Chapter 285 Submarine Design

During the old man's constant protests, he was crossed out by the guards.

"Industrial chain..." Charles murmured to himself.

Of course he also wants a mature industrial chain like the British Isle, but the problem is that he doesn't have it now. God knows how long it will take to start from scratch.

"Hundreds of people can always think of other ways, right? What's more, they are all designers from the British Isles. Technically, they can be said to be the top group in the North Sea."

If there is really no way, then Charles can only send people to collect materials from other islands, but this is time-consuming and laborious, and the other party may not be willing to sell it.

As the industrial hub of the North Sea, the British Isle's complete destruction will affect the entire Earth Sea in all aspects.

Without those evil flesh factories, Charles could have foreseen the rapid rise in the price of ship materials.

Thinking of this, Charles thought of the child laborer who captured Lily at that time. The British Isle is over, so he died too, right?

Charles didn't know why he thought of a stranger. He didn't have such sentimentality before.

Standing at the door of his bedroom, looking at the big bed inside, Charles suddenly turned around and dragged his tired body towards his office. "Call Leonardo over here, I have something to tell him."

Soon, the executive ministers of Guangming Island appeared in front of him.

"Your Excellency, what are your orders?" Leonardo had a trace of curiosity in his eyes, and he also wanted to know what happened to the British Isle.

Everyone is suspicious about this matter, but he knows Charles' temper, don't ask things that shouldn't be asked.

"Is there a school on our island?" Charles asked abruptly.

"Yes, of course. Everyone in the center of the island will jointly fund the establishment of a school. Everyone's children will be in it. In the future, if the Governor has children and doesn't want to hire a tutor, he can also send them there."

"I didn't ask them, I asked other people on the island besides them."

"The poor? The children of the poor don't need to learn knowledge. From the age of 8, they basically work with their parents. They are taught by their family members when they write and count."

Charles heard this and understood the past. Education is also an industry here. Knowledge, like any other commodity, is sold for money.

I put my hands on my forehead and thought for a while. He said to him: "Promulgate a decree, Hope Island Governor's Mansion will establish a Governor's School, all children aged 6-14 on the island must be sent to study, remember it is a must."

Leonardo was a little surprised, Mr. Governor, how could he suddenly be interested in business.

"My lord governor, with all due respect, this industry doesn't make much money. And they don't have much money themselves."

"No money."

"No money!?"

"Yes, there is no charge, as long as they are willing to come, there will be a free lunch at noon every day."

"My lord governor, why is this? This is a completely loss-making operation." Leonardo was very puzzled.

"Do as I say." Charles raised his head and gave him a cold look.

Leonardo was startled, and immediately lowered his head and stood still. "As you wish, my lord governor."

Now that Hope Island has money, it's nothing to waste some money on it. Governors of other islands waste even more. It is truly rare that a Puritan-like life like the Governor, who does not play with women or drink, is truly rare.

Leonardo is gone, Charles is not idle, compulsory education is just the beginning, and students also need to be employed after they come out, otherwise the knowledge they have learned will be wasted.

Various plans were written down by Charles. Looking at the above plans, the more he looked at them, the more he felt that he was walking the old way of the British Isles.

Is the bloody accumulation of industry really unavoidable? Charles didn't think so, at least he hoped that he could intervene in time on the island.

When the news came out from the Administration Department, it immediately caused a major earthquake on Hope Island.

The islanders don't know much about the governor, except that he is a man with strict laws and likes to explore the island.

Most of the usual banquets and activities are not attended, which seems mysterious to everyone.

Everyone on the island was talking about it, and a large number of people were very opposed to this decree. After all, it meant that the family lost labor for a while to make money.

But when they saw that it was mandatory, they could only hide their dissatisfaction in their hearts. Everyone knew the consequences of violating the law on Hope Island.

Fortunately, the school still manages a meal, which reduces their dissatisfaction a lot.

As time passed, Charles originally thought that it would take a long time for those designers to find a way, but the motivation to go home was greater than he imagined.

Just two days later, Charles saw the old man with glasses rushing into his office with a stack of newly drawn drawings in his hand.

Seeing the haggard look on his face and his red eyes, it was obvious that he hadn't closed his eyes for the past two days.

"Governor, your ship is an activated ship with a certain amount of intelligence, right?" He asked Charles a strange question.

"What? What does this have to do with the submarine I want?"

"Of course it's related! Look at this blueprint." The old man spread out the blueprint in his hands, and the notes inside looked very scribbled.

Charles could see that it was his Narwhal, but compared to the previous one, there were a few more things on the drawing. Like steel plates and various gear machines.

"I've been looking for your boat. Its activated rope is very strong, which provides us with a new idea."

Charles came to his spirits, and he also wanted to know what the other party was going to do.

"It is a ship itself, and the lower part does not need to be changed. As long as the upper part is completely sealed, sonar is added, and the ballast water tank that controls the up and down is a perfect submarine."

Listening to his words, Charles nodded secretly, and had to say that this is a good way, worthy of being the top designer in the British Isle.

This not only does not require all kinds of messy materials, but also the speed of transformation is very fast.

"Don't forget about the underwater attack system."

"Understood." The designer with glasses looked at Charles and said with a little excitement in his voice, "You said that as long as the ship is ready, you will let us go back. You didn't lie to us, did you?"

Charles looked at him calmly, and when the designer's expression became more and more excited, he nodded slowly. "Well, that's right."

"Okay! I need the support of everyone at your dock. One month! One month at most. We will definitely help you rebuild the ship!"

After he finished speaking, he collected the drawings and turned to leave.

"As long as it can be made, I'm not in a hurry in terms of time."

"Sorry, you are not in a hurry. I have to be in a hurry. My grandson is still waiting for me at home." He turned and walked out.

Charles tapped slowly on the table with his steel prosthetic. He really didn't know how to tell them about things like the British Isle, and hoped that they would be able to hold on by then.