Lorne took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. It was eight thirty in the morning, and he quickened his pace.
Strangely, though he had already walked a long way, the crowds around him showed no sign of thinning. If anything, they were growing larger.
He found it odd. At this hour, most people should have gone to work long ago. There should not have been so many people gathered here.
"Could today be a day off?"
"No, wait! There's no such thing as a day off in this era!"
Though he had never experienced it firsthand, the original owner's memories and Lorne's own observations had given him a clear idea of what factory owners in this era were like.
Factories in this era really did work people to death.
For the workers of this era, there was no insurance, no safety precautions, no hope...
Some factory owners even hired large numbers of children to cut costs.
They truly used children as adults, women as men, and men as forklifts.
For most workers, a luxury like a day off simply did not exist.
Even if they did get a couple of "days off," it was not because the factory owners had suddenly developed a conscience. It was to give the factory machinery time to rest and undergo maintenance.
After all, machines were far more expensive than people.
Only certain government employees or people working for certain companies enjoyed better benefits, with two days off a week.
Any place that could draw so many people had to be something special.
Lorne frowned at the slow-moving crowd around him and tried to squeeze his way to the front, only to find no way through.
"What's going on?" he muttered, his gaze sweeping over the same look of anticipation on every unfamiliar