Chapter 1810 - 502: The Short-Sighted Thunder City Citizens Finally Fall for the Demon's Trick (Part 4)

This sounds too damn... reasonable!

Horace's eyes suddenly lit up, and his mind opened up.

Instead of letting that bunch of idiots go up there and mess things up, why not let the future Sir Horace personally command those idiots?

After all, he's managed hundreds of people, does that guy with the cookie factory have half as many as him?

And that guy selling beer, what does he know about city construction!

Yokavin, that old man, may manage as many people as he does, but he's a traitor trying to tax towels!

The future of Thunder City cannot be handed over to this bunch of worms!

"Election campaign... let me think."

Horace walked to the railing of the stairs, touched his greasy nose, and looked at the Ryan refugees in the workshop below, who were working diligently... gifts from Saint Sis to him.

In that moment, his greedy little eyes lit up again, and he blurted out.

"...Got it! We need more Ryan people, gotta find a way to import more."

Hearing this, Elsey almost choked on his own spit, and the pen in his hand nearly fell to the ground.

"Ahem, boss, I must say your idea is very constructive, but it sounds too harsh!"

This sounds like talking about goods.

They can indeed be used as tools, but you can't shout it like that during the election.

Otherwise, whether or not he has the chance to throw shoes at others, they might first be drowned by beer bottles.

Horace also realized his on-the-spot utterance wasn't great, he coughed lightly and said.

"Nonsense! Do you think I don't know that? That's why I'm asking you to help me refine it. What do I pay you for?"

Damn, I'm an accountant.

Who would have thought that working in a factory, besides accounting and hiring, I'd have to do this too?

Elsey was obviously a bit taken aback, but he was a smart young fellow who's been through many difficulties, he wouldn't be knocked down by just a sentence.

He first bowed his head to admit his mistake, then a flash of inspiration struck him, and he excitedly raised his head and said.

"The future Sir Horace can say this! Your proposal is... to use municipal funds to expand the refugee camp area!"

"Refugee camp? Why would I care about that?"

Seeing Horace raise an eyebrow, Elsey quickly added the most crucial second half.

"Don't rush, I haven't finished yet... It's to 'continue the benevolent will of Princess Erin, to accommodate and save more pitiful Ryan refugees'!"

Elsey's line of thought was incredibly clear.

Princess Erin had such high prestige among the lower class citizens of Thunder City, especially among the workers of the New Industrial Zone, even His Majesty couldn't help but take notice.

Nowadays, many council members, when running for office, display discussing the Sixth Law again as the cherry on the cake in their windows.

Now, tying the boss's proposal to Princess Erin's "benevolence" is undoubtedly equivalent to giving the boss's dreams wings.

As for the benefits of expanding the refugee camp?

Isn't that precisely a more euphemistic way of saying "import more Ryan people"?

Moreover, saying it like that can more easily evoke compassion from the grassroots, after all, they could truly end up moving into slums.

To this day, peasants who lost their lords are still moving into the refugee camp outside Thunder City, but in recent months, most of the migrants have been Ryans.

Especially in the past month, due to the Winter Moon fire in Roland City, that camp is becoming increasingly dirty and crowded.

Although expanding the refugee camp won't make Ryan people appear instantly, the goodwill they release will always make its way along the trade routes upstream to Rushing River, bringing a steady stream of labor to Thunder City's factories.

Horace was clearly a shrewd man, and after a little thought, he understood the profound meaning behind this statement.

"Makes sense!"

His eyes sparkled with bright light, and he excitedly clenched his fist, "Elsey, make a note! This is what we'll say when the time comes!"

"Don't worry, boss, I've already noted it down." Elsey breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his boss was willing to take advice, and this time he probably wouldn't be trapped in the office unable to leave.

With his political future sorted, Horace felt refreshed and in high spirits.

It was also at this moment that he suddenly remembered an unresolved matter from earlier.

Since he already decided to start the second spring of his career, he might as well take this opportunity to settle this matter too.

"Elsey, as I've mentioned before, we need to expand the factory's management. Now that the second factory is in production, it's time to put this matter on the agenda… Our factory is no longer a small workshop, it must be managed by a more professional management team."

Horace cleared his throat, letting his voice sound a bit more dignified, and in Elsey's unexpected and yet expectant gaze, announced his appointment.

"I've decided to hire a proper accountant for Horace Textile Factory, and a personnel manager to oversee human resources."

"As for you, I believe the position of factory director is more suitable for you… letting you be an accountant is such a damn waste."

Elsey held his breath, momentarily forgetting to speak, nearly knocked out by this sudden good news.

Factory director...

By Saint Sis, he's only in his early twenties and has actually made it to the position of factory director!

Coming back to his senses, tears of joy filled his eyes, his voice choked with emotion, "Boss! I won't let you down!"

This saccharine tone made Horace feel quite uncomfortable, he raised his hand to scratch the back of his head, and waved it off casually.