Steam rose, sparks flew, and metal collided with metal in the most primitive way. The basic industry that supported the development of technology was thriving in this city, showing astonishing vitality.
Workers, bare-armed, continuously shoveled coal to make the flames burn even more fiercely. The latest coke ovens imported from abroad stood like steel giants, their perfect industrial lines delivering a direct visual impact.
"How about it, Mr. Hewitt? Our factory has the best professional level of employees, management system, and equipment. In the whole of Worton, I dare say our steel output and purity are second to none."
A wealthy-looking man stroked his small mustache, confidently introducing the factory.
"Mr. Bernard, your factory is indeed large, employing hundreds of workers, including steelworkers, and also owning the most advanced coke oven. But in my opinion, there are more than one or two better steel factories in Worton. Why should I invest in you?"
