It can be seen that as the original foreman, Slime is still very prestigious in the eyes of these people.

"Sir, these people have never smoked. There are lathes, riveters, welders, fitters and forgers here.

They are all willing to follow you!" Slime greeted, and everyone knelt down.

Not bad, at least a dozen people. However, compared to the number of people Wu Sangui required, it was still far behind.

Russia now needs at least 300 skilled workers, instead of the current dozen.

In order to take these people to Russia, Queen Catherine even sent a ship from St. Petersburg directly to Bombay. Of course, under the guise of trade.

"You go look for people again. Every time you find someone, I will give you a Ming Dynasty silver coin. Pay attention! I only want skilled workers, and they have never smoked.

After you find it, I will give you a sum of money to settle down in your home. Follow me from now on, and you will be paid ten Ming silver coins per year. If you don't believe me, ask Slime what kind of person I am."

Jilharang knows Indians very well. If you find one, you can find a dozen. If you find a dozen, you can find more than three hundred!

As long as these people are dispersed, it is not difficult to find hundreds of skilled workers. After all, in the heyday of Mumbai, there were tens of thousands of skilled workers working here.

There are ten Ming Dynasty silver coins a year. This kind of salary is quite generous in India. Everyone's eyes are brightened. This is even better than Wu Sangui's era.

Some people immediately ran out excitedly. Introducing one person is equivalent to working for a month. Such good things are not easy to find, and many of them have been hungry for a long time.

In today's Mumbai, a Ming Dynasty silver coin can feed a family of three for two to three months.

"Nanny! Come here, dad will never sell you again. Dad is sorry for you!" Seeing everyone walking out, Slime waved to his little daughter.
Chapter completed!