Five Great Strokes

"The loom... I didn't expect it could be applied to this..." Hearing Chris say that, Des nodded with a sudden realization.

After a few seconds of silence, Des suddenly raised his head and stared at Chris: "I decided to invest in your machines."

"Investment? This is a bit interesting." Chris is waiting for this opportunity. What he lacks now is the original capital, so he can only choose this small expansion model: "How much do you plan to invest?"

"One and a half million gold coins." Without thinking about it, Des said a price he thought was more reasonable.

Chris nodded, then suddenly realized something and looked at Des: "How much did you say?"

Deans and Streed, who were standing aside, were also taken aback by the numbers they heard. Adding up the projects operated by Serris City, the total value may not exceed 1.5 million gold coins.

But the other party was like mentioning a dinner, and he said the number so easily, without even hesitating.

"Are you going to buy these equipment? With this money?" Chris suddenly became interested in the Des in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"No, City Lord Chris, although these devices are very sophisticated, but... they are not worth 1.5 million gold coins." Des shook his head and said formally.

He looked at Chris and said his plan: "I want to follow up all your achievements, and the Long Tait family will monopolize the sales rights of these machines."

"Hahahaha." Chris laughed after hearing what Des said. He laughed recklessly, as if he had heard something super funny.

From Des's point of view, the investor is obviously bold. He is willing to spend 1.5 million gold coins to monopolize the equipment that Chris is still on the drawing, which can be described as a great adventurous spirit.

But from the perspective of Chris, the crystallization of scientific civilization in his mind is far from being monopolized by 1.5 million gold coins.

The intelligence resources of the two sides are not equal, which makes the original high-profile venture capital into a naive speculation.

"Mr. Des, do you want to hear me tell a story?" Chris asked Des patiently.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the 1.5 million gold coins, the other party was not willing to immediately decide on the cooperation. Des frowned slightly.

Money opened the way, and the Longtaite family was in a position to destroy everything. This time, the same trick did not have the expected effect, which made Des a little uncomfortable.

It was an unease beyond his grasp, but curiosity kept him silent, watching Chris wait for him to finish.

Chris then told his story: Once a businessman and his father were discussing the profit of the businessman, he asked his father, "How many times the profit can be made by farming?" The father said, "About ten times. ." Then the merchant asked, "How many times can I make a profit from selling pearls and jade?" My father said, "It may be a hundred times more profitable." Finally, the merchant asked again, "How many times can I make a profit by investing in the monarch of a country? "It's too much to count," said the father.

Having said that, Chris smiled and looked at Des and asked, "You only plan to take out 1.5 million gold coins, and you want to buy a future empire... Isn't it too stingy?"

"Huh..." With a breath, Des nodded in agreement with Chris's point of view: "If you can really build an empire, my price just now is really low."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Chris again and continued to ask: "But the question is, what can you come up with to build an empire? And after you build an empire, how much benefit do you plan to give me?"

"I'll take you to see something in a while... I promise that after you read it,

will believe everything I say. Chris tapped the woodworking machinery beside him with his fingers and said confidently, "As for the benefits I can give you..."

He paused, his eyes sharpened: "The Longtaite family will become the richest family in the world, no one; and there is only one voice in this family, and that is your voice!"

"Hey..." Taking a deep breath, Des narrowed his eyes. Although some things are the lifelong dreams of many members of the Longtaite family, speaking so frankly, the momentum is not the same.

"I have to see something before I can make a decision." After a long wait, Des finally broke the silence between the two: "Let's lead the way."

If there is a choice, Chris doesn't want to show the killer he just made to someone who is not familiar with it now.

But the opportunity in front of him never came. He wanted to seize Des, a capital predator, to speed up his own primitive accumulation process.

As long as there is financial and logistical support, Chris can grow rapidly in Serris City. Then start your own expansion plan and expand your strength as much as possible.

This is also something that can't be done: if there is no way to make money, but there is no corresponding power, you can only live under the oppression of Arrant.

