Chapter 13 Chapter Twelve

How did Fu Sheng know that the fucking landing pad would be closed?How did he know that the bribe would be wasted because of the Tiger of Bangkok's presence?Thinking of the scene of meeting Mr. Lake, Fu Sheng couldn't help frowning.At that time, he knelt before the pale foreign devil as if worshiping God; he kowtowed obediently to the foreign devil, who kept yelling, cursing, and throwing newspapers at him—the front page of every newspaper It's all Jaidi Roana's predictable appearance.Tigers of Bangkok.He could not help cursing to himself.This guy is just as evil as those devils that the Thai people believe in.

"Khun..." Fusheng tried to defend himself, but Mr. Lake interrupted him roughly. "You said you had everything sorted out!" he yelled. "Give me a reason not to fire you!" Fusheng was yelled at and curled up into a ball, forcing himself not to resist.He tried to be as rational as possible, "Khun, everyone has a loss. This is caused by the Carlisle Corporation, Mr. Carlisle and Akarat from the Ministry of Trade got too close. He kept pissing off the white shirts and repeatedly insulting them... ..." "Don't change the subject! The seaweed tank should have been cleared last week. You said you paid the bribe, and now I find out you're taking my money. Not because of Carlisle, but because of you. It was your mistake. "

"Khun, Bangkok Tiger did it. He is like a natural disaster, unpredictable like earthquake, tsunami. You can't blame me for being unpredictable..." "I hate being lied to. Do you think I'm stupid because I'm Farang? You think I don't know how you keep your books? How you manipulated, lied to me, surreptitiously..." "I didn't lie to you..." "I don't want to listen to your excuses! Explanation is a cover-up! Your words are worse than bullshit! I don't care what you say or what you think, I only look at the results. Within this month, increase the reliability of the production line to 4% Ten, or go back to the building where the yellow card people live. The choice is yours. Before I fire you, you have a month."

"Khun..." "Do you understand?" Fusheng stared at the floor in pain, he didn't want the other party to see his expression, "Of course, Mr. Lake. I understand. Things will go as you wish." Before he finished speaking, the foreign devil strode out of the office, leaving Fusheng alone.After experiencing such humiliation, Fusheng considered whether he should use acid to open the safe and just steal the blueprint.Driven by blazing rage, he walked to the safe.But he soon calmed down and regained his senses. If something went wrong at the factory, or if the safe was stolen, he would be the number one suspect.If he hopes to survive in this country, he cannot give himself any bad records.White shirts can easily terminate the residency status of yellow card holders for any reason, kicking them across the border and letting them fall into the hands of fundamentalists.He's gotta be patient, he's gotta survive in this fucking factory.

Therefore, Fusheng put pressure on his employees to work hard, and the repair work cost a lot of money. He even took out the cash he had stashed away.All this is to meet Mr. Lake's request, lest that fucking foreign devil ruin everything for him.They tested the production line repeatedly, took apart old drive links, and scoured the city for teak wood used to make the shafts. He sent a message to all the yellow card people through the smiling face Zhan. If a building in the expansion era collapses and usable materials are collected from the ruins, those who provide information will be rewarded.Since new teak wood cannot be brought in from upstream until the rainy season arrives and the river level rises, until then, in order to get the production line running at full capacity, they must find material that can be temporarily used as a shaft.

Fusheng clenched his teeth, feeling extremely frustrated.Years of hard work seemed to bear fruit, but now his fate was tied to a production line that never worked properly, and a group of people who never made it.This almost cornered Fusheng, forcing him to use his last resort.He could tell the fucking foreign devil that he knew what Mr. Lake was doing in his spare time thanks to Lao Gu's tip-off.He knew every place Mr. Lake had been to, the many libraries in Bangkok and the residences of old families.He also knew of Mr. Lake's passion for seeds. But the strangest and most shocking of all was an incident that happened not so long ago.Not long after the incident happened, Lao Gu hurriedly found Fusheng to talk about it.A clockwork girl.An illegally imported genetic waste.A girl whom Mr. Lake had a crush on like he was drunk.Old Gu whispered that Mr. Lake slept with that girl more than once, and he was looking forward to it every day.

