Chapter 514 Abraham Training Class

Pushing the door open, the golden light of the morning sun shines in through the French windows.

Good stood in front of the window, the dazzling golden light from around him reflected into Hubble's eyes, but he couldn't see Good's appearance clearly.

The sound of Olike pushing the door seemed to wake Good. He turned around, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the sunlight. Hubble only felt that the other party seemed to be looking at him.

After seven or eight seconds, Good stretched out his hand and said, "Please sit down!"

Hubble felt a little uncomfortable. The person in front of him didn't look like Olike. He felt that he was a person he couldn't influence at all.

While Hubble was still thinking about it, Good had already sat down and said, "First of all, thank you for taking care of Orlik on the ship. I hope to see your friendship last forever.

Olik begged me for mercy, hoping that I could help you.

Wolf Gang... your troubles are not big. Those people have many ways to cut off contact, but getting rid of you is the easiest way.

Now, maybe they have chosen other ways, so you are not in danger of death."

Good knows those nobles. If it is for honor, they will really fight to the death.

But for this kind of dirty work, they have ways to avoid risks, and there is no such thing as unlimited investment for a small person.

An ant-like character, if one erasure fails, do you have to uncover all the nearby ant nests?

The correct approach is to leave temporarily, and naturally no one will notice the connection between the nobles and the ants.

After listening to Hubble, a big stone was removed from his heart. Recently, he has not been hunted down as imagined, and he can't find the people he cooperated with before.

These arrogant nobles really don't take me seriously.

This feeling is really aggrieved and lucky.

The former complacency has completely disappeared under a series of blows.

The proud Wolf Gang is actually just an inconspicuous gray organization in the eyes of big men.

The so-called lethal force may work in troubled times and against Tool Mo, but it is completely vulnerable in the face of the order of the empire.

"Mr. Good, thank you for your advice. Please give me another clear way. Hubble will definitely remember it." Hubble stood up and bent over and said.

He did not use Orlik as a shield, nor did he make other requests.

He is a smart man, Good commented.

He knows that this kind of person is just a little bit of luck, otherwise he may rise at any time.

Just like himself, if he didn't have that little bit of luck, he wouldn't be in a better situation than Hubble.

"I understand your idea, but Good Trading Company will not get involved in this kind of business." Good first denied Hubble's idea before he came.

At least, you can't get involved in the Wolf Gang knowing that there is a problem.

That little profit, Good doesn't look down on it, it's not worth it.

"I'll give you a piece of advice. The nobles may let you go, or they may remember at any time that an ant once disobeyed them, so... become stronger as soon as possible."

Good gave Hubble a sense of urgency to prevent him from giving up.

"Then, it's about management, managing your business, even if it's gray, managing your network.

I can teach you some experience. The officials you come into contact with... the mayor, the sheriff, the tax collector, these are too low-level.

They can facilitate your smuggling business, but they can't really protect you.

If you can't get in touch with higher-level people, you can invest a little and push some allies to a higher position.

Cooperation can only win-win, take a long-term view, money is just the most worthless thing."

Good said a lot, all of which are his experience, ordinary people can't get in touch with these.

Not to mention other things, the political ecology of the colony, the unspoken rules between officials, no one guides you can only move forward in the dark, often thankless.

It can be said that Good's help will not make him rise immediately, but it taught him how to rise.

This is a dragon-slaying skill!

Hubble no longer had any doubts. Mr. Good really regarded him as a friend.

He thanked him solemnly, and before leaving, he heard new news from Mr. Good: the angels were about to arrive at the Silver City, and everyone had better stop moving, otherwise they would easily become targets.

...

Before coming to the Silver City, the angel Dagu had to go to another place first.

The Canard Silver Mine!!!

After more than ten years of mining, this silver mine no longer has open-air ore.

The densely packed mine caves would definitely make people with trypophobia feel uncomfortable.

In the past ten years, this silver mine has provided the empire with millions of silver coins.

A large amount of metal currency has supported the backbone of the empire.

This is the earliest colonial mine and the driving force for the establishment of emerging cities such as the Silver City.

However, these mines have never been in the same system as the Colonial Governor's Office.

This is an industry that belongs only to the royal family, and is managed by people sent by His Majesty the Emperor, completely bypassing the interference of the Governor's Office.

They even have their own independent armed forces and internal regulations.

The last governor, Earl Jeffreys, could occasionally ask about it, but Governor Roger obviously didn't have such prestige.

Therefore, everyone was very curious when they entered the Canard Silver Mine.

Black had been promoted a long time ago, but he came back specially to welcome the angel.

Black Abraham followed Black. He was now wearing decent gentleman's clothes, leaning on a civilized cane, and wearing a pair of plain glasses.

If you ignore the skin color, he is definitely an excellent manager.

But... he is black.

When Brak introduced Abraham to others as the deputy director of the silver mine, it immediately caused a commotion.

Only a few people, such as Governor Roger and the angel Dagu, were not surprised.

"Abraham is a unique tool." Brak appealed for his beloved general. He led everyone into the mine, pointed at the dried corpses, and said: "These are Abraham's compatriots, but for the sake of the empire, he hanged these rioters without hesitation.

With the same number of people, Abraham can increase production capacity by 50%, and the number of riots is the least."

Such results allow Abraham to stand up straight.

"Dear gentlemen, these stupid and uncivilized toolmen are completely different from me.

But I understand them, so I know how to drive them.

Don't be polite to toolmen, otherwise they will only push their limits.

Use a pistol and brass bullets to make them docile.

If necessary, I can provide a batch of high-quality toolmen. They have all received professional training and can drive these barbaric toolmen to work effectively."

Everyone is not interested in the classification of toolmen, but if they can improve the efficiency of toolmen, they are very interested.

Most officials use a lot of toolmen to work in their own fields. If they can increase efficiency, they can save a lot of money.

Soon, the management toolmen that Abraham carefully cultivated were divided up.

He had to announce on the spot: "For the Great Xia Empire, for His Majesty, and for the light of civilization to guide the toolmen, I will provide free training here to teach gentlemen how to drive the toolmen to better build the empire."