Taxes will only increase, and the slightest dissatisfaction will be strangled by the enemy tenfold and one hundredfold. Chris came through, but he didn't want to keep putting his life in the hands of others. He wants to seize his own destiny and let the world have its own voice!

Taking Des out of the woodshop, Chris took Des into his carriage. For the sake of confidentiality, Deans drove the car himself, and Des and Chris did not even bring their own guards.

The three made their way to the edge of the forest, where they saw a makeshift barracks. Although it is very simple, it is well-defended.

"What is this?" Under the leadership of Vagron, Chris and Des saw a strange thing. Des had never seen such a thing before, so he asked curiously.

He stroked the dark "iron pipe" lying between the two wheels with his hand, and the coldness between his fingers made Des feel inexplicable fear.

"With this, the thick city walls will become fragile quicksand, and there will be no fortresses in the world that can't be broken." Chris smiled and explained to Des the most powerful weapon of war he had produced - artillery!

This is a European-style infantry field gun around 1880. The gun mount is made of metal, the overall weight is 1.2 tons, and the caliber is also an alternative number of 90 mm.

But even if this thing is still very primitive, it is very difficult for Chris to make it in a few days: he has to find various steels for smelting experiments, and also organizes people to find raw materials for black powder , the construction of this cannon was really completed only a few days ago.

Although it is a front-loading version of the cannon, and although the range of this thing is only about 6 kilometers away, it is still the first artillery piece in the world, a new weapon that can change the mode of warfare.

"With all due respect, even if you build a ballista out of metal, its power will not be much stronger than a wooden ballista." Using his knowledge of weapons to guess the power of the weapon in front of him, Des pouted and said. .

It's not that his family doesn't sell weapons. In fact, several of the oldest business families have their own arms business - they understand war and even sell war, and make huge profits from it.

"Hahaha." Hearing Des's comment, before Chris could speak, Vagron on the side couldn't hold back his laughter.

Two days ago, when he was experimenting with this new type of weapon, he also said the same to his city master, Chris. But when this weapon really roared, he completely became Chris's diehard.

Even, Vagron revised the oath of the cavalry unit, ordering everyone to use their lives to swear allegiance to the city lord Alan Hill Criss.

"Please forgive his rudeness." Chris said to the somewhat embarrassed Des: "We will practice this new weapon soon, you can look at it and then give your opinion."

Before Des waited too long, a dozen soldiers stepped forward and began to reload the two cannons in front of Des.

They had been trained, so they were very skilled in preparing according to the code written by Chris, and they were ready for launch in no time.

Just under Des's curious gaze, one of the artillery shells fired at a target 1,000 meters away.

"Boom!" The loud noise made Des fall to the ground at once. He watched the black iron pipe spew out a white smoke. Just a moment later, the mound that was used as a target was smashed by a huge mound. The force was torn apart, and the soil splashed and filled everywhere.

"This... this is magic! The gods are on top... this is magic!" Des shouted loudly as he looked at the mound in the distance, which had not completely quieted down, regardless of his embarrassed appearance.

For the first time, scientific and technological civilization has made its own voice in this world, and the voice it has made is deafening and loud enough to change history.

"It's not magic." Chris smiled and stretched out his palm to Des, who was sitting on the ground, and pulled him up: "It's a weapon! Developed by the Alan Hill family, a weapon of war!"

"..." Looking at the firing cannon, Des couldn't believe it. Holding the last bit of luck, he pointed to the remaining mounds in the distance and asked, "Can I... specify A goal?"

"Of course!" Chris took the torch from a soldier's hand and handed it to Des: "You can also fire yourself!"

Des took the torch, selected a target, and after the soldiers adjusted the angle of the gun, he stood beside the gun.

He waited for a while, took a deep breath, and resolutely pressed the torch to the match.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the second shell flew into the distance and hit the mound designated by Des, cutting it into a flat area...