Behind her stood three police officers and seven or eight subway technicians, while in front, several workers were clearing away a large pile of discarded construction steel plates and stone slabs that were taller than a person.

Inspiration told her that there seemed to be something buried underneath.

"The shutdown and restart of the huge steam system is a cost of nearly seven figures in gold pounds. It will be paid for by the Tioline Railway Company, the government's transport finance and investors' banknotes, and this is only the most minor factor.

"

The voice of Lou Adair, who had just arrived, came from behind.

This is the intersection of Tulip Parish in the central part and St. Euverney Parish in the northeast. At 7:30 in the morning, the subway station was packed with people.

Even at the buffer platform at the junction of the tunnel and the steam fan room outside the steam blower room where everyone is currently standing, noises coming from the direction of the public platform can be heard.

"Just the most minor factor?" Qiong's voice was soft and confused.

"On the trial opening day of the subway, the number of people who tried it was 50,000. This number has now increased five to six times on average. Even with the current limit, there are more than 150,000 of them. They are either industrial workers, small civil servants, technical engineers, financial

Practitioners, middle-class employees of companies, and businessmen who are rushing to negotiate orders.”

“Perhaps the elites at the top of the pyramid will not choose the subway as a mode of travel, but if the travel plans of these people are ruined, just looking at the industrial world, there will be thousands of factories whose steam systems and production lines will also face closure and

If the restart occurs, the income of industrial worker families with a population of more than one million will be interrupted, and there will be a greater degree of chaos and security incidents on the ground."

Lu looked towards the public platform in the distance.

The flow restriction measures have made the queues of people waiting in line as neat as wheat, while the people outside the cordon waiting to be diverted into the station are like endless dense weeds blown by the wind.

"Once the huge machine of the subway starts running, no one in this industrial city can stop it. Not the authorities, not the factory owners, not the middle class and workers, not the extraordinary organizations that represent the interests of all classes."

…

Noblewin Quarry station at the southern end of the line.

"All the characteristics are basically consistent with the apocalyptic scene. There is no doubt that it is a subway station, but"

Under the black silk top hat, Fan Ning looked around at the surrounding environment.

"Are you sure there are only black and white billboards?" Sheeran asked in a low voice, "We have searched for three stations starting from the southernmost terminal, and all the billboards are colorful."

"Could it be that your dreams are all black and white, so the poster is also black and white? Why don't you recall the content carefully instead of the color?"

"No." Fan Ning looked down at the cane and was lost in thought, "The gentlemen and ladies in that revelation picture are all colored. I'm sure of this. Besides, I don't remember the content, it's too vague."

"Hey, Fan Ning, conductor, Miss Sheeran!" A greeting voice with a pure imperial accent sounded behind him.

The two of them turned around and saw Mark, a Hoffman Records executive with a beard and a briefcase in his hand.

"You had a whole day off yesterday after the performance, so when will you come to our company to discuss the publishing details of the next record?"

"Just for the next few days." Fan Ning responded, then turned his attention to the secretary and several staff members behind him.

"What are you doing?" He asked with a smile, pointing to the large bundle of scrolls in the arms of those people and the toolbox in their hands.

"Posters, we are going to put up posters in the carriage." Mark said with a smile on his face, "The artist's closing ceremony is coming soon, and the follow-up sales of the record need to continue to build momentum."

As he spoke, a look of dissatisfaction and complaint appeared on his face again, "It's just that these guys from the railway company are really demanding, and they even offered a sky-high price of 20,000 pounds a month!"

At the boss's signal, a staff member next to him knelt down, pulled out a scroll, opened it, and showed their promotional materials to this artist with strong market appeal.

Then Fan Ning's eyes froze.
Chapter completed!