Magic Industrial Age

At this moment, Douglas Hill was the brightest star in the entire hall, the center of attention.

A group of high-ranking noble emissaries, who were originally confident of victory, immediately had gloomy faces.

Especially Zeb and Adrian, who had conceived this plan together, and they had also taken the lead in discussing it with the noble emissaries.

Now, seeing unexpected changes, the most furious were naturally them.

However, when they saw Douglas's robe, their expressions became quite interesting.

If there was anyone in the entire city of Oakland who could truly not fear these high-ranking noble emissaries, the Magic Academy would definitely be one.

There was no way around it; the magic world and the noble circle were two different worlds. Although they weren't completely without intersection, within the magic world, the influence of the nobility could be minimized.

Moreover, mana machinery was a national policy, and mana mechanics like Douglas Hill had an even higher status.

This was something that Loy couldn't compare to, and even Madam Linda as a potion master couldn't match.

Therefore, Loy had spent a great deal of effort to persuade Douglas.

It was only because Douglas only cared about mana machinery and Kintyre that he agreed; otherwise, those with less courage might not have dared to take on this task.

But since he had taken action, Douglas was willing to go all out.

He stood there, meeting the scrutinizing gazes of the nobles, not backing down in the slightest, but instead smiling and continuing to speak: "Everyone! Everyone!"

"Ten thousand Kintyre, 2% of the shares, does anyone want to bid? If not, it will be mine!"

Thud!

Miller appropriately struck the wooden hammer in his hand, and amidst the shocked and angry gazes of the crowd, he continued: "Ten thousand Kintyre once, ten thousand Kintyre twice, ten thousand Kintyre, three times!"

"Congratulations, Mr. Douglas Hill, you will receive 2% of the shares of the Northern Railway Company, becoming a shareholder. Welcome, welcome!"

"It's my honor!"

"Then we will continue to auction the second 2% of the shares, also with a starting price of five thousand, and each increase must not be less than 100 Kintyre."

As he said this, Miller raised his hand and took out a second piece of parchment, saying, "Bidding, start now."

"Everyone, if you are interested, you can bid."

Before the words could fall, Douglas had already spoken: "Ten thousand Kintyre, I'll take it!"

Baron Miller didn't waste any words and directly said: "Ten thousand Kintyre, ten thousand Kintyre, is there anyone higher than ten thousand Kintyre?"

"No, good. Then, once, twice, three times, sold!"

Thud!

Without giving everyone a chance to regret, the gavel fell, as if falling into the hearts of everyone present.

Then, the same operation, the same method, the same rhetoric, the time seemed to be shortened a bit.

Douglas once again won the third share!

Until the fourth parchment scroll was placed on it, some of the high-ranking nobles' emissaries couldn't bear it anymore.

Because, judging from the posture, Douglas could buy all the subsequent shares by himself.

Ten thousand Kintyre was a lot, but who knew how much money this person had?

If they really couldn't get any shares at all, they wouldn't be able to explain it when they returned, and their families wouldn't be able to explain it to His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, when the fourth parchment scroll appeared, these noble emissaries really couldn't hold back.

"I bid ten thousand one hundred Kintyre!"

A loud voice rang out, and at the same time, a hand was raised.

Zeb Sesspin turned his head to look at his partner, Adrian Hawke, with an expression of disbelief.

"You, you, why?"

Adrian maintained his smile and demeanor, but upon closer inspection, his eyes were full of helplessness.

He whispered in explanation: "Zeb, Zeb, our tricks are useless, so hurry up and bid!"

"If you're slow, you'll have to spend who knows how many more Kintyre."

Adrian Hawke's defection was definitely abrupt, but none of the noble emissaries who were sent here were fools. After only a moment of愣神, they all reacted.

Thus, the fourth parchment scroll was acquired by the Hawke family for ten thousand one hundred Kintyre, which was considered cheap.

After that, each share was more expensive than the last, and the competition for each share was more intense.

By the tenth share, the price had even reached thirty thousand Kintyre, which was snatched by Zeb Sesspin.

But even so, his face was a mixture of loss and relief. He had finally, finally gotten a share.

