How to Spend All Your Money
Dressed in aristocratic clothing, he just sat on the ground regardless of his image, and began to piece together the world's first manual machine tool.
Because he had the blueprint in mind, he installed it very quickly, three points faster than a skilled old worker.
In the shock of everyone's eyes, Chris assembled one part after another, explaining the principle of assembly to the people around him while assembling, and quickly assembled a machine tool.
This is a manual machine tool similar to the operating principle of a sewing machine. This machine grinds wood at a speed ten or even a hundred times faster than manual grinding.
Then he simply demonstrated the operation, and everyone let out a low cry in shock.
"By stepping on this pedal, a balanced rotational force can be generated... In this way, cylindrical products can be processed!" Chris gave up his position and signaled an apprentice to come up and operate it, and the other party quickly made the machine turn. stand up.
"If you improve it, you can make a lot of concentric circles - it's very simple, just try it." He explained how to carve the pattern while instructing.
Soon, a cylindrical wooden stick in the shape of a gourd with two thick ends and a thin middle appeared evenly in front of everyone's eyes, without even a minute's time.
"This is a miracle!" An old craftsman exclaimed, looking at the machine tool that could be operated so easily, and the complex cylindrical stick cut by the saw blade above, "It's definitely a miracle."
"Indeed, I got the will of God." Chris pointed to his head with a smile while assembling a second identical device.
Under the more adoring eyes of the master craftsmen, Chris threw a substandard part aside and chose another replacement part and stuffed it into the gear set.
In fact, the scrap rate of hand-made parts is still very high. Most of the parts can be put together and used, which is already great news for Chris.
A second machine was soon assembled and joined in production. Chris started getting hands-on assembly of the third piece of equipment, and he guided himself on the sidelines, pointing out some important steps.
The number of machines for cutting wood began to increase, and a few apprentice carpenters controlled the machines, and soon several beautiful stool legs were made. Even with the most discerning eyes, these products are absolutely fine.
Because the cutting speed is too fast, there is even a shortage of material preparation soon. While Chris was still assembling his fourth woodworking machine, a few woodworkers completed the first machine-produced chair.
"Although this thing is very fast, the identical chairs will soon become worthless." An old carpenter stroked the three identical chairs in front of him and said to his colleagues worriedly.
"Yeah, such a chair loses its charm very quickly, it...it lacks the soul given to it by the craftsman..." Another master carpenter also disliked what was produced by the apprentices.
"Aesthetics will also be destroyed in the same way, which is definitely a disaster for art." The leading old craftsman shook his head, denying the "mass-produced goods" processed by this production mode.
In their opinion, even if it is a set of seats, it also needs to be matched and changed. The exact same thing is simply a blasphemy to the spirit of ingenuity.
Sadly, Chris doesn't think so. He put down the parts in his hand and walked over to the chairs.
He was used to mass-produced products, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with these identical chairs. He tapped the back of one of the chairs with a satisfied smile on his face: "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Your chairs are sold to nobles." He looked at the old craftsmen and said, and then pointed to the chairs beside him: "These products are sold to commoners."
"think about it,
One of your chairs sells for 20 silver coins or even 30 silver coins. No matter how much the market demands, how many can you sell? Having said that, Chris smiled and pointed to the chairs produced by the apprentices: "I dare to sell such a chair for 1 silver coin. Guess who earns more?" "
A master can make a chair that sells for 300,000 yuan, but when he was making this chair, almost 300,000 chairs worth 30 yuan were produced in factories all over the world.
Chris hopes to make 9 million, instead of waiting for that illusory 300,000 - this is the cruelty of modern industrial civilization, a naked contempt for art.
During the period of talking, the apprentices who have not stopped behind have already made two identical chairs.
There are now five chairs of the same size in the wood workshop. It was not easy to see the exact same chair before, but everyone here today is an eye-opener.
