In the Name of Empress-Chapter 433 - 303: Do You Want to Be the Third Party?
"Can it really be done?"
Sif withdrew her gaze from the scenery and looked at Roland with a somewhat complex expression.
Promises are always simple, but implementation is too difficult.
Roland raised his arm and called out in Suyige Province, leaving the cries for the eight-hour workday echoing above the square, deafening.
Sif couldn’t understand why Roland was so persistent about this matter, but she did not oppose it.
If she couldn’t understand Roland, she would support it first and understand it gradually later, rather than opposing it outright.
This was Sif’s attitude.
Leaving Suyige Province, the next stop was Emre Port.
This is the crucial hub connecting the homeland and overseas, each visit brings different feelings.
This time, they would set sail from here, return to the homeland, complete the homeland tour and then return to Emre Port, finally concluding their journey at the Holy Spring on Val Lake Shore.
Ultimately, they would quietly wait for the final moment in White Mountain.
There, it’s a snow mountain, but also a flower sea.
The day of return was drawing nearer, and those caught up in it could clearly feel the increasingly suffocating air.
They had no time to waste.
Faced with Sif’s inquiry, Roland shook his head slowly.
"I’m afraid not. Capital is profit-driven, it’s easier to kill them than to make them give up profits."
"Then aren’t we being too hasty? If the law that’s publicly promulgated can’t be implemented, it will damage the authority of the law."
Sif remembered the private law lessons Alben had given her, feeling somewhat at a loss.
"Generally, that’s indeed the case."
Roland said frankly, "But with you here, the situation is completely different. Workers have heard about the eight-hour workday through various channels, but their bosses won’t implement it, who will they hate?"
"Their bosses." Sif answered instantly.
Roland nodded with a smile, not elaborating further.
Sif was no longer a political novice, some things were clear with just a hint, no need to say more.
The old era would eventually fall, Roland knew the answer, so he looked further ahead.
Of course, he had selfish intentions; he hoped that he and Sif’s descendants would have tickets to the new era.
First-class cabin tickets.
Once the exploitative bosses and workers clashed, someone would think of the person who raised their arm on Pioneer Square and announced the eight-hour workday.
Even if she were the Emperor.
At some future point, he and Sif’s descendants just needed to actively give up power to exchange for a prosperous life and lasting respect.
As their ancestors, this legacy was far more valuable than any titles or territories.
As for whether this bill can be implemented, he was not optimistic at all.
Even in civilized times it’s not easy, let alone in this barbaric era.
But some things had to have a beginning.
With the eight-hour workday in place, even capitalists with a bit of conscience would use relatively gentle means to compete against other ruthless capitalists.
Other factories require fourteen hours of work, workers won’t live to thirty-five before dying, my factory only requires twelve hours!
Then mine requires ten hours!
As long as the capitalists don’t unite as one, they are just a bunch of greedy and shortsighted mobs.
Give them the opportunity to compete, and they’ll start competing among themselves.
Looking at the pondering Sif, Roland’s lips slightly curved.
Although Sif was very smart, the events of these days were somewhat beyond her.
"Roland, do you have books on this topic?"
"Yes."
He took out the heavy book with the name hidden from it and handed it to Sif, then leaned against the backrest of the seat and closed his eyes to enjoy the tranquility as night fell.
Whether she can understand it depends on Sif’s ability.
In any case, he couldn’t understand it, he just skimmed a bit off the surface.
...
Stargazers are lonely.
When they look up at the starry sky, mundane joys and sorrows gradually drift away from them.
Alina was the same.
Initially, during the day, she would take considerable time to review the documents Romeo sent her and make some important instructions.
As time passed, she became less and less interested in government affairs.
Except for the ever-changing international situation, nothing else could capture her attention anymore.
"The Vladimir Empire, Prudon Kingdom, and Tirol Kingdom secretly allied, launching a full-scale attack on the Wende Empire from three directions. The outer three barrier small countries of the Wende Empire have already fallen."
"Should we intervene?"
It was a significant matter, and Romeo naturally dared not slack off; he personally traveled to Mont Blanc to deliver the latest intelligence to Alina, waiting for her judgment.
"How did the Sussex people react?" Alina did not speak, just asked calmly.
"They dispatched fleets to lift the naval blockade on the Wende Empire, ensuring essential supplies and energy were continuously sent to the Wende Empire."
Alina looked at Romeo with some surprise, half-jokingly teased, "The Sussex people always like to betray friends, this time they have done something humane."
"They’re making money!" Romeo grumbled somewhat discontentedly.
"Who doesn’t want to make money?" Alina sighed lightly, somewhat helpless.
To be fair, Romeo’s loyalty was impeccable, but his ability was quite mediocre.
Not to mention comparing with Marco, even compared with the traitor Robert, he was far behind.
Unfortunately, those capable people were unwilling to be subordinate, unwilling to be father’s assistants.
Alina sighed again in her heart. If Roland could help, it would be nice.
Although sometimes he acted outrageously, but...
Wait, Alina’s eyes lit up, since Roland often acted outrageously, why couldn’t he do it again?
After a conversation with Romeo, she made important instructions for the next actions of Jin Yuan Kingdom.
When allies have difficulties, remain immovable as a mountain.
Jin Yuan Kingdom is in a period of recovery, making no moves is the best move.
