In his previous life, Li Jiashu was in charge of a chemical factory project.

The factory plot is chosen around a first-tier second-tier city and close to a town.

The population of townships is not large, and most of the residents are middle-aged and elderly people over 40 years old.

Desolate.

When the construction team completed the foundation stage and was about to enter the stage of steel structure construction, Li Jiashu ordered a large number of prefabricated structural parts from the steel factory around the township.

Soon, many truck drivers ran to the two ends every day and delivered tons of steel structures to the construction site.

The business of the small restaurant in the township was slightly better because the truck driver was having a cheap lunch and dinner in the town. It costs 12 yuan per meat and two vegetables, and no traffic police came to post a ticket.

When the pouring stage entered, the business of the dilapidated bathhouses in the township became better.

Because the construction site cannot provide bathing.

The masters brought by the contractor have completed the day's pouring, smoothing, and transporting garbage. They have to go to the old bathhouse in the township, scrub the bath, drink wine, and play cards to clean themselves before resting.

At the same time, some old aunts in the township also made some money.

Don't get me wrong, it means washing clothes.

The number of washing machines in the dormitory of the construction site is limited, and it cannot cope with the work clothes (covered with dust and mortar), underwear, and shoes for so many people every day. And to be honest, in this case, the washing machine's effect is not as good as hand-washing.

Li Jiashu and the construction manager found the director of the neighborhood committee in the township and served cigarettes and yellow wine. Then the other party helped to post an announcement and sent someone to the mahjong room hidden in the vegetable market to communicate with the old aunts who played mahjong every day.

The construction manager paid a few hundred yuan and asked the old aunts to help once a week. He manually cleaned the clothes washed by the washing machine to ensure that the clothes remained basically clean and avoid any sickness caused by the workers. (You only asked once a week, so you won’t wash them every day.)

The old aunts in the township made some money and were even more willing to spend money on groceries.

Later, when the construction of the workers' dormitory for the chemical factory was about to be completed, Li Jiashu ordered hundreds of sets of pots and pans from the daily necessities and grocery stores in the township, and the grocery store owner was amused.

Li Jiashu was also happy.

The funds provided by Party A regarding this matter are required to order hundreds of sets of pots and pans with qualified quality from regular manufacturers, and throw them directly into the warehouse after the worker's dormitory is completed.

There are quality differences in plastic washbasins that cost 5 yuan and plastic washbasins that cost 3 yuan, but will something happen when used?

Will the bosses come to check whether the pots and pans are ‘high-quality products of large factories’?

I have to say everything, and I understand everything.

Finally, in the month when the chemical plant project was about to end, Li Jiashu noticed that several new KTVs, several barber shops, several foot bath shops, and several Chinese fast food restaurants were opened in the township.

The small bosses in the township are very keen and know that the big one is coming.

After the completion of the chemical plant, there will inevitably be thousands of workers, local or foreign-local workers, who will settle here, work and consume in the future.

Li Jiashu and the construction manager left the second-tier city and the township.

But this town will inevitably be more lively than before.

I remember in my freshman general course, the professor once said: Demand brings projects, and projects bring demand.

However, Li Jiashu agreed even more, and he had read the words in another book.

He said,

"The essence of man is the sum of all social relations."

Among all human social relations, the most basic relationship is the production relations.

So, even if it starts with an island, the territory will be poor and broken.

As long as there are people, there are harbors, and there are small towns.

Add a little bit of subjective initiative.

Why worry about not being able to develop down-to-earth?

but,

The more people there are, the more unpredictable variables there will be.

......

"The slaves are all healthy and no one is sick. Captain, the young men and I, take the slaves down now?" asked Barbary's eldest mate to his captain.

"Take it all down, well, remember to let the sailors calm down, wait until they arrive at Sarason's port before letting everyone have a party..."

Captain Pasha put the exquisitely patterned triangular top hat on his head in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

"...I haven't come to Gus City for two or three months. I don't want to let that guy Wuyue laugh at me for not being able to control my subordinates."