shocking.Also disgusting. But very useful. But this trick is best saved for the last moment, if Mr. Lake really wants to drive him out of the factory.For now, it is best to let Lao Gu continue to observe, listen, and collect more information.As early as when Fusheng arranged for Lao Gu to be Mr. Lake's special driver, he had already planted this secret thread.He must not waste the advantage in his hand just because of the anger in his heart.Therefore, even though Fu Sheng's face was as ugly as if he fell hard on the floor, he still jumped around like a monkey just to make the foreign devil happy.

With a sad face, Fusheng followed Aji through the factory and walked to another place where he complained.question.There are always more questions. All around them, the sounds of repair work echoed through the factory.Half of the drive chain buried under the floor was pulled out to reset.Nine monks chanted endlessly on the other side of the factory, pulling the sacred thread here and there, beseeching the ghosts that haunted the place—probably shrinkage-era ghosts, angry at the Thais working for Farang— —Ask them to allow the factory to operate normally.When Fusheng saw these monks, he remembered how much he had paid for it, and couldn't help frowning.

"What's wrong?" Fu Sheng asked.The two passed through the gap between the cutting and pressing machines and drilled under the production line. "It's here, Khun. I'll show you to see it." Aji said. The warm, damp, salty smell of the seaweed grew stronger and filled the air, lingering.The two stood between the damp shelves, and Aggie pointed to the seaweed tank.There are more than 30 culture tanks with open surfaces, where continuously multiplying algae are being cultivated, and the water inside is all dark green.A female worker sweeps a net across the water to pick up algae from the surface.She spreads the seaweed flat on a board about the size of a person, then hoists it into the air with twine ropes, where hundreds of boards have already been hung.

"The culture tank is contaminated," Aggie said. "Really?" Seeing those training tanks, Fu Sheng suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, "Is it difficult to solve?" In a healthy tank, the seaweed on the surface will be more than six inches thick and a soft, vibrant dark green.They exude an alluring smell of sea water and life.Water droplets overflowed from the outside of the transparent culture tank, dripping on the ground to emit moisture, leaving white salt flowers after the water evaporated.A steady stream of live seaweed is transported by conveyor belts to rust-red iron mills, where it is lost in darkness.

There is pig DNA in the seaweed, and some other things... It should be flax, Fusheng thought.Mr. Yates has always believed that the DNA of flax is the key to the good properties of this seaweed, making this seaweed an excellent cling agent.But Fusheng has always had a good impression of the pig protein in it.Pigs symbolize luck, so this seaweed should be lucky too.But so far, despite its potential, it has brought nothing but trouble. Aji smiled nervously, and pointed out to Fusheng several problematic culture tanks: the yield decreased, the color of the seaweed changed, and it smelled like stinky fish.These tanks smelled more like shrimp paste made from shrimp that had been dead for a while than the salty smell of other healthy tanks. "Banya says these tanks are no longer usable. He says I can't make them until replacements arrive." Fusheng let out a hoarse laugh and shook his head, "We can't replace them. The Bangkok Tigers burned all the cargo on the landing pad. You have to use the existing conditions to continue production." "But they're contaminated. And the problem could spread to other culture tanks." "Are you sure this is going to happen?" "Benya said..." "Banya was trampled to death by a giant elephant. Besides, if we can't get the production line going, Boss Farang will kick us all out of the factory and let us starve to death in the streets." "But……" "Did you know that you have fifty Thais watching your job, and another thousand yellow card people." Aggie shut his mouth.Fu Sheng nodded seriously, "Let the production line start." "If the white shirts come to investigate us, they will find that the culture solution is not clean." Aji wiped off the gray foam on the edge of the culture tank with his fingers, "This thing shouldn't be there. The color of the seaweed should be brighter, and it shouldn't be There's this bubble." Fusheng stared gloomily at these cultivation tanks, "If the production line cannot be started as scheduled, we will all go hungry." He was about to say something more when the girl named Ah Mai ran into the room. "Khun, there is a man looking for you." Fu Sheng glanced at her impatiently, "Is