Chapter 81 Star Admiral

Jingle!

Klein rode the bicycle that Leppard had just completed and spun around the lawn behind his house a few times.

"It's not bad, as I expected, but there is no need to have a separate rattle. When encountering a situation, it is difficult for the rider to pull out his hand. You can combine the bell with the handlebar, which is more convenient, concise and more in line with things. The law of development." Klein squeezed the brake with his right hand, causing the bicycle to slow down quickly and stop.

At the same time, he returned the rattle held in his left hand to its original position.

Repard thought for a few seconds and said:

"Yes, it should be like this. I just imitated the carriage bell, forgetting that we are a brand new means of transportation."

Having said that, he watched Klein skillfully get out of the car with some doubts, and fixed the bracket:

"You give me the impression that you've ridden a similar vehicle before and done it well... I'm sure every other bike on the market has major flaws that are distinctly different from mine."

Learn about shared bicycles... As a "clown", I should actually ride a unicycle... Klein silently complained, and smiled slightly:

"It's not about experience, it's about good balance and athleticism.

He immediately changed the topic: "But according to your introduction just now, the cost is quite high, and there is no small contradiction with the positioning of our products. You must come up with a plan as soon as possible to reduce the cost. You must know that nobles, rich people, etc. have status. The upper class would certainly not choose to ride their own bikes, it would be disrespectful, and the same goes for the middle class earning over £300 a year."

"Our target is small employees, postmen, and the so-called working aristocracy, that is, the class with an annual income between 70 and 300 pounds."

"This is just a 'prototype'. Well, the vocabulary invented by Emperor Roselle is normal. If the follow-up factory process goes well, I don't think it will be a problem to reduce it to less than 6 pounds. If we can find cheap materials that can replace natural rubber , that would be even better, this is the most expensive part." Repard replied thoughtfully.

It's a pity that oil has not been discovered in this world... I don't know if there is any... Can refined coal tar replace it and play some role in this regard? I don't understand at all, I am neither a student of this profession nor a generalist... Klein thought for a while and said:

"If the cost can be kept under 4 pounds, then we will make a fortune. As for cheap materials to replace natural rubber, you can go through Russell's manuscript,

Maybe he has a certain idea on record. "

Repard gave a soft "hmm", and suddenly said:

"Speaking of this matter, I just thought that next week there will be a commemorative exhibition of Emperor Roselle, which is in the Kingdom Museum! Organized by the Church of Steam and Machinery, it is said that there will be the original invention manuscripts and various relics of Emperor Roselle."

Invention manuscripts and various relics? Klein was heartbroken when he heard that, and immediately asked:

"When exactly? I'm very interested."

"From next Tuesday to next Friday, from 9:00 am to 6:00 pm every day, although Emperor Roselle was once an enemy of the kingdom, the charm of his legendary life will not be weakened a bit because of this."

"I'll take time to see this exhibition." Klein took out his bulging wallet and took out two 10-pound and two 5-pound banknotes, "This is the second payment, you use it to study how to reduce the cost, and go to the patent office to make the most complete application. If you don’t have a familiar lawyer, I can introduce one. The last 20 pounds will be given to you next week to find new investors and complete the factory of the product. Of course , I will also help to contact those who are interested.”

He never thought about monopolizing the profits of bicycles. Firstly, he lacked the money for large-scale production. Secondly, he thought that he did not have enough contacts in the three parts of the factory, promotion and sales. He was reluctant to do it by himself or hire someone to do it. It was time-consuming and labor-intensive. , and may even lose money. In this case, it is better to introduce new investors with similar resources and channels, and let professional people do professional things.

In addition, the more important point is that in this way, he has the opportunity to realize a certain amount of shares in advance, and accumulate some cash for the resources needed to promote the "faceless man" in the future, so as not to encounter but have no money to buy.

And I never thought about being a bicycle tycoon. My identity is sensitive. Before I become a "faceless man", I have to stay away from things that may become the focus of society... I will play a "magician" instead of a "businessman" and " Factory owner"... Klein sighed a few words in his heart.

"I know several solicitors." Repard muttered, and took over the second phase of investment, "Why don't you go to the bank to apply for a loan? After we get the patent, I believe there must be a bank that will lend us money, such as Baker Rand banks, like Bavatbank."

"We introduced not only investment, but also channels, relationships and capabilities, understand?" Klein explained with a smile, then put on his hat and said, "When the patent application is completed, send me a letter, you know My address."

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In the Sunya Sea, there is an island with an extinct volcano.

Ships with masts erected and sails sailed one after another, crowding the not-so-small pier.

