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Creating an Industrial Empire in 19th Century Parallel World

In a tragic accident, mechanical engineer Poul Nielsen and his best friend, civil engineer Jonathan Axelsen, are killed when a truck crashes into the coffee shop where they were hanging out. Suddenly, they find themselves transmigrated to a parallel world in the late 19th-century country of Avalonia. In this world, they'll need to work tirelessly to earn enough pennies to survive. But they won't settle for just getting by - they want to become the Edison, the Chrysler, the Rockefeller, the Carnegie, the Ford, and the Westinghouse of this new world. In a world without electricity, Poul and Jonathan decide to start an electric power distribution company. But that's not enough - they also want to build appliances and motors to make their business profitable. They see the opportunity to revolutionize ground transportation, and they start an automotive manufacturing company. They tackle huge infrastructure projects such as metro stations, skyscrapers, bridges, tunnels, and dams by starting their own civil engineering firm. They even invest in the arms manufacturing industry. But the road to success won't be easy. Fierce competition awaits them, as robber barons are willing to do everything to crush their competitors. Predator against predator, and government intervention. Poul and Jonathan must use all their engineering expertise and business acumen to navigate this treacherous landscape. Join Poul and Jonathan on their journey to become the wealthiest men in the world in a parallel universe where anything is possible.

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Testing the Steam Turbine

A soft hum filled the air as the first light of dawn broke through the workshop's windows. The engineers, still in their soot-streaked clothes from the previous day's work, held their breath, their gaze fixed on the massive steam turbine before them. The room seemed to vibrate with anticipation, charged with the energy of countless hours of labor, determination, and collaboration.

Poul Nielsen, his silver hair slightly disheveled from weeks of tireless work, stood confidently before the control panel, his fingers hovering over the switches and dials. Beside him, Jonathan observed the scene with keen eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as he mentally reviewed every step of the assembly process. The workshop was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock.

"Mr. Nielsen," Amelia approached from behind, carrying a tray of coffee. "Would you like some coffee?"