While it's dressed up in fancy words, even someone like old Jack, who hasn't read much, knows that those smokestacks spew out the sweat and blood of the poor.,The overcast sunlight streamed in from the edge of his body, casting an eerie golden hue over the blood-soaked room.,As he spoke, he cast his gaze towards Old Jack standing beside him. Seeing the latter’s bewildered expression, he nonchalantly took off his old hat and placed it on his chest, then with a lazy slight bow, said:。