What's even more frightening is that as some wood was processed and sent, the apprentices who had the raw materials had new toys, and they produced five such chairs in one go.
From Chris's point of view, all this is just the beginning. He still has beautiful printing and dyeing formulas in his hands, as well as the loom, the killer of the industrial revolution, and the power plant like the steam engine...
In short, once let him take the steps of industrial civilization, everything will no longer be a problem. He can quickly accumulate the wealth around him into his pocket with the speed of stealing money.
"With this kind of equipment, we can continuously produce chairs and tables. According to the calculation of 5 silver coins for a set of seats, we can earn 1 gold coin a day!" At dinner, Strid was very excited. Deans said.
Deans is also very interested in the machine tools that Chris made. According to Stride's calculation, they can earn almost 300 more gold coins a year, which is definitely a huge sum of money.
If you expand the scale of production and double the output, the territory will get twice the profit every year, which is enough to pay the increased gold coin tax.
"It's a pity that if we have been selling woodworking products so cheap, the price will soon drop... It can be sold for almost 5 silver coins in a few months, and only 3 silver coins in a few months." Chris told everyone When they were all happy, they poured a bowl of cold water down.
Knowing the laws of the market, he is all too familiar with this dumping model. Once the product begins to flow into the market in large quantities, the price will inevitably continue to decline.
"Yeah, we're still too optimistic, but even if it's only 100 gold coins, it's not a small amount for us." Deans in turn began to comfort Chris, making Chris a little dumbfounded.
"I've actually started having our artisans build more sophisticated equipment that allows a few people to complete the production of desks, chairs, and cabinets—and the cost can be further compressed," Chris told Dean after a bite of chicken. S said.
"At that time, to produce this exact same chair, we can reduce the cost to 20 copper coins or even lower." Speaking of this, his tone was full of pride.
The power of industry is reflected in cost, intuitively and efficiently. Once the state of mass production is formed, it will only overwhelm all small workshops and occupy the most extensive market.
Chris couldn't even imagine how much the furniture of this era could compress the cost if later generations of density boards were developed - maybe a few copper coins could buy a set of tables, chairs and benches.
"So we only make a small amount of money selling woodworking products!" Chris continued to talk about his plan with a smile, his words at this moment are as fascinating as the alchemy of turning a stone into gold: "The real money is selling machines. !"
"We sell this woodworking machine! 15 gold coins a piece! How much do you think we can make?" Chris stretched out a finger, and the smile on his face was even better: "In half a year, our equipment will be all over the place. Around, crowd out all the workshops!"
"The gods are above... I can't believe it, this must be some kind of money-making magic," Deans exclaimed.
A rough calculation shows that this is a big business with more than 3,000 gold coins a year. Even in the Arrant Empire, such a business is a big deal. Those big nobles who can earn several thousand gold coins a year are definitely rare in the surrounding area.
Stried, who was listening to the news, was even more excited, which meant that the production and economy he was in charge of would soar into the sky in the next few months.
It's definitely good news, good news that makes him very excited: "This way, Lord Chris, we won't have to raise tolls."
"Of course not! Dear Streed! Not only will we not increase tolls, we will also reduce tolls!" Chris said his plan with a smile on his face.
"Why?" Stryd looked at his Lord City Lord with some puzzlement, and for a while he couldn't turn his head.
"We export woodworking products on such a large scale, and the transportation itself is a big problem. If we don't encourage more businessmen to come to us, how can we sell so many products?" Chris replied directly without selling anything.
"Not only do we need to reduce tolls, we also need to build roads! Send out 500 guards and let them repair the roads, so that more carriages can come to Seris City!" When she said this, Tangning looked towards Wagron.
"No problem, my lord! I will dispatch troops tomorrow." Vagron quickly agreed.
"Gentlemen! We are not the same as before! We will be richer in the future, and now your task has become heavier." Chris lifted the glass and toasted the three men with the bad wine in it: "You want Think about it, how do you run out of money."