The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 919 Ch.918 Interests
Randolph bought the car computer but never used it, probably because of Victor Sala.

He recognized and praised every inch of the machine's intelligence, but was wary of the fuel that made it move - was white coal really 'harmless'?
If he really believed what was written in the newspaper like the citizens of London, he would never have made so much money.

Newspaper headlines:
"A new era of steam and steel!"

Humorous small print:
"Harmless, convenient and efficient."

"I predict that in six months all the horses in London will be out of work."

The book then used a lot of space to detail the aspects in which this "whip-free obedient machine" was superior to animals, and called on citizens to "get their shillings ready" - when this scary machine was mass-produced and the price became friendly, carriages would no longer be a luxury for a certain type of people.

At this time, the drivers in London City obviously did not realize at what moment this machine with a "manual steering wheel" would eliminate them:

Most of the drivers were optimistic about this, believing that even if horses were no longer needed, citizens would still need them, the "diligent", "honest and loyal" whippersnappers.

Randolph doesn't think so.

The shrewd businessman was lying on the sofa, describing his own speculation about the "future" to Roland - if machines could replace horses to pull carriages... then why couldn't they pull bigger things?

Like a train.

It's just a matter of continuing to add momentum.

Simple calculation: A carriage for four people requires a coachman and a carriage.

If the carriage is 'enlarged'.

It can carry forty people - and still only needs one driver.

This was no longer a struggle for interests between coachmen, coach companies and machines; it involved the traffic order of the entire city, as well as a frighteningly long, unprecedented and lucrative industrial chain - in the end, the royal family was naturally involved in setting up companies, participating in planning and holding shares.

Next are the old-school aristocrats who share power and wealth.

And then.

They are the "philistine businessmen" like Taylor or Shelley who have nothing but wealth.

"If I were to make some more 'arrogant' speculations, Roland...about the route of the 'public steam train', it might affect the price of land and the rent of shops...No, Roland, I am sure that once the 'public steam train' appears, the property prices in certain areas of London will increase..."

Roland didn't understand the connection between the two.

Wrench, however, rarely praised the other party.

“He’s really smart.”
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explain?
"With your intelligence, it's hard for me to explain it to you."

Roland: ...

He can ask himself.

Ask the most professional people.

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The next day, I made an appointment with Fernandez to go to Fonseca's house.

"I thought she was smart enough."

In the silent carriage.

A pot of black tea was boiling on the stove.

This is not the courtroom's 'bus', as you can tell from the layout - after half a year of use by a rough man, the floor mats and wall coverings in the car will start to become fuzzy, and the utensils will also be misplaced, from silver to copper, and then from copper to iron... You have no idea who took them.

This car is different.

It was wrapped tightly in swan blue from top to bottom and from left to right; even the teapot was new.

"The Inquisition's new car."

Fernandez said, holding up three fingers.

“…I’ll buy it for this amount.”

"We don't lack carriages, Fernandez." Roland didn't understand why he had to spend money to buy a carriage, even if it was to take advantage of the Inquisition - he didn't even have a proper place to live. Whether he was on a mission or going to the red-light district, he was always picked up by the Inquisition's carriage.

"It doesn't have to be used by me." A hint of tenderness appeared on his rough face.

Roland blinked. "Ms. Giles Fonseca? You bought it for Ms. Giles Fonseca? She shouldn't need it—"

Oh.

Roland thought of the patterns on the outer wall of the carriage and the black and gold-plated carriage, and suddenly realized what was going on.

The court's carriage was of course different from the one bought from the carriage shop.

This is a court of justice.

"No wonder."

Roland crossed his legs and lay down on the cushions, teasing, "No wonder, Fernandez, no wonder. Is this a wedding gift?"

"…Executives don't get married," Fernandez glanced at him and muttered, "I just want to be less blind…I don't have time to talk to those fleas…"

"New car?"

“New car.”

"A new car is different. The windows are closed tighter, and I can't even hear the slightest sound outside..."

"of course."

Fernandez raised his eyebrows and was about to show off when he saw Roland ring the bell, pull down the small window in front, and tell the driver: "Go around London twice first - take the muddiest road."

Fernandez: ...

little bastard.

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Fernandez was no more prepared than Roland for the changes in London - there would be no signs before the real wave came, and most people only figured out where they were after being caught in the whirlpool.

By the time Fernandez realized what was happening, the rumbling, smoking thing was already passing through the streets.

He said that the secret of the 'car engine' is currently in the hands of the Gray Party, while the secret of 'white coal' is split in half: half for the Gray Party and half for the Secret Party.

(So ​​it is not without reason that the old guys in the secret party hate this big machine, because apart from the so-called tradition, they can't get a penny from it.)
"Your little girl is famous, very famous, Roland."

"To be honest, I don't underestimate Deloz's wisdom," Roland shook his head, "but I think this machine was not developed by Deloz..."

He still remembered the old gentleman he had met at Queen's School.

Charles Babbage.

And the huge mysterious instrument behind him, made of copper tubes and gears.

"Who knows. I don't understand what these calculating heads are thinking about all day long - science... I heard from old Heller recently that they have given people who study this stuff a name: scientists."

the scientist.

Roland looked out the window at the passing machines and the driver sitting at the front of the machine, feeling inferior to the others...

"It's not shameful at all."

"What did you say?" Fernandez was stunned for a moment, and followed the line of sight through the glass to look at the carriage that had been driven: "Oh, you mean the driver? Of course, for these stupid things, being different from others is enough to scare them..."

"The Inquisition doesn't plan to buy a batch?"

"Of course I plan to do it - Old Heller is in charge. It is said that the current model is not perfect. There are problems here and there. Wait for another two or three months - speaking of which, there is a fun thing in it," Fernandez sat up with great interest, his face full of mischief: "The Whirlpool protested."

"protest?"

"They protested. They believed that this 'evil iron shell' that violated the laws of nature was definitely not the right path - it could not make human beings and human society better, and would not bring true light to the world..."

"Who holds the secret of the ore train?"

Fernandez leaned back on the cushions. "Then I'll have to ask your little scholar, Roland."

(End of this chapter)