it news about the new rotating shaft? Could it be teak wood stolen from a certain temple?" Ahmai's mouth opened and closed, and she was stunned by such disrespect to gods and Buddhas. , but Fusheng was indifferent to this. "If that man doesn't have news about the shaft, I won't have time to see him." He turned to Aji again, "Can you find a way to extract the nutrient solution and give the cultivation tank a thorough cleaning?" Aji shrugged vaguely, "You can try it, Khun. But Banya said that if you don't use new nutrient solution, the pollution is still not eliminated. Because we have to reuse the nutrient solution drawn from these culture tanks, so There is a good chance the problem will recur." "Can't we find a way to clean the nutrient solution, filter or something?" "Neither the culture tank nor the nutrient solution can be completely cleaned. Eventually they must become a source of infection, and other culture tanks will also be contaminated." "Finally? Is that what you're talking about? Finally?" Fu Sheng stared at him with a scowling face, "I don't care about 'final'. I just know that if production doesn't resume this month, we won't have a chance to worry about what you said 'Finally'. And you, you have to go back to Thonburi to check the chicken intestines, pray every day that you don't catch the flu, and I have to go back to the yellow card building. Don't worry about tomorrow. Think of Mr. Lake Would it be serious to throw you out on the street today. Use your brains and figure out a way to get the fucking algae to thrive." Fusheng once again cursed secretly: it is so difficult to work with Thai people.They lack the enterprising spirit of the Chinese who devote themselves to work. "Khun?" It was still Amai, she did not leave.His angry look scared her back. "The man said, this is your last chance." "My last chance? Take me to see that bastard." Fu Sheng pulled open the curtain of the purification room and strode towards the hall.In the hall, the giant elephant is resting by the handle of the rotating shaft, which is simply burning money - but they have no money now; Fusheng suddenly stopped and slapped the seaweed powder off his hands, feeling like a scared Broken fool. Standing in the middle of the factory, "Dog Ri's" is as obtrusive as a second-generation tuberculosis patient in the Spring Festival celebration.This guy looked at the production line where various tests were going on, with "Old Bones" and "Horse Face" standing beside him.All three looked confident.They have no mercy for yellow card people and no fear of the police. It was all by chance: Mr. Lake was looking up books upstairs, and Amai came directly to find him instead of looking for the foreign devil.Amai runs ahead, taking him into his future. Fusheng motioned for "God's Dee" to follow him to a blind spot that could not be seen from the observation window upstairs, but what made people crazy was that "God's Day" stood there without moving, continuing to look at the rumbling production line and the listless giant elephant. "That's impressive!" he said, "Is this where you guys make those super kink springs?" Fusheng glared at him and motioned him to follow him outside the factory, "We shouldn't be talking about this here." "Dog day's" as if I didn't hear it.His eyes rolled and he saw the upstairs office and the observation window.He stared up at the window with fanaticism in his eyes, "That's where you work, upstairs?" "If that Farang sees you, I won't have to work there." Fusheng forced a polite smile, "Please, we'd better talk outside. Your appearance will arouse other people's doubts." "Dog Ri's" still didn't move, just stared at the office upstairs for a long time.Fusheng had a feeling that the man's gaze seemed to have penetrated the wall, and he saw the iron safe crouching there and the extremely valuable secrets it protected, which made him feel nervous. "Please come with me." Fusheng whispered, "Workers will gossip." Suddenly, the villain turned and nodded for his men to follow.The stone in Fusheng's heart fell to the ground, and he quickly followed behind them. "Someone wants to see you," said Dog Day, gesturing toward the outer door. It's a manure giant.When is not good, choose this time.Fusheng glanced at the observation window.If he leaves without reason, Mr. Lake will be angry. "Okay." Fusheng said and was about to walk in the direction of the office, "I'll come as soon as I tidy up the files." "Let's go now." "God's Day" said, "No one has ever asked him to wait." He motioned Fusheng to follow, "Go now, otherwise there is no need to go." Fu Sheng hesitated for a moment, then waved to Ah Mai.When he followed "Gou Ri De" to the factory gate, the little girl rushed over.Fusheng leaned down and said in a low voice, "Tell Mr. Anderson, I'm going out for