Ashen Dragon-Chapter 490 - 408 Southern Front No War _3
Chapter 490: Chapter 408 Southern Front No War _3
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Chapter 490 -408 Southern Front No War _3
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Isdalia, Klaubow Armament Group Factory No. 13.
Large machines hummed like a giant steel beast, constantly spewing smoke.
On the assembly line, in front of the massive machine tools, hundreds of workers were completing their tasks: some inspecting, some sorting, others assembling.
They worked like machines themselves, numbly performing extremely simple tasks without a moment’s rest.
“Pay attention!”
“The defect rate of the last batch exceeded 8%!”
“You bunch of idiots, can’t you even do such simple jobs? The higher-ups are very unhappy!”
The overseer’s angry voice echoed through the workshop, making all the workers feel extremely tense.
“Hold on a little longer…”
“Just half an hour more until the shift ends.”
This is what Raj Pink thought.
He was responsible for sorting parts; his job was simple, just classifying different components.
But after six hours of continuous work, he felt dizzy just looking at those parts.
“What are you doing!”
The worker next to him made a mistake, letting a defective part pass, which the sharp-eyed overseer noticed.
The worker quickly apologized, “Sorry, sir, I was daydreaming.”
“This better not happen again! If it does, half a month’s salary will be deducted!”
Hearing this, Raj quickly pulled himself together, forcing his eyelids open.
He worked here just to make a living.
Money.
As the most developed city in Anzeta, the cost of living in Isdalia was high.
And for a line worker like him, the salary was only enough to survive; buying a place to live in this city was out of the question.
The overseer said that the items they made would become exquisite weapons, sold to the South at the high price of one Ginnar each.
One Ginnar!
He knew that working diligently for a month just barely earned him one Ginnar, and this didn’t cover everyday expenses.
And the number of firearms passing through his hands monthly numbered in the thousands—Raj often wondered where the money for those firearms went.
He never found out.
Perhaps it all ended up in the pockets of those Important Figures.
The overseer had also impatiently explained to them: without investments from the Dragonblood Nobility to build factories and provide equipment, they wouldn’t even have the opportunity to work in Isdalia, let alone get paid.
Raj and his co-workers discussed it for a long time and agreed that the overseer made a good point.
Raj’s idol was also a Dragonblood Noble—his name was George.
George’s story had been published in the “Imperial Daily,” beloved by many workers. Raj even spent money to buy that issue, cut it out, and pasted it in his dormitory.
Baron George had come from a humble background, once a serf from the North. He had started as a lowly worker, climbing up step by step through hard work to become a Dragonblood Noble.
That was the image Raj had for himself, and the image many workers in Isdalia aspired to.
“Speaking of which, I’ve met Lord George’s former co-worker. His name is Howard, the overseer of the next factory.”
“I wonder if I’ll ever get to meet Lord George…”
This was what Raj thought.
Suddenly, a harsh voice shattered his beautiful dream.
“Raj! You are daydreaming too!”
“Sure enough, thinking nonsense every day will lead to mistakes! Look, you put part number two in the part number three’s section!”
“Sorry, sir, I…”
Raj immediately broke into a cold sweat, his expression panicked, wanting to explain but not knowing where to start.
The overseer merely glanced at him and then turned away, “No need to explain. This is your second mistake this month. Prepare to receive half of your salary in Silvernar!”
Raj was left standing there, his face pale, head hung low, quietly sorting parts.
His dream was to buy a small house on the outskirts of Isdalia and open a flower shop inside it.
But houses in Isdalia were not cheap, with even the outermost ones costing thousands of Ginnars.
And Raj’s salary was one Ginnar a month, with this month’s salary still to be cut in half.
When could he ever realize his dream?
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