Chapter 515 Our Own People

Abraham was so active that he looked like a native of Daxia.

Apart from his skin color, he did better than most people.

But... it was always different.

Everyone was a little enthusiastic about him, but that was just for profit. No one really treated him as their own.

Perhaps only Blake slightly recognized him, but most of them just thought of him as a good dog.

As they went deeper into the mine, everyone changed their minds a little.

The tool-silent supervisors that could be seen everywhere, holding simple weapons, were more fierce than the Daxia supervisors.

It seemed that the silver mine was deliberately indulgent, so the tool-silent supervisors were everywhere in the mine.

Of course, this must have been a hint from Blake, trying to let the angel know as an educational achievement.

After all, the governor had changed, and he was still working in the colony, so he must want to return to his homeland.

Unlike his old friend Commander Lawrence, he did not want to continue to seek military merits, so of course he wanted to return to the center and seek a good position.

But it is really shocking. Daxia people rarely use toolmos in management positions because of their contempt, distrust of toolmos, and doubts about their intelligence.

Many people even think that toolmos are human beasts and are not included in the human genealogy at all.

On the contrary, white people are also despised, but at least everyone still recognizes that they are human beings.

But Abraham thinks he is a human being, even if he is an inferior one.

He tried his best to show his achievements and introduced to the angel: "My lords, this is the result of the silver mine under the command of General Brak.

Blindly squeezing can not actually achieve the highest efficiency.

It only takes a little difference, such as more food and better housing, to make most toolmos active.

If... give them a little more room for advancement, even if it is just a trivial opportunity, their enthusiasm will double."

In fact, this is the simplest way of ruling.

Blindly squeezing will only lead to rebound. On the contrary, giving the lower class a little hope will relieve more pressure.

The best among the lower class will strive to climb up the class instead of organizing riots.

Of course, this kind of class leap is very difficult.

If it succeeds, it can also accept fresh blood.

And often, only when generations of rulers are corrupt and even ignore this point, will the collapse of rule come.

Many people present have learned and experienced the art of ruling, so they are naturally deeply touched.

Of course, there are inevitably extremists who laugh and say: "Hey, Abraham, like you? Did you betray your race?"

Abraham said calmly: "No, I am just looking for hope for my race. Riots can never solve problems. The powerful Daxia Empire is invincible. The yellow emperor is also the noblest blood. We are willing to be the eternal servants of the empire."

Abraham is undoubtedly smart. He has a deep understanding of the current situation of the world and made the most favorable choice.

Of course, he is also timid and cannot face death calmly.

So the visitors stopped talking, and it turned out that this was beneficial to the empire.

Blindly forcing will only lose the noble demeanor, even if he does not agree.

Dagu was even more interested. Abraham showed him a different tool. Was this a new idea?