It is worth mentioning that the wealthy merchants of Oakland City, seeing that these noble emissaries had broken the rules themselves, no longer held back.

Several of them joined forces, raised nearly twenty thousand Kintyre, and purchased 2% of the shares.

It was because of this action that Miller's eyes became kinder when he looked at them; otherwise, after today, they would all be in trouble.

At this point, the bidding conference for today was no longer turbulent, but ended successfully amidst the shouts of increasing prices.

According to the statistics of the Executive Hall, this time, 20% of the shares were auctioned for a total of nearly two hundred thousand Kintyre.

In other words, even without the Empire's interest-free loan, without Loy's twenty thousand Kintyre, and without the financial support of the Executive Hall, the money to build this railway was basically enough.

But, not having money has its own way of living, and having money has its own way. Loy was already planning how to spend such a large sum of Kintyre.

The workers' wages definitely had to be raised, various safety facilities had to be arranged, and the food, accommodation, hygiene, and medical care had to be decent...

Building a railway was a tiring job, and quite a few people died on the railway.

In fact, some foremen were so harsh that the railway was buried with piles of bones.

This was a feature of the era, and Loy couldn't say that he could guarantee that every worker would be safe and healthy.

But he would do his best to ensure their safety and wages, and treat these workers as human beings.

Originally, Loy wanted to subsidize some of it himself, but now it seemed that there was enough money, so there was no need to bother.

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However, the noble emissaries looked at Loy with unkind eyes before leaving, as if they wanted to swallow him alive.

Obviously, these people were not stupid and knew that Douglas was the one on the surface, and Loy was the one truly operating behind the scenes.

They had spent more money, and it would be difficult to explain when they returned, so they would naturally appear resentful.

Loy didn't care on the surface, but his vigilance was raised in his heart.

Olivia was not here, and no one was guarding him, so he could only rely on himself.

Therefore, after leaving the auction hall, Loy ordered Angus to raise the alert level.

Not only at 19 Lombardy Street, but also at several mana factories and several shops, fearing that these people would cause damage.

You know, in the past few days, the Champs Elysees Mana Textile Factory had encountered arson by thieves; robbers had broken into the Lightning Mana Machinery Factory and smashed it; and someone had also sabotaged the raw materials at the potion factory...

However, these second-rate methods were discovered in time.

But catching the people was useless; they had no idea who had hired them, and there was no way to investigate.

Fortunately, 19 Lombardy Street was still notoriously fierce, and no one dared to patronize it.

It was amidst this turmoil that it came to January 20th. In five days, the money that should be paid was all paid to the Executive Hall.

And the Executive Hall opened an account at the Seven Gods Bank. At this point, more than two hundred thousand Kintyre for railway construction had all been deposited.

Thus, Miller, with almost no hesitation, directly held a launch ceremony on the 20th.

To put it bluntly, it was digging the first shovel of soil at the railway transportation station outside Oakland City, which marked the official start of the railway construction.

In fact, in order to compete for progress, this railway was actually built in sections, directly dividing into three construction teams, each with its own task.

In this way, there were enough Kintyre, but the manpower required was also tripled.

At this time, Loy's foresight was reflected, and those trained workers finally played a big role.

They almost all became foremen, and after recruiting some young and strong people, they formed a foundation.

Although there were always bumps and various minor problems, it was finally not a big problem, and everything was going smoothly.

At this time, those noble emissaries had no reason to stay and left one after another.

As small shareholders, they only needed to check the accounts.

And the departure of these people finally allowed Loy to relax his vigilance a little.

Perhaps Miller's warning had worked, or perhaps it was for the sake of this railway that there was no need to cause casualties, or perhaps Loy's past achievements made them a little afraid.

Anyway, the assassins that Loy had been waiting for really didn't come.

In this way, time moved forward, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a month later.

February 25, 312 of the New God Era, the railway construction had completely entered the rhythm, and even attracted a large number of people to Oakland City because of the good conditions.

The resulting siphon effect made Oakland City's prosperity even higher.

At this moment, Loy had completely let go of his guard.

But at this moment, what should come finally came.

That night, Loy, in his sleep, sank into a deep dream, as if entering a flesh and blood hell, a deep abyss of bones.

I have not broken my promise!