"My heavens! So much money! How many people must have died!? Shouldn't the authorities step in if so many people have died? At least halt production for a while before restarting, not to mention not stopping at all?"
"What would you know? The pressure from above is intense, and they've even swayed the authorities, saying that money isn't an issue. As long as it produces the required amount of iron ores within the timeline, nothing else matters, not how many people die or how much compensation is needed. Hmm, I wonder who the phenomenally wealthy big boss behind all this is."
"Exactly, the iron mine isn't going anywhere; they could mine it slowly and earn money gradually. Why are they in such a hurry, as if they want to mine it all at once? Beats me what their reasons are."
"Sigh, who knows what the higher-ups are thinking? Let's just get on with our meal."
The conversation on the other table ended, but Mu Houchu's expression subtly hardened, seemingly deep in thought.