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Chapter 190 - Chapter 187

It's called "entitlement." It occurs when a person either doesn't face enough challenges or faces too many.

By this time they had already sighted the ship, and, climbing on board, Bill sat Nelson down and handed him the rope, sponge and linen.

"What's this for?" Nelson asked indignantly, feeling that he had never been treated like this in his life and wishing he could kill Bill for his insolence.

Pointing at objects, Bill spoke slowly:

- Tie a sponge to a rope - that's how you'll wash yourself. The cloth - to dry yourself and protect yourself from the sun.

Then, raising his stick, Bill asked him:

- What do you think this is for?

Nelson shook his head, mentally cursing Bill's ancestors.

- Every time I hear you swear, I will hit you with this stick. I don't care what the situation is or who is around. Do you understand?

Nelson: - You dare to threaten the nobility... Slap!

When he hit Nelson's huge belly, Bill knew how hard he could hit without causing serious damage, but still making him feel pain.

He didn't think it was a long-term solution. The fact was that a selfish person could not be changed by external influence. The change had to come from within.

But Bill was not a therapist, and he could only use the methods he knew.

So as the caravel sailed away, heading for the warehouse on the other side of the island, Bill wondered what steps he would need to take next, and how Nelson would always need to remain within arm's reach.

Two days had passed since his meeting with Smoker, and after checking and rechecking the bill of lading, Bill was ready to set sail on the caravel he had renamed the M.S.S. Bluebird.

The ship was a small two-masted vessel with six guns and could accommodate up to thirty sailors. It was a very nice gift, and had some utilitarian value due to its sea-stone hull, but strategically it did not add much value to the Supply Department.

This voyage could be a long one, as Bill decided to dismantle as much of the iron used on Clock Island as possible.

This material will be important for creating the city there, but even more important for their first production line.

After some thought, Bill looked around Loachtown and talked to dry warehouse owners around the town.

Thinking about the skills of the refugees from Clock Island, he decided to focus on two main production lines.

The first were chronometers, from mechanical clocks to tower clocks, and the second were mechanical devices such as washing machines and water pumps.

These products were not chosen at random, because although Bill planned to develop quality products, he foresaw a future in which spare parts would become an important part of his business.

The reason for this was that the innovation he was going to bring into this world was "interchangeable parts."

As far as Bill could see, every single item in this world was handcrafted, just like it was on Earth before the Industrial Revolution. This was true even in Vegapunk's labs, which is why Bill suspected he never had enough technicians.

In some ways these things seemed cute, but from an economic perspective they were hugely inefficient.

Of course, selling a huge clock tower would bring in a higher immediate profit than selling a small wristwatch, but these watches could be made from identical parts that would be very cheap to produce.

That is why the profitability of a wristwatch, which he sold for 10,000 beli, was higher than that of a huge clock tower, which he sold for 10 million beli.

But that wasn't all, because when enough people had his wares, repair shops would start opening up - and the Science Department would be there, selling the tools, gears, and machines to make it all work.

With this in mind, Bill spoke to several shop owners in Loachtown, all of whom were delighted to see his products and expressed interest in becoming potential stockists.

He reflected that it always amazed him how much people trusted the government in this world. In the future, he planned to expand his clientele to multiple islands and then kingdoms, but for now he was content to start building relationships with the local shops in Loachtown.

"One step at a time," he told himself as the Bluebird set sail.

Bill glanced at the girls waving at the people on the shore and ordered Masterson to check on Denny, Danny and Donny.

As Masterson turned his attention to the three slackers who were to steer, Bill went over to the tent he had erected to protect Nelson from the direct rays of the sun.

In addition to the tent, he made a wheelbarrow that could be lowered into the cargo compartment in case of a storm

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