a while, and I won't be back... Tell him I found the materials to make a new shaft." He nodded fiercely, "Just tell him that. Material." Ahmai nodded and was about to turn around, but Fusheng grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her closer, "Remember to speak slowly and keep the words simple. I don't want that Farang to misunderstand me and put me Get out into the street. If I get driven out, you won't be well. Remember." Ah Mai grinned, "Mai pen rai. I will let him know that you are working very hard, he will be very happy." She finished and ran back to the factory quickly. "Dog day" turned around and smiled, "I thought you were just the king of the yellow card people. I didn't expect you to have a beautiful Thai girl here who listens to you like that. This is not bad for the yellow card king. .” Fu Sheng curled his lips, "The Yellow Card King is not an enviable title." "Neither is the dung giant." The other party replied, "The name covers up too much." He glanced around the factory yard. "I've never been in the Farang factory." Quite a lot." Fusheng squeezed out a smile, "Spending money like water, that Fran is going crazy." The workers' eyes were piercing, which made the back of his neck hurt.I don't know how many people here know "Gou Ri's"?For a moment, he even feels grateful that there are no yellow card people employed in the factory.Those people would recognize the man he was dealing with in an instant.Fu Sheng suppressed the anger and fear in his heart.There is no doubt that "dog day" is trying to make him lose his cool, which is part of the business negotiation. You are Chen Fusheng, the owner of Xinsanfan Ship Company, don't let these tricks fool you. He kept chanting this incantation that could bring him confidence until they walked outside the gate.Fu Sheng stopped suddenly. "Goofy" laughed and opened the car door for Fusheng, "What's the matter? Have you never seen a car?" Fusheng suppressed the urge to slap the man.He was so arrogant and stupid. "You're an idiot," he said softly. "Don't you know that's exposing me? What's people going to talk about with a guy like that parked in front of the factory?" He ducked into the car. "Dog Ri's" then got into the car, still laughing nonchalantly.The men he brought also boarded the car. "Old Bones" greeted the driver in front, the car engine started, and the body began to vibrate. "This car burns diesel?" Fusheng asked.He involuntarily lowered his voice. "Dog Day" grinned, "The boss has made a lot of contributions to reducing carbon emissions..." He shrugged, "This luxury is also acceptable." "But the cost..." Fusheng stopped talking by himself.To speed up this giant iron beast, the cost is undoubtedly extremely high.This is an unreasonable waste, but it is also a manifestation of the strength of the manure giant.Even in his richest days in Malaya, Fu Sheng never considered such a luxury. Despite the high temperature in the car, he was shivering.There was an ancient quality to the thing, and it seemed so heavy and huge—probably a tank once upon a time.He felt like he was locked in a company safe, cut off from the rest of the world.The claustrophobia engulfed him. Just as Fusheng was trying his best to control his emotions, "Goofy" laughed. "I hope you're not wasting his time," he said. Fu Sheng forced himself to look at "Gou Ri De", "I think you will be happier if I fail." "You're right." Shrugged "Goofy," "If I had the final say, we would definitely let you guys die on the other side of the border." The car started to accelerate, and Fusheng was pinned against the leather seat. Outside the car window, the City of Angels receded so quickly that it was lost at all: the sun-tanned crowds, dirty cart animals, and fish-like bicycles.Everyone turns their eyes to the car as it speeds by.People pointed at it, and some opened their mouths, as if shouting, but he couldn't hear the sound. The speed of this machine is simply amazing. Yellow card people gathered at the entrance of the building.These men and women from Malaya were waiting for a job opportunity, and although it was a hot afternoon and the chances of being hired were slim, they still put on an air of vitality to show that there was still life in their bony limbs. Available calories, burned as long as someone needs them. Everyone stared wide-eyed when the manure giant's car arrived.After the car door was opened, people knelt down one after another and humbly performed the highest courtesy to the owner of the car—three prostrations and nine kowtows.This is the man who gave them a place to live, the only one in the city of angels who would shoulder the heavy burden they brought, and take steps to save them from the blood-red machetes of the Malays and the black batons of the white shirts people. Fusheng glanced