Chapter 83 White Statue

London in 1862.

The construction site of the world's first subway.

"This damn fog!" James pulled the buttons of his clothes on his chest and cursed fiercely at the gloomy sky while rubbing the oil mud on his hairy chest.

The thick fog that wrapped London tightly was not moved by James's curse at all, and still held everything tightly in his arms and let them gradually suffocate.

James took a few breaths fiercely, slightly relieved his suffocation, and shouted at the workers around him, "Fuck it, hurry up, hey! Little Jack, are you still thinking about your wife's tits? My hands are soft and my feet are soft. Take out the strength of eating milk last night!"

There was a lot of laughter from the side.

James looked around angrily and shouted loudly, "What are you laughing at? Give me strength. I have to dig this damn ditch for me today!" If I had a whip in my hand more than ten years ago, I would have smoked the buttocks of you stupid people who are lazy like pigs one by one!"

An old man with a dark face covered with sweat and dust next to him said, "Hey, dear James, this is not a ditch. Have you ever seen a ditch ten meters wide and six meters deep? This is an underground road that can connect to trains. If government officials hear what you say, they will secretly cry in the middle of the night. The old man learned to wipe his tears while talking, which made the workers next to him laugh. Obviously, no one was afraid of this guy named James.

James waved his yellow-haired arm fiercely and shouted, "Thomas, you old fool! No matter what the hell it is, even if you are digging the Bible written by God, you are just the mice responsible for digging the ditch. If you don't plan this damn ditch today, the money will be halved! Don't blame me for not reminding you when you go home with a sagged purse! Speaking of which, I really want to see your bad luck when you were kicked out to sleep on the street by the old ladies at home, hahaha, hahaha!" James squeezed out a hiss of laughter in his hoarse voice.

Obviously, no one is afraid of James, which does not mean that no one is afraid of deducting wages. The power of money is huge. As soon as James**'s naked threat comes out, no one talks and jokes again. He rounds the spade in his hand and uses all his strength to tear the earth presumptuously.

Looking around, James whistled gently and was very satisfied with the current result. He muttered a sentence in his mouth. He came to the shade of the deep ditch and grabbed a scoop. He skimmed back and forth in the bucket full of mud but didn't get any water. "Damn it, I hate this kind of patient work the most!" James threw the water scoop into the tube fiercely, pulled the skirt of his chest, and exposed his chest hair as much as possible. It seemed that this could make his throat, which was so thirsty that it was about to smoke, felt better. James muttered and raised his head.

The sun hanging high in the sky turned into a white round cake in the thick fog, which is not dazzling. It is as amiable as the old man with Parkinson's syndrome next door, which poses no threat to anyone. But the heat is magnified exponentially. The thick fog is because the thick fog does not hesitate to accumulate the heat of the sun, which makes people in the fog feel the pain of the steamer.

The sound of metal hitting the stone came, and James turned around angrily and roared, "Fuck, don't knock my baby on the stone!" How many times have I said it? Be careful, be careful. Little Jack, if the shovel in your hand is rolled, I will deduct the repair fee from your salary. Do you know how much it costs for Henry's damn blacksmith to repair a shovel?

The person called Little Jack was a thin and pale young man. He contracted his hand holding the shovel in fear, looked at the large white stone from the black soil in front of his feet, and began to carefully pull it up on the edge of the white stone.

James snorted fiercely and strode towards the little Jack, muttering in his mouth: "This damn stone, I fucking hate these damn stones. These damn things are blocking my way of money every day..."

James saw little Jack gently shoveling the soil with a shovel in a careful manner. He grabbed the shovel in little Jack's hand, pushed the thin little Jack and shouted, "Do you think of this broken stone as your wife? Are you giving her a massage or a ** before **?

James spat and spit in the palm of his hand and stared at little Jack and said, "Watch out, you chicken chick, fuck it! I have to show you in person! The whole of Great Britain can no longer find a gentleman like me.

Little Jack Nono flashed aside. James raised his shovel and was about to shovel it down when Thomas next to him suddenly screamed strangely.

James just renewed his strength to make a perfect demonstration. He was almost twisted by Thomas's strange cry. James covered his waist and shouted, "Damn Thomas, you slept on the street tonight. I swear to God that I will never give you a penn!"

Thomas was not moved by James's roar. He stared at a pair of big eyes and pointed to the white stone dug out by little Jack and shouted, "That's not a stone!" That's not a stone!"

Curiosity is human nature. When everyone heard Thomas's shouting, they put down their work and came over.

"Damn it! Isn't it stone or gold? James suppressed his anger and looked at the white stone on the ground.

The white stone out of the gray and black soil is so eye-catching. James's eyes are not good. Usually everything except gold coins is blurred. Of course, if someone is lazy, he can't escape his eyes. Because the worker is lazy is equivalent to taking money out of his pocket again. He bends down. He approached his waist and looked at the white stone carefully.

Then he excitedly went to pick up the black and brown soil on the edge of the white stone and ate it and shouted like opium, "Come here and dig this thing out for me. Come on, you stupid pigs."

The onlookers began to dig out most of the white stone from the soil for a while. Everyone couldn't help stopping their hands and looking at the white stone hair in a daze.

The snow-white stone, even after being immersed in the black and smelly soil for thousands of years, is still so snow-white, not stained by the color of the soil at all. The stone is delicate and smooth without a trace of texture, clean is not like a product of the world, and is unusually hard, even the shovel that little Jack inadvertently just now There is no trace left on it, even a little.

"God! How can there be such a thing here? Is this a statue of Satan? Thomas muttered to himself.

Yes, it's not a stone, or it's not just a stone. It's a statue, a hard snow-white statue, a ** man's statue.