Volume 3: The Ravager Chapter 182: Product 1

"So, why did he attack me?" Du Dian asked.

Fulin pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "I remember that two years ago, the Milan family seemed to be preparing to marry the Bloom family. I wonder if it was because of this?"

"Marriage?" Du Dian was stunned for a moment, then fell silent, and after a while, asked: "What is the result?"

"It didn't work." Flynn shook his head, "Miss Jenny from the Bloom family disagrees, and the Mel family may also secretly intervene to prevent this marriage. After all, once the marriage between the Milan family and the Bloom family is successful, it will be formed. A bigger power, in the entire consortium, the most unfavorable influence is the Mel family, although Mel and Bron are family friends, but the nobles' grievances and grievances are difficult to explain in a few words."

Du Dian glanced at him and said, "No wonder the Mel family and the Milan family are the ones who came to disrupt the stage today. The Mel family's young lady, at a young age, doesn't look as innocent and ignorant as she looks."

Fulin smiled slightly and said, "No matter how cunning the little fox is, he will eventually be defeated by experience."

Du Di'an nodded and admitted that this is reasonable.

"It's just that you humiliated the Milan family in person today, and they won't let it go." Fulin sighed softly and said, "Although we have become independent from the Mellon consortium, we can endure it occasionally."

Du Di'an said: "Some can be tolerated, some are not worthy of me to endure, there is a word called self-inflicted humiliation, today's events, the Milan family will not spread, and there is no way to accuse me of the following crimes, offending the nobles, only We're doing tricks behind our backs, but even if we're polite, since others are hostile, don't ask when they'll attack."

Flynn glanced at him, and he always had an illusion when talking to Du Dian, as if he was not facing a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, but a mature adult in his thirties, and he was as cunning as a fox. It made him think of some of the great figures in history, most of whom showed some surprising talent in childhood.

Perhaps, the talent of this young man in front of him will become an outstanding figure in the future, but it is by no means positive.

"The Milan family cherishes their face and really won't spread the word." Flynn looked at Du Dian and said, "But there is no airtight wall under the sky. The news that you can easily defeat the intermediate knights will surely come through today. These people's mouths spread to the whole circle, and although they dare not report it in the newspapers, you will also become famous in the circle, but being famous may not be a good thing."

Du Di'an said: "The Mellon consortium should take measures immediately. In any case, we must make money as soon as possible, rent a channel outside the wall of our own, and cultivate our own hunters."

Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "This is up to you."

Du Dian nodded, thinking of the small workshop where he had everything ready, got up and said, "I'll go back first."

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After leaving Ryan Castle, it was late, and it was curfew time outside.

Du Dian's carriage was planted with the flag of the Lane family, and the soldiers who met the curfew on the road were not stopped.

Back in the small workshop, Du Dian counted the prepared materials, confirmed that they were correct, and then lay down and fell asleep on the cargo box in the workshop.

the next day.

Du Di'an went to the slave market in the western area of ​​the business district and spent twenty silver coins to select twenty slaves. Most of these slaves were of the dark-skinned Blanc race, healthy, ten men and ten women, aged 18. Aged to twenty-five years old.

Most of those who sold slaves were destitute nobles, bankrupt wealthy businessmen, depressed knights and others. They could not support too many slave servants and could only sell them on consignment.

During the transfer procedures in the slave market, Du Dian did not directly transfer the ownership to his own name, but transferred it to the Lane family, and then brought these slaves to the small workshop he rented to teach them simple craftsmanship. You need to learn to make your own environment, assembly line production.

Among these slaves, there are many smart ones, and Du Di'an selected a middle-aged man named Harrison,

He used to be the steward of a certain knight family and managed the workshop in his place.

Throughout the day, Du Dian was teaching these slaves to make and supervising their work.

In the evening, Du Dian counted the finished goods made, and there were only less than a thousand boxes.

"The materials consumed are about two silver coins. If these matches are to be sold quickly, they must enter the market at a very low price. There are two copper coins per box. One thousand boxes are twenty silver coins, and the profit ratio is ten to one." Du Di was relieved Medium and dark calculations.

That's right, the first thing he made was a match.

Although in alchemy, matches are not like dynamite, they are classified as forbidden techniques. The alchemical structure of matches is relatively simple, and they can be made by the use and combination of basic materials such as yellow phosphorus and red phosphorus. However, in this period of no electricity, Matches can completely replace the scythe!

After all, the fire scythe has a slow ignition efficiency and a heavy weight, both of which will be defeated by the advantage of the match.

Although a match is only a small item, it is a consumable item, which means that there will always be demand. After covering the status of the scythe, the money earned will never be inferior to other valuables.

"Twenty silver coins a day is still too slow, only two gold coins in ten days." Du Di'an pondered the previous production process. The work efficiency of twenty slaves was very fast. The reason why only one thousand boxes were made was that they were not very skilled in the first production. , The process of cutting the matchsticks took the most time. The whole ten slaves cut the matchsticks, and they couldn't keep up with the speed of other people making matchsticks and cartons.

"Wait until a match-cutting machine is built." Du Di'an thought thoughtfully, "It's just that the appearance of the machine will inevitably be noticed by people, and then research and development will be carried out. Other consortia can rely on the powerful financial resources and channels, Let yourself, the inventor, find no market, but starve to death."

"In that case, it's better to develop the steam age yourself." Du Di'an's eyes were secretly firm. If others copied his products, he would let others copy the speed, not catching up with the speed of his invention!

Renting a few dilapidated houses for these slaves to live in, Du Di'an returned overnight and set off for Laine Castle.

The carriage had just entered the small town of Yade, when suddenly, the horses pulling in front of him roared in a panic, causing the carriage to sway from side to side. Worried about disturbing Du Di'an, the driver hurriedly whipped the whip in anger and shouted loudly.

Du Dian came back to his senses, lifted the curtain and looked out. In the dark night, there was nothing on the street.

Du Di'an sniffed his nose and didn't smell any strange smell. A trace of doubt flashed in his heart, but in vain, a chill climbed up from his back without warning and hurried to the side. (To be continued)). If you like this work, you are welcome to vote at the starting point (), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read. )