at the group of yellow card people kneeling on the ground.He may have recognized some of them.For a moment, he was surprised that he was not in the middle of the salute. "Goofy" led him into the dark building.From the upper floors came the twittering of rats and the smell of the sweaty crowd.When they came to the two elevator shafts, "Gou Ri De" turned on a dull copper microphone and called into it briskly, with the confidence of a person in power in his voice.They waited, staring at each other: "Gou Ri De" showed boredom, while Fu Sheng carefully concealed his anxiety.There was a rattling sound from above, the sound of metal rubbing against stone.The elevator car appeared in front of him. "Dog Day" opened the fence door and walked in.The woman driving the elevator released the brake, shouted something into the speakerphone, and then slammed the door shut. "Goofy" grinned from the other side of the door, "Wait here, Yellow Card Man." The elevator rose quickly, taking him away into the darkness. A minute later, another elevator with ballasts appeared.They pushed each other out of the car and rushed to the stairs in groups.One of them saw Fusheng and apparently mistook him for one of them. "There's no room. He's got enough people." Fusheng shook his head, "No, I'm not here to do this." He said in a low voice, but those people had already disappeared above the stairs, and the sandals on their feet were snapping.They were rushing to the top of the building so that the ballast elevator could come down again. He stood inside the building, and there was a rectangle of tropical sunlight in the distance, which was blocked by the figures of refugees from time to time.Those refugees stared at the street, with nothing to do and nowhere to go.A few yellow card men shuffled back and forth in the hall.The baby's faint cries echoed across the hot concrete.Somewhere above came the sound of a fucked-up moan.People have sex in full view like animals because they have long since lost their privacy.It's all so familiar.Can't believe he himself lived in this building and stinks in this slave pen. Time passed minute by minute. "Dog Day's" hasn't come down yet, maybe the manure giant has changed his mind.Out of the corner of his eye, Fusheng seemed to see something moving, and he couldn't help but shiver, but in fact there was nothing there. Sometimes, in his dreams, the green bandanas would transform into Cheshire cats, and they would disappear and pop out when he least expected it—when he showered his head with water, when he ate, While squatting in the latrine... They flashed in the air, grabbed him, gutted him, chopped off his head, and threw him among the heads in the street as a warning.Just like the girl named Cuihua and his first wife's sister.like his sons... There was a rattling sound in the elevator shaft.Not long after, the "dog day" descended from above.The woman who drove the elevator disappeared, and the "dog day" operated the brake himself. "Very well, you didn't run away." "I'm not afraid of this place." "Goofy" gave him a slightly appreciative look, "Yeah. Of course you're not afraid. That's how you got out, didn't you?" He took a step from the elevator and made a call to the dark place in the building gesture.The guards came out from where Fusheng thought there were only shadows.He resisted the urge to scream, but "Gou Ri De" still noticed the trembling of his body, and smiled because of it, "Search him." One hand patted Fusheng's side ribs, groped his legs, and lightly poked his lower body.After the guards finished searching, "Gou Ri De" signaled Fu Sheng to follow him into the elevator car.He slightly estimated the weight of the two of them, and then yelled into the microphone. From above came the sound of ballast men pouring into another elevator car.They began to ascend, traveling upward through the layers of hell.The heat in the air is getting thicker.Despite being in the center of the building, it is as hot as it is exposed to the tropical sun.It's just a steamer here. Fusheng still remembers sleeping on the corridor of this building, surrounded by the stench of other refugees, which made him almost breathless.He remembered that he was often so hungry that his chest pressed against his back.At this moment, he suddenly remembered the sticky and hot blood on his hands.A yellow card man reached out to him, begging for help, but then he pulled out the glass wine bottle that had knocked the bottom off, and stabbed the man in the throat. Fu Sheng closed his eyes and drove these memories out of his mind. You were starving to death.There is no other way. But he had a hard time convincing himself of that reason. The elevator continued to rise.A cool breeze was blowing against him.The air was cooler and smelled of hibiscus and citrus. A wide