Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 656 Might is truth

The environment in Pripyat was much worse than that in Beloberg. The air was filled with the smell of rotten eggs. Although it was not strong, Perfect still smelled the unpleasant smell when he took off his breathing mask.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable with such bad smelling air?" Unable to bear the smell, Perfect put on his breathing mask again, while questioning the Pripyat officials and several factory owners' representatives in front of him.

Facing Perfect's attitude, one of them said with a hint of pride: "My Lord, this is the smell of industry! It is a symbol of technology and civilization! We have adapted to it!"

Hearing this, a helpless expression suddenly appeared on Perfect's face.

"When coal is burned directly, it produces a gas called sulfur dioxide, which is also the main source of the rotten egg smell in the air." Perfect was in a good mood recently, so he patiently explained to them: "Sulfur dioxide is an irritating gas. Long-term or high-concentration inhalation will irritate the respiratory tract, causing symptoms such as coughing, wheezing, and difficulty breathing.

It is also irritating to the eyes and may cause symptoms such as redness, pain, and excessive tearing of the eyes.

I have asked before that the number of people suffering from respiratory diseases such as asthma in Pripyat has been increasing this year, which is directly related to the poor air quality.

If you don't govern, this city will be ruined by you."

Just as Perfect was speaking, a tall and thin old man among the factory owner's representatives suddenly started coughing.

His originally pale and sallow cheeks quickly turned red and swollen, and he coughed violently as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

His rapidly rising and falling chest was more like an old bellows, making a hoarse and unpleasant sound.

It was a sound that only a person with a terminally ill state of mind would make, like a bellows that had been used for too long and would make a loud noise if pulled lightly.

Perfect looked at his hand pressed hard against his mouth, and saw the purple bruises on his pale, dry knuckles, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

This person's body is already showing symptoms of hypoxia, which is the most direct manifestation that the respiratory system is overwhelmed.

"Go get him a glass of water." Perfect said to the maid beside him, and came to the old man: "You should sit down and rest first. I am not so unkind."

"Thank you, Count! Cough cough!" The old man wanted to thank him, but before he could say a few words, he started coughing again and had to cover his mouth and nose with a handkerchief to prevent the filth from affecting Perfectocte.

Soon the maid brought a cup of hot water. Perfect took it and stirred it with the golden stick before handing the water to the old man: "Drink it. This should make you feel better."

The old man took it somewhat flattered, and while trying hard to control himself from coughing, he also tried to put the hot water in the cup into his mouth.

The warm liquid moistened his dry body, making his originally dry chest seem to be lubricated again. The coughing gradually stopped, and the old man's breathing also slowly became much smoother.

"Your body is no longer fit to live in this city. Find a time to move out as soon as possible. If you continue to stay in this city, you will not live long." Perfect looked at the old man in front of her. She felt a little bit of kindness in her heart and could not bear to watch the old man cough to death. In fact, when he put away the handkerchief he had just covered his mouth with, Perfect saw some red marks on it.

Coughing up blood is not a good sign, especially for elderly people whose bodies are already basically broken down, it is a precursor to physical collapse.

"No, no, no, my lord, allow me to interrupt you! Pripyat is a prosperous city. There is no city in the North more suitable for living and experiencing modernity than this. Old Hunter is just in poor health. You can't say that this city is not suitable for living!" However, at this time, a fat man who looked very much in line with the stereotype of a capitalist stood up with a big belly, and his squinted eyes were full of cunning and cunning.

However, facing his speech, Perfect ignored him, just looked at the old man in front of him, and said earnestly: "Everything in life is just an obsession that cannot be let go. I don't know why you are still working so hard at your age.

But if you want to live a few more years, move to Chernobyl, it will be more suitable for you. "

After that, Perfect turned to look at the others, snorted at them and said, "I want you to control environmental pollution. This is not a discussion but a notification! This is an order, you must execute it!"

"But, Lord Earl, this will increase unnecessary expenses and raise our production costs!" It was still the cunning-looking fat man. At this moment, he was puffing up the fat on his cheeks, and his two thick lips were chattering non-stop, trying to persuade Perfectocte to take back his decision.

But Perfect simply pointed his Midas Touch at the other party, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.

This immediately made the cunning man take a step back, as if Perfect was holding some deadly weapon in his hand.

Although it is a weapon in a sense and is very deadly, Perfectoct rarely uses his Midas Touch to kill people; it is only used as a deterrent.

The deterrent effect is immediate.

"It seems that you all understand who has the final say in the North." Perfect nodded slightly, deliberately putting on an arrogant look.

She is not a proud person, but sometimes this attitude makes it easier for her to achieve all the results she wants.

For example, now, the officials of Pripyat have bowed their heads to show their submission to Perfect.

However, the mercenary fat man was mumbling something confusing like 'The National Assembly should be the leader of the empire now', 'The Prime Minister is the one who has the final say in the North', 'You gave him such a good gift', etc.

Perfect was satisfied with the result, even though this philistine fat man really ruined the atmosphere.

Facing this fat man who looked cunning to him, Perfect didn't intend to indulge him but to teach him a "little lesson".

"In the North, what I say is the truth, and the decisions I make are the laws that all cities in the North must abide by." Perfect looked at the fat man with a condescending look, and said in an ethereal but condescending voice: "If the parliament and the prime minister oppose, then they will cease to exist. I will confirm this personally."

(End of this chapter)