Chapter 311 Return Home (2)

The ambitions of port managers can also be seen from the berths.

Obviously, this ironclad ship is not the end, but just the beginning.

With a shocked heart, Andre boarded the Pearl passenger ship through the makeshift passage.

After a simple check-in, the other party informed him of the location of the cabin and said politely: "This is a first-class ticket. You can eat for free in two restaurants on the ship. Thank you for trusting the Pearl and being the first batch of passengers."

Andre boarded the boat ignorantly. There were people guiding him along the way, and he quickly found his room smoothly.

Contrary to expectations, the room, which is about 20 square meters, actually has a bathroom.

There are two windows to see the outside scenery.

Tables and other furniture are all fixed to the ship, welded tightly, and the edges are wrapped with soft cloth.

Andre sat on the boat and waited for his entourage to pack the package before he came back to his senses. He stood in front of the narrow window and looked at the scenery for a while, and finally went out to the deck.

The personnel who were with him were all second- and third-class warehouses, leaving only one attendant to serve him.

At this time, all the guests who wanted to come out were persuaded to go back, except for the first class cabin.

Andre heard the staff's explanation: "The ship is about to sail. Everyone must stay in the cabin to avoid danger...outside? Those are distinguished guests in the first class, and we will send special personnel to take charge of their safety. ”

Good guy, the main thing is to treat people differently.

But it’s normal. One first-class ticket is worth dozens of third-class tickets, and it’s normal for shipping companies to treat them differently.

Andre had no intention of paying attention to possible social conflicts and walked straight to the deck of the second-story cabin where he was.

The bright silver chimney gradually emitted black smoke.

The staff came forward to explain carefully and make safety preparations.

"...The Pearl's ability to withstand wind and waves is stronger than that of a wooden sailboat, and the experience is better. You can enjoy the scenery to your heart's content..."

Andre stood blankly, experiencing the most advanced technology of this era. He made up his mind that after returning, he must learn from the Northern Principality and completely change the Griffin Kingdom.

At the same time, the military shipyards were abuzz.

The first three batches of ironclad ships started last year have been completely delivered, and the last three batches of the two new batches started this year are still on the table.

Next to them, new battleships with a density of 4,000 meters are being built.

We should start construction according to the old rules, build one vessel first to complete technical verification, and then build it on a large scale after improvements.

Stationed personnel from various fleets kept peeking all day long, hoping to learn first-hand progress.

Every time they encounter construction problems, they are more anxious than the engineers at the shipyard.

In terms of logistical support, it is also more complete than the shipyard itself.

When a battleship with a displacement of 4,000 meters is launched, the difficulties encountered in various design, craftsmanship and construction processes are countless.

Overturning and revising again and again, and starting over again.

A large number of senior engineers brainstormed and tested the latest theoretical knowledge on this ironclad ship.

It brought together talents that should not be available in this era to barely push the construction process forward.

Therefore, the entire progress was very slow. The director of the shipyard was so anxious that he became bald and became one of the pioneers of bald men, achieving this rare historical achievement.

"Only a warship of this level can withstand heavy artillery starting with a caliber of 200 millimeters, otherwise the hull will fall apart after just a few cannons."

"The layout of the battleship needs to be further optimized, and mathematical models are used to design the most reasonable structure."

"We also need to urge the Basic Materials Research Institute. Current ship armor is too lagging behind."

A group of engineers were discussing on site, and craftsmen used rivets to sew the hull together one by one.

The outer covering armor used for the first time was hung on important parts.

After precise calculations by technicians, each part of the ship has a different probability of being bombarded, and the angle also affects the power.

By appropriately strengthening some key parts that are frequently hit, the defense of the entire ship body can be doubled.

This humble technology has completely created a generation gap.

While grabbing the few hairs on his head, the director of the shipyard tried to explain: "Everyone, look at our latest technology, isn't it very advanced?

When delivered, you will get a batch of unsinkable sea fortresses. "

The surrounding representatives are all from various fleets.

They usually accompany each other with smiles, but at this time they cannot be soft.

As one of the largest fleets, the representative of the colonial fleet immediately became angry: "Mader, you took the money and wanted to default on it? We agreed that the ships of our colonial fleet will be delivered by the end of the year. Believe it or not, my commander will come to see you personally."

The sound was so loud that everyone around heard it, and everyone looked at the factory with strange eyes.

The Duke had personally warned him that anyone who dared to embezzle money from a warship would have his whole family sunk into the sea to feed the fish.

The director's scalp was numb and he argued loudly: "Hey, hey, hey, don't talk nonsense. You are slandering. When did I receive money from you?"

These bastards, if they are really corrupt, I will admit it. If they are not corrupt, don't take the shit out of them.

"What are you slandering? Is our fleet's monthly slave quota just money? The specialties I brought back to you are real gold and silver."

The representative of the colonial fleet pointed and looked arrogant.

He is not afraid of settling the score afterwards. He is just polite to you, so what if he really falls out?

Besides, bring the warship back on time, and someone will do the final apology.

There is nothing that money can't solve, unless you don't give enough.

It just so happens that the Colonial Fleet is rich, and even a little bit of it leaks out from the cracks of the fingernails, it is enough for the shipyard.

While the factory was relieved, it also regained its confidence: "Next time, speak more clearly, if the Duke knows, he will think I really embezzled.

Also... I won't accept your Colonial Fleet's things next time, I'll wait for your commander to come and tell me in person."

This group of soldiers dare to be so arrogant when asking for help.

"Okay, our commander will definitely come back to receive the warship at the end of the year. When he does, let him tell you that you just need to deliver on time." The representative of the Colonial Fleet was not afraid at all. He left after completing the task, and let his successor have a headache if there is any problem.

Damn, the factory director is extremely troubled, this is just a bunch of rolling meat.

After a round of sweet greetings from both sides, the factory with a lot of anger began to patrol the entire shipyard.

"Get to work. If you delay any longer, those soldiers will shove their guns up my asshole."

"I'm talking about you. You don't want black slaves? If you delay the revision again this time, you won't get the quota."

After working in the shipyard for two years, the nobles have become gangsters. The pressure is so great that outsiders cannot accept it.