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.,"Over there..." The boss pointed with an irritated look.,"Whew—I told you so. I waited outside for a full five minutes and didn't see you come out. I thought you might have messed up, but it turns out you just had a broken artery; no matter, as long as you finished the job. That way...we can be considered both people and loot."。