mr. Loudon was having an afternoon drink with a gentleman when Albert approached him.

"You have guests."

The secretary-general put away the newspaper and was about to get up and leave, but was stopped by Luden.

"It's okay, we're all on our own. Aren't you resting today?"

Albert glanced at this familiar gentleman and knew that he was one of the shareholders of the company.

Shares may be held in nominee.

The person behind this Secretary-General is not difficult to guess, His Majesty the King in the deep palace.

Even if outsiders were present, Albert suppressed his anger and handed over the patent application for the gas mask to Mr. Luden,

"Mr. Luden, I need an explanation."

"Explain? What explanation?"

Luden glanced at the design drawing, and asked puzzledly,
"This is the company's latest medical device, which can filter most dust and protect the respiratory tract and lungs, which is clearly written on it."

Loudon swears, this product is the most serious product of the company!

What's the explanation for this?
Albert looked back at Hannibal and said nothing.

Since the basket was poked out by himself, Hannibal had no choice but to step forward and repeat his previous conjecture.

As soon as he finished speaking, Luden and the Secretary-General laughed at the same time.

"Pour two glasses of wine for our friends, they need to calm down."

Luden greeted the two to sit down, and said calmly,
"This time it's really slander."

The secretary-general poured out two glasses of sherry and shared them between them.

"If Mr. Luden can manipulate the weather, he should disdain to sit in the same room with mortals. The gods will only look down on the mortal world from above the clouds."

Albert was confused, and even Hannibal was a little puzzled.

Could it be that I was really wrong? !
Since Mr. Luden often plays the role of the big villain, Hannibal will subconsciously substitute him into it, and it is easy to fall into conspiracy theories.

What's even more frightening is that most of the conspiracy theories are based on Mr. Luden!

"You have to look at me with the eyes of a mortal, not a god."

Luden put away his chattering and laughing expressions, and said sternly,
"No one can make such a prediction, and Hannibal, there are too many uncertainties in the plan you describe.

You should know that when the company invests enough capital, the income must be put aside, and stability is the most important thing. "

Regarding Luden's explanation, Hannibal was still skeptical and raised his own doubts.

"Then why did the company buy a lot of land along the banks of the river?"

Luden naturally replied,
"Earn demolition fees.. Ah no, I mean, if the Little United Kingdom is going to expand the canal, the land on both sides will get reasonable compensation, won't it?"

Hannibal:
He thought that Mr. Lu Deng had played a big game of chess with Fog City as a chess game.

In fact, Mr. Luden just wants to eat the policy bonus and earn a demolition fee
The secretary-general on the side couldn't help coughing, and reminded,
"As Secretary-General of the Traffic Management Service, I must state that there are no short-term plans in the Little United Kingdom to extend the canal."

Everyone turned their attention to Mr. Luden again, waiting for his explanation.

Luden said confidently,…

"But you have ordered a batch of cargo ships at the Royal Dockyard, which are larger in size than previous cargo ships."

The Secretary-General was in a hurry, "This is a secret!"

Luden snorted coldly,
"I am a supplier of the Royal Shipyard!"

Through the order of the cargo ship, Luden judged the intention of the Little United Kingdom, and they would expand the canal to make the river transportation on the island more smooth.

Coincidentally, the company had a lot of cash on its books, so Luden simply bought the land on both sides of the river.

If it is demolished, Lu Deng will earn money.

Even without demolition, Luden can rely on the slow development of factories along the river, which can be regarded as a long-term investment.

Hannibal raised a second doubt,

"Then why the coal subsidy bill?"

Low prices allow the poor to buy coal, which is of no benefit to Mr. Luden.

Mr. Luden, who has no profit and can't afford it early, why did he suddenly become so kind and promote such a thing?

Everyone present believed that Mr. Luden definitely did not do this to send blessings to the poor.

Fortunately, everyone in the room is his own, and there is no need for Luden to cover up too much. Frankly speaking,
"With the subsidy bill I can dump coal at a low price, I really can't get more Lilan, but other coal mines will go out of business, and they won't survive the winter.

When they go bankrupt, I will buy these coal mines, form a monopoly, and then raise the price of coal to the market! "

Everyone: .
If Albert had a noose in his hand, he suspected that he would hang Mr. Luden right now.

It's hard to imagine that such cold words can come out of a person's mouth.

Hannibal used conspiracy theories to speculate on Mr. Luden, but he never expected that Mr. Luden was a simple person.

Dedicated to sending blessings.

Dumping at low prices is not to plunder anything from the poor!
Luden never intended to make money from the poor!

He's trying to shut down other coal mines!

