The factory employed hundreds of workers. In contrast, it was only a few dozen people in the late Ming Dynasty, which was known as the beginning of capitalism.

Therefore, it is correct for Zhang Yue to relax the textile industry and allow private capital to intervene. As long as the court grasps cotton and silk futures, formulates entry standards, and controls the quality, it is enough, so that money can be waited for the sky to lose money.

Zhang Yue was still very happy to hear this and asked: "Shan is, what are the difficulties you have in your daily life?"

The machine owner said: "If you say goodbye, the taxes in the court seem to be heavy, and there are still mechanical workers who say goodbye to stop!"

"Call you know?" Zhang Yue raised his eyebrows and his face suddenly sank.

The machine owner was so angry that he said it well just now. Somehow, this sentence angered this man who seemed to be very "momental".

Zhang Yue pointed outside and said, "There are so many hired workers on the bridge that cannot find a livelihood, why do anyone dare to ask for a break?"

Chen Guan cursed: "The mechanic called Xu, but it's because I can't treat people as human beings."

"The loom sounds in the workshop all night long. The mechanics were detained in the workshop for three months and were not allowed to return home. They fell ill and threw them to the charity village?"

Zhang Yue suddenly realized that the mechanics here were not 996, it was simply 007.

The machine owner said: "It's all for money to hire. You're willing to do it. Besides, no one in the industry is like this. People have stuttering and have the remaining money to save, which is better than starving to death outside."

"Let's go!"
Chapter completed!