Chapter 145 The Great Detective Sherlock and Watson

The city hall of Tingen.

As the face of the official organization of Tingen City, it can be said that it belongs to the face of the Loen Kingdom.

Although the capitalists in Tingen are generally making rapid progress in the direction of being inappropriate and comparing their fictitious moral standards with each other in some places, 90% of them are Wal-Mart plastic bags...

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

Should it be said that it really deserves to be called the great power of the industrial age?

"The person who came here is not a good person." Mitya looked at the city hall in front of her and couldn't help complaining.

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

"Mayor Sherlock, please." Aaron Grant stretched out his hand as an invitation.

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

The opening ceremony that someone prepared arrived.

A group of poor people in ragged clothes were rushing towards them under the heavy rain, and they were wailing at the same time.

“Protest displaces workers and drives machines out of Tingen!”

“Protests displace workers and drive machines out of Tingen.”

Anyone who is not blind can clearly understand this shout. This is a planned attack.

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

The world's best mayor Sherlock came to Tingen City, or the sun came to Tingen City, etc., a series of praises were given to Zhou Mingrui.

Mitya and others know this, and the other party also knows it. Mitya and others know that the other party knows it. Both sides choose to pretend to be confused about 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 is it that we are just about to enter the city hall of Tingen?

The trick is obvious, almost obvious.

Zhou Mingrui reached out and pushed his hat, and said flatly: "What exactly is going on?"

The leader was a very old-looking man. His eyes were cloudy, like sewer sewage.

"Sir, please stop pushing the machine!"

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

Leonard strode forward and reached out to help him up.

Under the eyes of everyone, this old man explained the reason why everyone came to protest.

The answer is simple.

When business interests completed the last piece of the puzzle of industrialization with the steam engine, almost the vast majority of these workers were laid off.

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

It can be said that due to the rapid expansion of the capitalist class united by these factory owners, labor has become the fuel for this machine to move forward.

They didn't want to die, so with some encouragement, they chose to storm the city hall. As for meeting Zhou Mingrui and others, it can only be said that they were lucky.

Just in time...probably.

Leonard coughed slightly, walked to Zhou Mingrui and briefly described the situation. From the clenched palms of his hands, his fingers almost pierced through his palms, it could be seen that he was really in a bad mood.

"Hey, Mr. Aaron Grant, what is going on?"

Upon hearing Mayor Zhou Mingrui's inquiry, 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, but I am a “good person” who abides by the law.

So what will you do when faced with this matter?

Zhou Mingrui glanced at the people standing with him here.

What they meant was obvious.

Mayor, you use your umbrella to do Tai Chi and don't respond to our questions.

Okay, now we throw the problem right in your face.

We businessmen are promoting the industrialization of factories and replacing labor with machine power. What do you think and what are your opinions?

Everyone can speak freely. As for whether we accept it and implement it, that is another question...

Zhou Mingrui was thinking about the answer to the question and the changes caused by his choice of answer. He reached out and gently pushed his hat.

“Who is responsible for managing the unemployed population in Tingen?”

Walter?

What kind of move was this? Grant was a little confused.

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

The laws in this field are very vague.

If the church writes in very detail and has law enforcement rights, then will you, the Loen royal family, be in charge of this country, or will my church be in charge of this country?

These historical issues have led to a certain tacit understanding among businessmen in this era. Influenced by occultism, the politics of the Loen Kingdom are quite awkward.

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

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

"Can we guarantee that we will maintain our lives?"

"Yes, can it really be guaranteed..."

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

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

At this time, Aaron Grant, who had watched Zhou Mingrui's actions, said in a stiff tone: "Mayor Sherlock, there is no need to break historical rules."

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 sharp." Someone said with emotion.

"It seems that it can't be spent at 28 yuan."

Aaron Grant quickly adjusted his mentality. 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 up."

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

"Don't cause trouble."

"I know." Shabu nodded, and then casually mentioned: "What will happen if the ceremony of conferring a god fails?"

Medea stopped, then quickly returned to normal.

The power of the end has isolated this place, and these words will not be exposed before, now, or even in the future...

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

He talked with the old man in him and found that it was difficult to solve the problem peacefully.

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

"First think of ways to sort out the existing problems." Zhou Mingrui answered calmly.

"First of all, the first point is that the industrialization of Tingen City has begun to eliminate workers and lay off workers on a large scale. If the brakes are not controlled, the future will be very dangerous."

If the disadvantages brought about by industrialization are not dealt with properly, then it is unimaginable how big a disaster will break out if the lever of occultism is added.

"So, what do we need to do?"

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

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

"...You mean handling a case?"

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

“Through fairness, we can tell these people that the city government of Rentingen is real and they can trust us.”

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

"Yes, giving confidence."

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

"What do you want me to do?"

"It's simple, Watson..."