Chapter 145 Sherlock and Watson

The town hall of Tingen.

As the face of Tingen City's official institutions, it can be said to be the face of the Kingdom of Loen.

Although the capitalists in Tingen City are generally moving in the direction of being inhuman, in some places they compare their own fictitious moral standards with each other, and 90% of them are Wal-Mart plastic bags...

Well, when Medea and others got off the bus, what they saw was a peaceful and beautiful city scenery.

Should we say that it is truly worthy of being called the Big Bang of the industrial age?

"He comes with bad intentions." Medea looked at the city hall in front of him and couldn't help but complain.

Zhou Mingrui, who was beside her, pinched his fingers and replied helplessly: "We are the ones who are here."

"Mayor Sherlock, please." Aaron Grant extended his hand in an invitation.

The next moment, Zhou Mingrui, Leonard, Mitia and others looked to their sides at the same time.

The opening ceremony that someone prepared has arrived.

A group of ragged poor people were rushing towards them in the heavy rain, wailing.

"Protest the replacement of workers and drive the machines out of Tingen!"

"Protest to displace workers and drive machines out of the city of Tingen."

Anyone with eyes can see clearly that this shout is a show of force.

If Zhou Mingrui had held the big black umbrella, then what was here now would definitely not be this "trap", but a group of newspaper reporters who would come forward to interview him and build momentum for Mayor Zhou Mingrui.

A series of praises were given to Zhou Mingrui, such as "The best mayor in the world, Sherlock, has come to Tingen City" or "The sun has come to Tingen City" and so on.

Medea and his companions were aware of this, and so were the other party. Medea and his companions were aware that the other party was aware of this, and both sides chose to pretend to be confused with each other.

As for why these people appear...

Why are these people where they shouldn't be?
Why do they know who to shout to?
Why did it happen just when we were about to step into the city hall of Tingen?
The trick is so obvious that it can almost be said to be obvious.

Zhou Mingrui pushed his hat with his hand and said calmly, "What's going on?"

The leader was a man who looked very old, with cloudy eyes, like sewage in a sewer.

"Sir, please stop pushing the machine!"

Zhou Mingrui coughed lightly, then looked at his assistant "Watson" Leonard beside him.

Leonard strode forward and held out his hand to help him up.

Under the gaze of everyone, the old man explained the reason for the protest.

The answer is simple.

When merchant interest groups added the final piece of the industrialization puzzle with the steam engine, almost all of these workers were laid off.

The lower-class order in Tingen City, which was already difficult to maintain, has now come to a standstill and is on the verge of collapse.

It can be said that it is precisely because of the massive expansion of the capitalist class united by these factory owners that all the workers have become the fuel for the advancement of this machine.

They didn't want to die, so with some encouragement, they chose to attack the City Hall. As for meeting Zhou Mingrui and others, it could only be said that they were lucky.

Just in time... probably.

Leonard coughed lightly, walked to Zhou Mingrui and briefly described the situation. From his clenched palms, his fingers almost piercing his palms, it can be seen that he was in a very bad mood.

"Well, Mr. Aaron Grant, what's going on?"

Hearing Mayor Zhou Mingrui's question, Grant quickly declined the responsibility.

"Mayor Sherlock, I fully abide by the laws promulgated by the kingdom and have always acted in accordance with the law."

Am I wrong?

No, I have always acted in accordance with the laws of the Kingdom and am a law-abiding "good person".

So what would you do when faced with this situation?
Zhou Mingrui glanced at the person standing with him here.

Their meaning is obvious.

Mayor, you are practicing Tai Chi with an umbrella and not responding to our questions.

Okay, now we're going to throw it right in your face.

We businessmen are promoting the industrialization of factories and replacing manual labor with machine power. What do you think and what are your opinions?
Everyone can speak freely, but whether we accept it or not, that is another question...

Zhou Mingrui was thinking about the answer to the question and the changes that would occur after he chose the answer. He reached out and gently pushed his hat forward.

"Who is responsible for managing the unemployed population in Tingen?" Walter?

Grant was a little confused as to what this move was.

But he quickly came to his senses and said, "The churches are responsible."

The legal description of this line of work is very vague.

If the church is written in great detail and has the power to enforce the law, then is it your Loen royal family that governs this country, or is it my church that governs this country?

These historical issues have led to a tacit understanding among merchants in this era. Influenced by mysticism, the politics of the Kingdom of Loen is quite awkward.

Zhou Mingrui coughed lightly and said to them, "I will discuss with the church how to accommodate you."

"Really?" After hearing this answer, some workers raised their own doubts.

"Can you guarantee that we can sustain our lives?"

"Yes, can you really guarantee that..."

"Of course." Zhou Mingrui pushed his tie and said with a smile, "I believe I can succeed."

Several workers looked at each other, and then these ragged workers left in batches.

At this time, Aaron Grant, who had watched Zhou Mingrui's actions, said stiffly: "Mayor Sherlock, there is no need to break the rules of history."

The laws of the ancestors are immutable.

But Zhou Mingrui just looked at him deeply and then walked into the city hall.

"This mayor is really very capable." Someone said with emotion.

"It seems that it is not something that can be dealt with by a 20-80 split."

Aaron Grant quickly adjusted his mentality, and he looked at the group of colleagues around him who were in the same circle as him with a cold tone.

"Exposing your domineering attitude is seeking death."

"Follow."

On the other side, Medea, who was lagging behind Zhou Mingrui and Leonard, looked at Shab beside him with a headache.

"Don't cause trouble."

"I know." Shabu nodded, and then casually asked: "What will happen if the ceremony of deification fails?"

Medea paused, then quickly returned to normal.

The power of the end has isolated this place, and these words will not be revealed in the past, present, or future...

"Sherlock, what should we do?" Leonard, holding Watson's identity, asked.

He talked to the old man on his body and found that it was difficult to resolve the problem peacefully.

In other words, the time and energy required to solve this problem is very difficult.

"Let's first find a way to sort out the current problems." Zhou Mingrui answered calmly.

"First of all, the industrialization of Tingen has already begun, and large-scale layoffs of workers have already begun. If we don't control the brakes, the future will be very dangerous."

If the drawbacks brought about by industrialization are not properly dealt with, then when the lever of mysticism is added, it is hard to imagine how great a disaster will be unleashed.

"So, what do we need to do?"

Listening to Leonard's question, Zhou Mingrui stopped, then raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a confident aura.

"Watson, if you become the mayor, how do you think we should let the citizens know the concept of Tingen City and then cooperate with us?"

"…You mean handling the case?"

"That's right." Zhou Mingrui nodded, and then he expressed his own ideas.

“By being fair and telling these people that the Tingen municipality is real, they can trust us.”

"Is it really possible to give confidence?" Leonard touched his chin, lost in thought.

“Yes, give confidence.”

"Watson, there is no light in those people's eyes, no hope at all. We must raise a flag to tell them that the future exists, hope exists, and a better life is not a fantasy beyond common sense."

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple, Watson..."

(End of this chapter)