"This…"
Sha Lifei also stuck his head out, staring wide-eyed. "It's only been half a year or so, and it's turned into this?"
Chen Wenxian turned his head and said, "The Ministry of Industry took the lead, and several big Chambers of Commerce put in the money. They say… it's a 'New-style Textile Factory', a 'Mechanical Parts Workshop', and also a 'Government-owned Coal and Iron Factory'."
"They've recruited quite a lot of refugees to go in and work—food provided, wages paid."
He paused, then added, "It's just that the work is heavy, the noise is huge, and it doesn't stop even at night. The commoners living nearby are full of complaints."
Wang Daoxuan had at some point opened his eyes as well. Gazing at those factory buildings belching black smoke, his brows knitted slightly. "Yin energy gathers, fire sha soars to the heavens. If this goes on for long, the Fengshui of this place will surely collapse, and I fear plagues will arise."