hall flashed by--a place of promenade, open to the outside air, with well-planned gardens and lime trees fringing wide balconies.Fusheng couldn't help but wonder how much water people have to lift to such a high place; and the calories it takes to do it all.This also reveals the power that that person possesses, which makes people feel frightened while being shocked.He was very close.very very close. They reached the top floor of the building.The whole city, bathed in sunlight, unfolded before his eyes: the golden dome of the palace hall - where the Child Queen held court meetings, and Somdej Chao Phraya was behind the scenes; The sea wall fell, and that would be the only thing in the city that would show above the sea; crumbling expansion-era buildings all over the city.And surrounding it all, the sea. "The view is nice, what do you think, yellow card people?" On the other side of the broad roof was a large white tent, which rustled pleasantly in the sea wind.In the shade under the tent, the dung giant sat on a wicker chair with his limbs sprawled.He is very fat.Ever since Ke Zhuzhu monopolized the rust-resistant durian in the Malaya market, Fu Sheng had not seen such a fat person.Maybe he is not as fat as Ah Deng who sells desserts in Penang, but even so, his obesity is surprising enough, after all, food that can provide calories is quite scarce now. Fusheng walked over slowly and bowed: bowed his head deeply, his chin touched his chest; then put his palms together and put them a little higher than the top of his head to show his respect for this person. The obese man looked at Fusheng, "Are you the one who wants to do business with me?" Fusheng's throat seemed to be stuck all of a sudden.He can only nod.The other party waited patiently.A servant brought cold sweet coffee to the manure giant.He took a small sip. "Would you like a drink?" he asked. Fusheng's remaining rationality prompted him to shake his head hastily.The manure giant shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.He didn't say anything.Four servants in white came bearing a table covered with a linen tablecloth.They set the table in front of him.The manure giant nodded towards Fusheng. "Come on, don't be too restrained. Eat and drink." A chair was tucked under his buttocks.The manure giant's food for Fu Sheng was fried Udex lasagna, a crab, green papaya salad, minced pork, chicken curry, and steamed rice. In addition, he handed over a plate of sliced ​​papaya, "Don't be afraid. The chicken is the latest genetic hack and the papayas are just picked from my plantation to the east. There hasn't been a hint of rust in the last two seasons." "how……?" "We burned any trees that showed signs of disease, and the trees next to them. We also expanded the buffer zone to five kilometers. Coupled with ultraviolet disinfection, it seems to be enough." "what." The manure giant nodded toward the small twist spring on the table. "A billion joules?" Fusheng nodded. "Do you have a stock for sale?" Fusheng shook his head, "I'm selling manufacturing methods." "Why do you think I'll buy it?" Fusheng shrugged, hiding his nervousness.Once upon a time, such haggling was a piece of cake for him, like it was in his nature.But at that time, he was not as desperate as he is now. "If you don't buy it, I can find someone else." The manure giant nodded and drank the coffee in his cup.A servant poured it for him again. "Why did you come to me first?" "Because you are rich." Hearing this, the manure giant laughed so hard that he almost spit out the coffee he just drank.His belly twitched and his body swayed.The servants stood there motionless, ready to help him at any moment.The manure giant managed to hold back his laughter, wiped his mouth, and shook his head. "That's a reasonable answer." The smile disappeared from his face, "but I'm also dangerous." Fu Sheng overcame the timidity in his heart and said straightforwardly: "Other people in this country do not want to accept people like us, but you take us in. Your Majesty the Good Queen allows us to cross the border, but you are the one who provides us with a safe place to live. " The manure giant shrugged. "Nobody wants these buildings anyway." "Also, you're the only one who shows compassion. People in this country are Buddhists, but you're the only one who shelters us instead of driving us back across the border. If it wasn't for you, I'd be dead by now. " The manure giant stared at Fu Sheng for a while, "My advisors think this is stupid. It will push me to the opposite side of the white shirt, make me the enemy of General Pracha, and may even affect my methane business." Fu Sheng nodded, "But your influence is enough to take this risk." "So, what do you want to exchange for this outstanding technological achievement?" Fusheng tried his