Four to Make Money

Happiness came so suddenly that Stride felt unreal. After more than ten days of preparation, he even sat in the carpentry workshop, waiting for the first merchant to come to buy tables and chairs.

There was the scent of wet paint everywhere, and for the first time Strid found the smell soothing.

"We're going to Duning, I heard that there are cheap furniture for sale here, let's come and see..." Just as Strid stood up for the third time to touch the exquisite looking furniture, a voice came over him. sounded from behind.

To Strid, who was in a hurry to turn wood into gold, the sound was tantamount to a fairy sound.

He turned around with a jumping smile on his face, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Yes, here's a newly developed chair! It's beautiful and cheap! Would you like to see it?"

It must be seen, the businessman nodded, and then his eyes fell on the chair behind Strid, unable to move away.

There is no mass-produced chair in this world. It is actually more difficult to buy an identical chair than to buy a different chair: so many nobles like to use basically the same chair in order to show their financial resources.

The problem is, there are too many identical chairs here—to the point of bewildering.

"100 identical chairs? The gods are above, am I right?" The businessman took two steps forward and reached out to touch the neatly stacked chairs, but he carefully stopped himself halfway. impulse.

"Is this kind of chair expensive?" He turned his head to the side, looked at Strid, who had a better smile on his face, and asked with a slight vibrato.

"It's not expensive, it's about 25 silver coins." When Stride said the price, he felt his heart beating faster.

He knows the production cost of this kind of chair, including the wages of the apprentice workers. It takes about 45 copper coins to produce a chair.

He himself felt that his conscience was a little embarrassed to be able to sell such a cheap chair for a sky-high price of 25 silver coins.

Of course, he also knew that such a price would soon cease to exist, and a large number of chairs would flood the market. Maybe in a few days, he could only sell such a chair for 10 silver coins.

"Great! I want 40 chairs like this..." The other party happily stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth legs of the chair. The unprecedented standard arc made the blood of the businessman burst.

As long as these chairs are shipped to Arrant and dedicated to which noble to please the royal family, at least they can get a baron title?

Just thinking about it, it's really a little excited. As if he had already taken the baron's seat, the merchant stood a little more upright than before.

10 gold coins filled a whole cloth pocket, and it was quite heavy to carry. Strid's smile grew even more exaggerated as he watched the gold coins put into the cash box by the guards he had brought.

Of course, he, who was in charge of the income of Serris City, had seen more money. When paying the taxes of the Arrant Empire, he watched 300 gold coins being carried away by a carriage.

But even he has never seen a business that earns 10 gold coins in such a short period of time-you must know that in the workshop not far away, the apprentices are still producing such chairs.

In ten days, the castle, the blacksmith shop, the military barracks in Serris City will be filled with chairs like this. By that time, someone would even be stepping on such a chair to saw wood or strike iron.

In the morning, about 10 merchants came to the warehouse of this woodshop and bought such chairs from Stried.

70 gold coins came into the account, and Streed really began to seriously consider Chris's question: how to spend so much money?

"Excuse me... Excuse me,

These chairs are all processed by a 'means', right? "A young man touched the smooth lines on the legs of the chair with his hand, and asked without raising his head.

"Huh?" Stried looked at the young man and looked at him curiously. The young man was wearing an aristocratic tunic, with a short sword slung around his waist.

A curly blond hair made this young man look very delicate, looking like a little girl from the side.

"This is not a person doing the same work repeatedly. I know such a master carpenter, and he can't do the same arc... so naturally." The young man raised his head with a look of desire for knowledge: "Say yes. Naturally it's not quite right...because this thing doesn't seem to be artistically inspired, they...they are beautiful, but I can't think of an adjective to describe the feeling."

"Hello, sir. Do you want to buy these chairs? They are not expensive. They only cost 25 silver coins." Stride was not in the mood to discuss craftsmanship with the young man in front of him, because he knew this How things are produced.

