I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 197 Factory Inspection
Being stared at by Xia Qingdai with a telescope, Owen felt something and turned his head to look at the sky outside through the glass window on the side.

Due to the limited angle, Owen did not see the telescope hidden in the clouds, but he was sure that the goddess was looking at them now.

"Owen, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." Owen turned around and continued playing cards.

After playing a deck of cards, he stopped the activity and told his host, Jean Montreat, that he wanted to leave.

We all finished breakfast together, read the morning newspaper, played cards, chatted about the latest gossip in London, and made an appointment to go to the racecourse to bet on horses tomorrow. It was time to leave.

Owen was leaving, but Jean Montreat was enthusiastic about staying.

For the squires and nobles, there is nothing to do every day. They just get together to play. Playing wherever they are is not playing.

But Owen firmly stated that he wanted to leave, so Jean Montreat had to put down his cards and accompany him to the gate.

While walking away, continue to work hard to retain.

He felt that Owen's card skills were so good. Playing cards with his partner was like a god blocking a god or a Buddha blocking a Buddha. It had never been so fun.

But once Irving makes a decision, he will never change his mind easily, even if his master tries to persuade him to stay.

Seeing that Owen was about to leave, Helena opened and closed her mouth several times. Finally, her cousin Ailian, who was standing next to her, spoke to stop him: "Mr. Owen, I heard that you have a building in your home that can shine, rotate, and... A wooden horse that plays its own music, right?"

Owen bowed slightly and replied: "Yes, we call it a carousel."

"Carousel..." Ailian and Helena each said silently, and the former said again, "It's quite vivid."

At this time, a gentleman who understands etiquette should considerately invite the ladies to take a look. After all, the ladies have taken the initiative to ask, and their thoughts are already obvious.

However, Owen is not a standard gentleman. He has no strong desire to figure out and please women, so he didn't follow his words at all.

Seeing that the young lady had nothing more to say, Owen nodded slightly, and then continued towards the gate without looking back.

Seeing this, Helena was even angrier than her cousin. She couldn't help but chase after him and said sarcastically: "Mr. Owen is such a graceful gentleman."

Owen heard this and nodded to the two ladies, assuming that they were complimenting them.

Arguing with girls is the most pointless thing. In this regard, Owen has the arrogance unique to men of this era.

Jean Montreat didn't understand the sisters' intention to see the carousel at all. He turned around and talked to Owen about going to the racetrack tomorrow, completely ignoring the ladies behind him.

After he saw a strange light at Owen's house last night, he invited his sisters to go and have a look, but the other party refused. Now that the busiest time has passed, who would have expected that they would suddenly want to go.

When Xia Qingdai saw Owen walking out of the door, she put away the telescope in her hand and looked down directly with her naked eyes.

While waiting for the coachman to bring the carriage over, Owen raised his head, looked at the clouds, and accurately saw the huge looming face.

He bowed slightly to the sky. Jean Montreat, who was talking endlessly to Owen about interesting horse racing stories, looked up at the sky following Owen's gaze strangely: "What's wrong, Owen, who are you saying hello to?"

"God." Owen smiled faintly.

"What?" Jean Montreat thought he had heard wrong, but he quickly understood. He quickly stopped his laughing expression, made a sign of the cross to the sky, and then said to Owen, "I didn't expect you to be so particular. Every time Do you have to say hello to God when you go out?" Owen smiled without saying anything, jumped on the carriage, and waved to his friend: "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow, Owen."

The carriage entered the road, and Andrew, the driver, asked Owen: "Sir, are we going home now?"

Owen said: "If you don't go back, let's walk along the Thames River. I'll go see the factory."

"Okay." Andrew agreed and drove his horse towards the river.

Xia Qingdai looked at the wild map below and kept moving forward with Owen's progress. The scenery along the way passed by so fast that she almost felt dizzy.

Although she was not sitting in the carriage, she felt the feeling of motion sickness. She quickly looked away and stopped chasing.

When Owen stopped, she continued watching.

After driving for about half an hour, the carriage stopped in front of a factory by the river.

Xia Qingdai heard the sound of the rolling wheels disappearing, put down the "Treatise on Febrile Diseases" in her hand, and lay down in front of the glass jar to continue reading.

Owen had already got off the carriage and entered the factory, but the factory did not have large glass windows for Xia Qingdai to peek into.

Looking at the dim door of the factory, Xia Qingdai pondered for a moment and decided to transform into a villain and watch. But this time she didn't show up, and walked in invisible.

As her thoughts changed, a smell of rust mixed with an indescribable rancid smell came into her nose. It was very unpleasant.

Xia Qingdai covered her mouth and nose, looked down at the relatively clean land, and jumped in.

Once inside the factory, the smell was even worse because there was a group of men's sweat.

Westerners, regardless of race, are prone to body odor. In addition to poor white people, there are also some black slaves in this factory.

At the end of the 18th century, the Civil War to liberate black slaves in the United States had not yet begun, and Britain, the number one slave trader who made its fortune by selling slaves, had not yet repealed the Slave Trade Act.

Most of the African slaves were trafficked to the United States, and a very small number went to Europe. Black slaves in Europe basically did the roughest and heaviest work, so it's not surprising to see them in dark factories.

After Xia Qingdai got used to the smell, she began to look inside the factory.

This is a light industrial factory that makes parts. The further inside, the stuffier the air becomes.

A group of workers with their shirts off were busy in a messy manner, and the well-dressed Owen walking inside stood out. Including his coachman, Andrew, all became more handsome in the presence of these sweaty workers.

The sound in the factory was so noisy that Xia Qingdai couldn't hear what they were saying. She only saw two people with flattering smiles following Owen.

Different from other shirtless workers, these two people still had their shirts hanging on their bodies, with only the cuffs rolled up to their shoulders. They were probably the leadership team of the factory.

Owen quickly noticed Xia Qingdai's appearance and looked back.

Xia Qingdai waved her hand to him, indicating that he didn't need to say hello to her, since she was invisible now. Otherwise, if others saw Owen bowing to the air, they might think there was something wrong with his mind.