Chapter 148
The construction of bridges connecting islands in the sea sounds incredible. However, in this world, even sea trains can be realized, so building bridges on the sea is not so unacceptable. If this bridge is really built, it will definitely be a great miracle. However, more than 700 years have passed, and the bridge is still under construction, which makes a great project a bad decision that wastes people's money and labor. In particular, most of the people who build the bridge are people and criminals from countries that refuse to join the World Government. What kind of virtue is the World Government? These bridge builders can never be volunteers. Countless workers die from overwork every year, but the gap can always be made up quickly. The World Government does not care about the lives of workers at all. After the White Dragon Horse approached the Tajira Wolf, Bardock stopped the ship far away. This was not a country where people could travel, so they could only sneak up on their own.
"Hiss, it's so cold. The temperature here is not suitable for work at all."
When they boarded the bridge, everyone felt a chill, especially those who were more afraid of the cold, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Bardock and his team were at a bridge pier under construction.
There were quite a few people building the bridge, just like ants, numbly transporting materials and doing desperate work.
At this moment, several supervisors were waving whips in their hands, and from time to time they whipped those who were not working fast.
More managers would not appear at the construction site. It was too cold outside, and they all huddled in warm rooms for fun.
An old man, let's call him an old man, anyway, he looked very old. He was whipped, walked a distance, shook his body a few times, and suddenly fell down.
"Dad!"
Accompanied by a shout, a young man ran over from not far away. He dropped the materials he was transporting and helped his father up.
The other workers around just glanced at him, and none of them stopped. They were numb. If they stopped to help, they would definitely be whipped.
Besides, in their opinion, falling down was a kind of relief.
"What are you doing? Who told you to put your things down?"
The nearby supervisors found this place and gathered together.
They were like hyenas, finding a lone prey, opening their bloody mouths one by one, eager to devour the unfortunate guy in front of them.
You know, they are just low-level supervisors. In such bad weather, they still have to be like these hard workers, letting the wind and snow blow. They are already dissatisfied in their hearts, and they urgently need to vent.
One of the hot-tempered ones even whipped him out.
"Snap."
The young man was beaten and trembled. He gritted his teeth and didn't make any sound. He knew that if he made a sound, the supervisors would hit him harder.
"These bastards!"
Perona couldn't bear to watch, and without saying a word, the negative ghost had already pounced on them.
As expected, several supervisors immediately knelt on the ground and muttered in a low voice.
Man Shirley also went up and checked the two men. They were just overworked. She threw a dandelion to each of them, and the young man's whip wound healed instantly. The old man who fell down also slowly opened his eyes.
"Am I not dead?"
The old man was still a little confused. Seeing his son hugging him, "Son, I just saw your mother come to pick me up."