The pirates' songs, roars, laughter, cursing, and cheers are endless, making this place seem like a sea of ​​carnival.

"The Hanged Man" Alger Wilson stepped off the "Blue Avenger", boarded the cliff not far away, and watched all this quietly.

"Except for the four kings and the seven generals, the other pirates only got the news of this grand event a week ago, and most of them couldn't make it at all. This is also to prepare for the surprise attack by the powerful from the navies of various countries and the major churches." Alger He watched the pirates unfocusedly bring out barrels of ale.

He knew that the Kingdom of Loen already had an epoch-making ironclad ship, but he was not worried that he would encounter it here, because it had only been four months, and the invincible fleet in the propaganda still needed more ironclad ships, requiring the cooperation of different types of ships. , It is necessary to train officers, sailors and gunners. Without more than a year of work, it is impossible to form a real combat power.

Just when Alger's thoughts were distracted, the pirates on the ship and the pier suddenly let out exclamations of alarm. Some rushed to the depths of the island, and some hurriedly steered the ship away from the pier, as if they were avoiding demons and plagues.

In just a few minutes, the bustling scene before was only chaos and silence.

Alger turned his head to look at the sea, and saw a ship painted black all over, with a huge white flag with a skull painted on it flying from its mast.

The base of the skull was pitch black, and there were faint blue flames burning in the eye sockets.

"The Black Death..." Alger whispered.

He understood why those pirates had to hide before.

Wherever "Vice Admiral Illness" Tracy went, there would always be people who fell ill for no apparent reason!

The "Black Death" slowly approached the shore, and a figure in a white linen shirt and a dark red coat appeared on the bow.

This is a rather beautiful lady, and a heroic one at the same time.

Her black and charming curly hair was coiled high, wrapped around a white headscarf, and her legs were wearing beige trousers that fit well. Her figure was slender, but graceful.

But the most attractive thing about this lady is her long and straight eyebrows and sharp and bright blue eyes.

While she was looking around, her eyes would occasionally lose focus, appearing hazy and extremely alluring.

A bard among the pirates came to the edge of the cliff at some point, and said in a groaning tone:

"She will always be a girl."

"She did bring the disease, oh, I'm sick, I'm all about her."

Some of the pirates who had left gathered together again, looking obsessively at Tracy, the "sick girl".

Alger endured his contempt, glanced at the pirates, and sneered in his heart:

"It's really a group of guys with no future and no will. Just now they knew how to avoid them, but now they are charmed by beauty."

"Although the girls with 'disease' are indeed beautiful, they are not to the extent they show, um... extraordinary ability in terms of charm?"

While his thoughts were spinning, "Vice Admiral Disease" Tracy left the "Black Death" and headed towards the dark palace deep in the island.

At this time, another huge sailboat appeared on the sea level, and the flag was an eye surrounded by ten stars, an eye without eyelashes.

"'Admiral of the Stars' Cattleya..." Argel nodded slightly, talking to himself silently.

Because the "Black Death" and other ships were already docked at the pier, the huge sailboat did not approach the shore, but went around to a sheltered cliff and anchored.

Immediately afterwards, the gloomy sky suddenly brightened, and a little bit of bright starlight sprinkled down, condensing a long transparent bridge in midair, leading from the huge sailboat to the long bridge deep in the palace.

A lady climbed onto the long bridge and just walked in mid-air just like that.

She was wearing a black classical robe with many symbols and magic symbols painted on it, the most obvious being a mysterious eye without eyelashes.

There are also items such as a planetarium and a short scepter hanging from the waist of this lady, just like a powerful wizard active in the Fourth Epoch in folklore.

Alger looked up for a while, suddenly frowned slightly, and said to himself in doubt:

"That planetarium feels very familiar to me..."

"It's like, it's like... that weird glass bottle that I got before for no use, that weird glass bottle that broke after I was pulled into the party by Mister Fool..."

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In the northern outskirts of Queens, Audrey led the maids and the golden retriever dog Susie into the manor that belonged to her.

"Miss, the goods from Enmat Port are just ahead." The steward in charge of the manor said respectfully.

"Okay." Audrey nodded slightly, half-jokingly said to the big golden retriever beside her, "Susie, this is your gift."

While talking, they turned a corner and saw the so-called gift.

It was a huge lizard whose skin would change in color according to the light. It was three meters long, and even if it was lying on its stomach, its height was at the same level as Audrey's knees.

Those are two behemoths, enough to scare a child into tears!

"Woof?" Susie yelled in bewilderment, turned her head to look at the master, and found that her expression was exactly the same as her own, obviously she didn't expect the gift to be so exaggerated.