Putting a necklace made of black pearls on your neck, Captain Pasha looked at himself in the mirror, then turned around and left the captain's room with Chief Ms. Barbary.

Captain Pasha in the mirror watched him and his men leave the room, then sat down at the desk and continued to study the old navigation charts on the table.

On the seawall of the port, 83 Madame Slay slaves in shackles were supervised by pirates holding sticks, waiting for their destiny in vain.

Captain Pasha, who was dressed in black and hat, and with the eldest mate Barbary, landed on the rope ladder, at the corner of the street not far from the seawall, a noble carriage with a swan heraldry was slowly driven out very "timely" very slowly.

More than a dozen soldiers trotted on both sides of the carriage with short spears, guarding the lord.

Passers-by on both sides of the street stepped back and stood under the eaves, bent down slightly, lowered his head deeply, and did not dare to move.

The sound of the stick hitting sounded.

"Kneel down!"

"Everyone kneels down!"

The pirates viciously hit the slaves on the back with sticks, speaking the short words Sreve with a not-standard pronunciation, causing all the slaves to kneel down.

The wheels stopped at the seawall.

The pirates held sticks and knelt on one knee.

Captain Pasha and Barbary walked to the front of their men.

At 3 meters away from the carriage, the two of them also knelt on one knee.

"Pasha van Dezwich, meet Lord Fedeles!"

The pirate captain in black and black hat said loudly in a very breathtaking voice.

The car door opened, and the figure of a young man in purple velvet silk clothes walked down from the carriage.

"Get up, Captain Pasha." Chuyang's voice sounded.

Captain Pasha and Barbary looked up at the same time in surprise.

The first mate continued to kneel on one knee, and the captain stood up.

"You are... Chuyang, Wuyue's son." Captain Pasha recognized the boy.

"Yes, it's me. I heard my father mention you, Uncle Dezwich." Chuyang said calmly.

"Chuyang... sir," the pirate captain looked at the boy who was two shorter than him, and hesitated slightly, "Your father..."

The boy in purple velvet silk clothes shook his head slightly, "My father had a sudden illness a few weeks ago. The doctor failed to save him and passed away last week."

The pirate captain in black-clad black hat changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly tilted, as if he wanted to say something, but he did not speak in the end.

Chu Yang waited for 1 minute and saw that the other party hadn't said anything more, so he said, "Let your subordinates get up."

Pasha whistled, and the first mate Barbary and the other pirates stood up one after another.

"Let the slaves get up too." Chuyang said again.

Barbary: “Ah?”

"I mean, let the slave get up, and sit down, and don't kneel." Chu Yang said with a stern face, "My guest, Mr. Axelarite, the alien you have ever met in Barbary, he thinks..."

"...The ground of the seawall is wet, which makes the slaves kneel for a long time, which is not good for their knees. If the disease falls into the root of the disease, it will be the loss of the Feidieresh family."

"So just let them sit on the ground and don't kneel down."

Chuyang explained slowly.

Captain Pasha said 'um', and the first mate immediately greeted the pirates.

"Get up! Get up!"

"Sit down! Sit down!"

The pirates knocked the slaves on the back with sticks, shouting in the short words Sreve, whose pronunciation was not standard.

The slaves got up in confusion and sat down.

Chu Yang nodded, looked at Pasha, and said with a smile: "Captain Pasha, thank you for your willingness to reach this deal with me, and I should do my best to do my best to be a landlord. Please have a drink in the city."

"Let's go to the tavern, the seat is ready."

Chuyang stretched out his finger and pointed at the tavern a hundred meters away.

Captain Pasha pressed his black hat, "Okay, Lord Lord."

The two walked towards the tavern one after another. First mate Barbary picked out three confidants and followed behind them.

When they entered the tavern, they saw three soldiers sitting in the same corner with Hamo, a guard wearing leather armor and a short sword. Four glasses of wheat beer were placed on the table in front of them, but no one had touched these glasses.

The tavern owner, an old man in his 50s, was wearing a slightly faded but neat dress, standing next to the guard Hamo, smiling all over his face, rubbing his hands and looking at the VIPs.
To be continued...