best to keep his tone steady: "A boat." The manure giant raised his head, seemingly surprised, "You don't want money? Emerald? Or opium?" Fusheng shook his head, "I just want a boat. A fast sailing boat, designed by Sanxia Machinery Company. It has been registered and can transport goods around Thailand and the South China Sea. And it can get the protection of Her Majesty the Queen, and..." He paused slightly, "Your patronage." "Ah, smart yellow card man." The dung giant smiled, "I thought you really appreciated me." Fusheng shrugged, "You are the only one who has enough influence to provide such permission and guarantee." "I'm also the only one who can get the yellow card people legal status. I'm also the only one who can convince the white shirts to allow the yellow card ship king to develop his power freely." Fu Sheng didn't even blink his eyes, "You provide lighting for the whole city, and your influence is unparalleled." The dung giant suddenly stood up from his seat with difficulty, "You are right, indeed." He turned around, walked slowly to the edge of the roof with his hands behind his back, and looked at the city below, "I think I still have some means, Can influence certain ministers." He turned around, "But you want too much." "I give more." "Then what if you sell this thing to someone else?" Fu Sheng shook his head, "I don't need a fleet. I just need a ship." "Chen Fusheng, it seems that you want to rebuild your shipping empire in Thailand." The manure giant turned around suddenly, "Maybe you have already sold it to someone else." "I can only swear that's not the case." "Will you swear on your ancestors? Swear on the ghosts of your family wandering in Malaya?" Fusheng moved his body uneasily, "I am willing." "I want to see this new technology you mentioned." Fusheng raised his head in surprise, "You haven't wound it yet?" "Why don't you demonstrate on the spot?" Fusheng grinned, "Are you afraid it's a trap? Maybe it's a blade bomb?" He laughed loudly, "I'm not playing any tricks. I'm just here to discuss business." He glanced around, "You have Wind-up man? Let's see how many joules of energy can be put into it. Just spin it and watch. Just be careful though. This thing isn't bouncy like a normal clockwork because the required Too much torque. You can't drop it." He pointed to a servant, "Come on, put this spring on your shaft and see how many joules you can put into it." The servant seemed a little overwhelmed.The manure giant nodded in agreement.A fresh sea breeze blew through the hanging garden, and the young man installed the twist spring on the shaft, ready to turn. Fusheng's heart was suddenly occupied by a new panic.He confirmed with Banya that what he got was a good product that passed the quality inspection, not the kind of defective product that would often pop up or twist a few times before breaking.Benya assured him that he could get one from a certain batch, and that it was all good.But now, when the servant was about to twist the turning leaf, his doubts began to explode.If he made a wrong choice, or if Banya's words were unreliable... and now, Banya has been trampled to death by a mad elephant, Fusheng has no way to make a final confirmation.Although he's sure...yet... The servant began to twist the spring.Fusheng held his breath.Sweat was dripping from the servant's forehead, and he glanced at Blessed and the manure giant, clearly taken aback by the force required to twist the spring.He shifted the power output to a higher first gear.The rotor blades began to spin, slowly at first, then slightly faster.The servant turned up the power output step by step, and his strength gradually increased, inputting more and more energy into this small twist spring. Watching this, the manure giant said thoughtfully, "I know a guy who used to work at your twist spring company. That was a few years ago. Always give small favors to fellow yellow cards like you." He paused, "I know the white shirt killed him for that watch he was wearing. That guy was out after curfew, White Shirt beat him up in the street and stripped him naked." 福生耸耸肩，强压下心中浮现的回忆：一个男人倒在卵石地面上，血肉模糊，伸出手来求他帮助…… 粪肥巨头的眼神意味深长，“而现在，你为同一家公司工作。在我看来，这不像是个巧合。” 福生什么都没有说。 粪肥巨头说：“'狗日的'应该更小心一点。你是个危险的家伙。” 福生断然摇头，“我只是想找回自己。” 那个仆人仍旧在转动转叶，将更多的能量输入那个小小的弹簧盒。粪肥巨头看着它，想掩饰自己不断增长的惊讶情绪，但他的眼睛还是比之前睁得更大了。转叶转动时，弹簧嘎嘎作响。仆人输入的能量已经远远超过同样大小的普通弹簧所能承受的极限。福生说：“要把它充满，像他这样的人恐怕得用整整一夜。你应该让巨象来做这个。” “怎么做到的？” 福生耸耸肩，“有一种新的润滑方法，使弹簧可以压缩得更紧，不会折断或者锁死。” 那个仆人继续向弹簧中输入能量。其他仆人和保镖开始聚集起来，所有人都以一种近乎敬畏的目光看着这个小小的盒子。 “真是令人震惊。”粪肥巨头低声说。 “如果你用传动链将它与效率更高的动物——比如说巨象或是巨河马——连接起来，卡路里向焦耳转换的过程中，损失的能量几乎可以忽略不计。”福生说。 粪肥巨头看着那个小盒子，而那个仆人仍然在用力转动着转叶。他微笑起来，“我们会继续测试你的产品，福生。如果它释放能量的过程也像上紧的时候这么出色，你就能得到你的船。把计划书和设计图都带来。我喜欢跟你这种人做生意。”他朝一个仆人打了个手势，要了两杯酒，“为新的生意伙伴，干杯。” 福生浑身上下感到一阵轻松。许久之前，在一条小巷里，那个人乞求他的帮助，却仍旧难逃一死。鲜血沾满了他的双手。从那天以来，福生的血管中第一次有酒精在流动，他对此感到非常满足。