Binghan the First looked out the car window with so panic, as he couldn’t quite recognize this city that once belonged to him.
The last ti he ca here for an inspection was more than a year ago. At that ti, he was full of ambition, thinking he’d accomplished sothing remarkable.
The dwarven newspapers extensively covered His Majesty The Emperor’s itinerary, dedicating a full page to praise the great Emperor for giving Eternal Winter Port a new life.
After taking back Hotwind Port from the Great Tang Group, the dwarves expanded the port on a large scale for the first ti, and also renovated so port facilities.
That’s right, you read correctly; since Winterless City returned to the hands of the dwarves, there haven’t been effective investnts for many years. They kept using the equipnt and construction left by the Great Tang Group until just over a year ago, when a round of expansion and repairs was completed.
For this world, this is actually the norm: the nobility sit idly by, exploitation and oppression are common sights, while developnt and progress are rare bright spots.
No one cared about the profits brought by improved productivity; they were more obsessed and sensitive to the pie right in front of them. Everyone was scrambling to grab the leftover scraps of the Great Tang Group, eating until oil dripped from their mouths.
The investnt needed to improve and expand a modernized port is simply too much, to a point even the Emperor couldn’t tolerate; since the port still t the dwarves’ export needs, there was no need to expand investnt, was there?
What’s more, the investnt left by the Great Tang Group back then was too advanced, with much infrastructure built to et the needs of ten, even twenty years of developnt, including the sewer drainage system, the scale of the port docks, and the planning of supporting urban areas, among others... So, wasn’t it okay to continue with small repairs and partial extension?
In fact, the dwarves didn’t entirely neglect investnt in Eternal Winter Port; they bought so new generators, built so supporting power plants and factories. But a systematic expansion and renovation happened about just over a year ago.
And that ti was because the dwarves needed to export large quantities of mineral oil, discovering that the capacity of Eternal Winter Port was sowhat strained, so they barely managed to increase so investnt.
Yet now, as Binghan the First sat on the connecting train, looking out at the city, it almost seed like he had returned to ten years ago.
That was when the Great Tang Group had just obtained the developnt rights to Eternal Winter Port and fully supported the Ice Cold Kingdom’s expansion. Binghan the First had also visited Winterless City and forged deep friendships with many humans at that ti...
Recalling that ti, he was even sowhat dazed; the humans he t back then were filled with an unfamiliar air he didn’t quite like. They were diligent, hardworking, intelligent, confident, as if glowing so brightly that one couldn’t open their eyes.
Under their leadership, Hotwind Port could be said to change daily: today a chimney stood up here, tomorrow a pipeline was laid there...
The countless edifices of Guangxia ford a dense line of continuity, with roaring factories rising from the ground. Back then, the streets were always dug up, making traffic inconvenient. Pedestrians detouring around the large pits were always in a hurry, perpetually busy with work.
Vaguely rembered that back then, the workers at Eternal Winter Port always had smiles on their faces, their lives improving day by day, and even so tropical fruits from Winterless City appeared at the ports of the Ice Cold Kingdom.
Now, through the train window, Binghan the First once again felt that familiar air; he once again slled the unfamiliar scent which he sowhat disliked.
As the train entered the platform, he saw so scaffolds and workers standing on them, both dwarves and elves. Those who once fought life and death here worked in cooperation, constructing a grandscale, unimaginable giant train station.
And he heard that this was just a passenger station; a larger cargo station ten tis the size of the current train station was to be built here, connecting to the northern mining area and other important cities.
Products from the Western Continent would be transported through here to the forr administrative area of the Ice Cold Empire, benefiting the hundreds of millions living here.
At the sa ti, Binghan the First also heard that the once damaged oil refinery had resud operations and that production had been restored within just a few months, even starting a new round of expansion.
He had thought that Eternal Winter Port was still in ruins, that Marshal Moss held out here until the end, leaving only broken walls for humans, but the reality was that it was vibrant and lively, almost erasing any traces of war.
The station that had seen intense battles was rebuilt, now five tis the size it was when Binghan the First last visited. The gigantic station was not fully completed yet, but its scale was discernible.
Inside the station, there were still many workers, and the mayor of Tang Country’s Everwinter City continued station construction work without pausing to greet this sowhat special guest, Binghan the First.
It was a sunny day, and the elf prisoners of war and dwarf craftsn looked at the slowly stopping train, then nonchalantly returned their gaze.
They had grown accustod to the passing trains here, so heading north to Ben, so south to Saint Luo, in general... so commonplace that it didn’t arouse any curiosity in them.
The workers didn’t know that inside this seemingly ordinary train sat the forr Emperor of the Ice Cold Empire, now the Marquis of Ice Cold in the Great Tang Empire.
At this mont, the weather was still cold. Due to continuous snowfall last month, this month’s weather was quite nice, allowing construction to resu. The Great Tang Empire had brought in a large quantity of snow removal agents, ensuring rapid lting of ice and snow in key areas, allowing much work to proceed as normal.
Wearing orange work uniforms with reflective stripes and padded with thick cotton or down, these workers’ treatnt was much better than that of the soldiers on the Allied Forces’ front lines.
So they looked more dignified. In reality, the workers who could work here peacefully were all, without exception, well-behaved exemplary prisoners of war. If they continued working for another six months, they could receive better labor reformation treatnt, enjoying a weekly day off.
During their sentence, their basic human rights were also guaranteed: they had labor protection, could receive dical treatnt if sick, and those with skills could even be transferred to relatively easy and suitable work positions.
The soldiers conscripted from various countries were engaged in the work they excelled at within the control area of the Great Tang Empire, which must be said, was a great irony for the Allied Forces.
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