Among all coal mines, the mining cost of Luden Company is the lowest.

In the price war, he is sure to win!

Winner takes all, wait for Luden to monopolize all coal mines.
Albert still didn't give up, and asked the last question,
"What about the gas mask?"

For the first two incidents, Mr. Luden can explain his motives, and the reasons for his explanations are also convincing.

After all, no one could do such a thing except Mr. Luden.

What about gas masks?
"this."

Lu Deng was rarely embarrassed, and said shyly,

"This one is for miners."

Crowd: ? ? ?
For the health of the miners, Mr. Luden specially designed and produced a batch of gas masks?
Sending blessings like this?
Nobody believed it!

Luden sighed and explained,

"Hey, how should I put it, after working during this period, many miners have relaxed. They have money in their pockets, and they don't want to work for more than ten hours like before."

Listening to Lu Deng's narration, the more everyone listened, the more ugly their expressions became.

Miners have money, and pure monetary incentives cannot stimulate them.

At the same time, a skilled miner is a valuable asset that can produce enough surplus value.

Prolonging the career life of a miner is beneficial to Luden. …

According to his vision, miners buy gas masks at their own expense, so that miners gain health, companies gain money, and mines gain more working hours.

After all, miners spent a lot of money on gas masks, so they had to work part-time to earn back!

Masks are sold casually, and the surplus value is rolling in.

Everyone who learned the truth fell silent like petrification.

Only Luden picked up his wine glass silently, took a sip, and felt that everyone was making a fuss.

He didn't do anything wrong, it was all for sending blessings.

How did things get like this!

Albert stood up and said sincerely,
"Sorry, Mr. Luden, I apologize for my previous misunderstanding."

Luden accepted the other party's apology frankly, waved his hand,
"It's okay, I'm used to being misunderstood and slandered by the world."

Hannibal stood aside and asked suddenly,
"Mr. Luden, is the situation I mentioned possible?"

"possible."

Lu Deng sternly said,
"To be precise, it is very possible that the climate in Fog City is one of the reasons, and there are too many people in Fog City.

Coal burning in factories and domestic use, if it continues to develop like this, sooner or later it will lead to the tragedy you mentioned, or even worse. "

Hearing this, Albert couldn't help asking,
"So what can we do?"

"Do something?"

Loudon asked,
"What are you going to do, ban people from burning coal? My dear Albert, I can give you a set of statistics. The coal used by factories far exceeds the coal used by residents. The latter is not enough to lift the former's shoes.

Want to control the smog in the fog city?Just shut down the factory. "

The Secretary-General aptly added,
"This is absolutely impossible. The factory will stop production, and the kingdom will be in chaos. Don't forget the barbarians in the highlands, they may come over at any time!"

Before Albert could continue speaking, Luden said first,

"There is no solution to all problems, Albert, I am mortal, and you are also mortal. You can solve many problems, but you cannot solve all problems.

The fog in the fog city is not accumulated in a day, nor will it disappear overnight.

I know what you want to do for the world, or that sentence, the priority, the problem of hunger is more important and urgent than the smog, isn't it? "

Listening to these words, Albert was silent.

He knew that Mr. Luden was right.

It's just that Albert couldn't accept it emotionally.

The more he knows and the more he does, the stronger his sense of powerlessness becomes.

Sometimes, Albert even doubted whether all he had done was meaningful.

The answer needs to be found by Albert himself.

No one can help anyone.

After the misunderstanding was resolved, Albert and Hannibal left without bothering Luden any more.

On the way back, Albert suddenly said,

"I'm going to take half the time."

Hannibal asked curiously,
"Half the time? What are you going to do?"

Albert confessed his thoughts,
"I was wondering if there was a clean, harmless source of energy that would provide heat, grow food, power factories and run machines."

Have to say, this is a crazy idea.

Looking for an energy source that doesn't exist in reality?

With the current scientific level, it is absolutely impossible to achieve.

Anyone who does this kind of thing is a genius except for a lunatic.

Even Hannibal must admit that Albert is special.

He's more likely a genius on the road to driving himself crazy.

He may be composing his own rhapsody.

"I'm afraid I can't help you with this matter."

Hannibal was a doctor, not a scientist.

"However, this little thing may give you some inspiration."

Saying that, Hannibal took out a delicate metal locket.

After the box was opened, a small fragment lay quietly in the box, exuding a faint light, and if you touch it with your fingers, you can feel a little warmth.

Albert looked at this exquisite little thing and asked curiously,
"what is this?"

Hannibal said,

"In Shenbang four hundred years ago, the people of Shenbang called it warm stone, and it was the favorite of the Senate."