In a few days, when the price of the chairs is so low that there is no profit to be made, Seris City will sell the woodworking machinery - then people will naturally understand the greatness of Seris City.

"I know, I heard. 25 silver coins..." The young man smiled and took his hand away from the chair: "My name is Des! Rontaet Des..."

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and Strid was silent for a few seconds before he said, "You... belong to the Longtate family..."

"Yes." Des nodded and said, "I didn't expect to see such an interesting thing in Seris City! Can you take me to see it?"

"Dang, of course..." Stried looked at a guard beside him and commanded, "Go and call the Lord of the City."

"This way, please!" Slightly turned sideways, Streed gave up half of his body, made a leading gesture, and said respectfully.

Des returned a standard noble etiquette, and then, without giving in, stepped forward, passed Strid, and walked towards the small door on the other side of the warehouse.

Chris, who was diligently drawing parts drawings, was once again interrupted by Deans who came to report.

He put down the quill with some dissatisfaction, rubbed his astringent neck, and asked, "I hope you interrupt me, it's really important, Deans."

Diens' face was solemn, and he opened his mouth to report: "Sir, I don't know whether our luck is too good or our luck is too bad... In short, the people of the Longtaite family want to see you."

"Longtaite family? What are you doing?" Chris naturally didn't know what family this suddenly appeared, and asked with a puzzled look: "Is it amazing?"

"My lord, the Longtaite family is one of the largest business families in the mortal kingdom. They operate everything, and it can be said to be one of the richest and oldest families." Diens reported without saying anything.

He even used a lot of honorifics in his introduction, which made Chris realize the horror of this family: "This family is very large and controls the business of metal smelting, grain and other valuables, and even the minting of gold coins in some countries. It's in their hands."

"Oh! This is interesting." Chris finally felt that he didn't waste his time this time, nodded and said, "Let's go! Let's meet, this distinguished guest of the Long Tait family!"

By the time Chris arrived at the carpentry, Streed had already shown Des the fancy machinery.

Like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Des carefully observed the movements of the apprentices operating the machinery, and even went up to try it out and scrapped a piece of wood.

Strid is not worried at all that Des will steal the mechanical design here: on the one hand, just looking at the external structure may not be able to fully penetrate the complex parts inside; on the other hand, it is the great history of the Longtette family.

This family has an ancestral motto that resounds throughout the mainland, "The Long Tait family only does business, not robbers." From the day it was born, this family was a pure business family, never going beyond its own rules.

Whatever they like, they will cooperate with strong financial resources and conditions that the other party cannot refuse. They have never heard of them taking anything from anyone. This kind of information is sometimes real, especially when the person who holds the information cherishes it very much.

"This is really a great invention, it's really great." Des raised his head and praised Stried beside him with a face full of surprise.

Then he saw a black-haired man who was not short, well-proportioned, and very handsome, walked in with a middle-aged man with long hair.

"You must be City Lord Chris, it's a pleasure to meet you. Let me introduce myself, I'm Des of the Longtaite family, the third son of the family." Des didn't mean to be contemptuous at all, and politely greeted him first.

Of course, Chris is not arrogant, and immediately returned the salute: "Seris City welcomes you, Mr. Des."

"I'm really sorry to bother you." Des said with a smile: "Actually, I just passed through Seris City today, but I found something interesting, so I decided to come here to have a look."

He pointed to the machine beside him, and said in admiration, "It's a worthwhile trip, I found something amazing here."

"It's really something amazing." Chris nodded with a smile, showing no sign of modesty.

As a soul from modern industrial civilization, of course he knows how powerful industrial civilization is, and what kind of progress these seemingly uncomplicated machines in front of him represent.

"I'm wondering if this model is generally applicable, applicable...for...other, other jobs." Des smiled awkwardly, then explained: "I'm not stuttering, but... …Please understand that it is not easy to describe the changes your technology has brought to production.”

"I understand," Chris replied. "You're right, this technology can be applied to any kind of complicated job - it can replace many machines, such as those old looms."