Ding!
Klein rode the bicycle that Leppard had just completed and circled the lawn behind his house a few times.
"Not bad, just as I expected. However, there's no need to make a separate bell. When encountering a situation, it's very difficult for the rider to free his hand. It's completely possible to combine the bell with the handlebar. That way, it'll be more convenient, concise, and more in line with the laws of development." Klein gripped the brakes with his right hand, causing the bicycle to quickly slow down and come to a stop.
At the same time, he placed the bell in his left hand back to its original position.
Leppard thought for a few seconds.
"Yes, that's how it should be. I was simply imitating a carriage bell and forgot that this is a brand new mode of transportation."
Having said that, he watched in puzzlement as Klein skillfully got off the bicycle and set up the frame.
"You give me the feeling that you've ridden a similar mode of transportation before, and you rode it very well … I'm sure that the other bicycles on the market have huge flaws, and they're clearly different from mine."
Do you know about bike sharing … As a Clown, I should actually be riding a unicycle … Klein silently lampooned and smiled.
"This has nothing to do with experience. Excellent balance and athleticism are the key.
He then changed the topic and said, "But from what you just said, the cost is rather high, and it conflicts quite a bit with the positioning of our product. You have to come up with a plan as soon as possible to reduce the cost. You have to know that nobles, tycoons, and other members of high society definitely won't choose to ride their own bicycles. It's undignified. It's the same for middle-class people with an annual income of more than 300 pounds."
"Our target is petty clerks, postmen, and so-called worker nobles, which is the class with an annual income of 70 to 300 pounds."
"This is only a 'prototype.' Yes, it's a term invented by Rosell The Great. It's normal for the cost to be high. If the subsequent factory phase goes smoothly, I think it won't be a problem to lower it to six pounds. It would be even better if we can find a cheap material that can replace natural rubber. That's the most expensive part," Leppard replied after some thought.
Unfortunately, this World hasn't discovered petroleum yet … I wonder if there's any … Can refined coal tar replace it in some way? I don't understand at all. I'm not in this line of work, nor am I a Savant … Klein thought for a moment.
"If the cost can be kept below 4 pounds, then we'll be rich. As for the cheap material to replace natural rubber, you can look through Rosell's manuscripts. Maybe he has some ideas."
Leppard grunted softly and suddenly said, "Yes.
"Speaking of this, I just remembered that there will be a Rosell The Great memorial exhibition next week. It will be held at the Royal Museum! It's hosted by the Church of Steam and Machinery. It's said that the original manuscripts of Rosell The Great's inventions and various relics will be there. "
Invention manuscripts and all kinds of relics? Klein's heart palpitated when he heard that.
"When exactly? I'm very interested. "
"Next Tuesday to next Friday, 9 am to 6 pm every day. Although Rosell The Great was once an enemy of the kingdom, the charm of his legendary life will not diminish because of that."
"I'll take the time to see the exhibition." Klein took out his bulging wallet and took out two ten-pound and two five-pound notes. "This is the second installment. Use it to study how to reduce the cost and make the most perfect application at the patent office. If you don't have a lawyer you're familiar with, I can introduce you to one. The last 20 pounds will be given to you next week. Use it to find new investors and complete the industrialization of the product. Of course, I'll also help you contact people who are interested."
He had never thought of monopolizing the profits of the bicycle. First of all, he lacked the money for large-scale production. Second, he believed that he didn't have enough connections in the factory, marketing, and sales. If he forced himself to do it or hired someone, it would be a waste of time and effort and might not succeed. He might even suffer a loss. In that case, it was better to introduce new investors with similar resources and channels.
In addition, and more importantly, this way, he would have a chance to cash in a certain amount of shares in advance, saving up some cash for the resources needed to advance to Faceless in the future. He didn't want to have the money to buy it when he encountered it.
Besides, I've never thought of becoming a bicycle tycoon. My identity is sensitive. Before I become a Faceless, I have to stay away from matters that might become the focus of society … I'll be playing the role of Magicians, not Businessman or Factory Owner … Klein sighed inwardly.
"I know a few solicitors," Leppard mumbled and took the second installment of investment. Leppard grumbled and took the second installment. "Why don't you apply for a loan from the bank? When we get the patent, I believe there will definitely be banks that will lend us money, such as Baekeland Bank or Varvat Bank. "
"We're not only bringing in investment, but also channels, connections, and capabilities. Do you understand?" Klein explained with a smile. He then put on his hat and said, "After you apply for the patent, send me a letter. You know my address."
...
On the Sonia Sea, there was an island with an extinct volcano.
Ships with masts and sails docked one after another, filling the not-so-small dock.
The pirates' singing, roaring, laughing, cursing, and cheering sounded incessantly, turning the place into a sea of revelry.
The Hanging Man, Alger Wilson, walked down the Blue Avenger and climbed a cliff not far away, quietly watching everything.
"Apart from the four kings and the seven admirals, the other pirates only received news of this event a week ago. Most of them won't be able to make it in time. This is also to prevent the various navies and experts of the various Churches from ambushing us." Alger's mind wasn't focused as he watched the pirates bring out barrels of ale.
He knew that the Rouen Kingdom already had an epoch-making ironclad warship, but he wasn't worried about encountering one here. This was because it had only been four months, and the Invincible Armada in the news still needed more ironclad warships. It needed different types of ships to work together, as well as the training of officers, sailors, and cannoneers. Without more than a year of work, it was impossible to form a true combat force.
Just as Alger's thoughts were wandering, the pirates on the ship and dock suddenly let out exclamations. Some ran deep into the island, while others hurriedly steered their ships away from the dock, as though they were avoiding a devil or a plague.
In just a few minutes, the bustling scene from before was reduced to a mess and silence.
Alger turned his head to look out at the sea and saw a ship painted completely black. On its mast was a huge white flag with a skull painted on it.
The skull was pitch-black in color, and its eye sockets burned with ghostly-blue flames.
"Black Death …" Alger muttered.
He understood why the pirates had been avoiding her.
Wherever Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy passed, there would always be people who would fall sick for some baffling reason!
The Black Death slowly docked as a figure wearing a white linen shirt and a dark red coat appeared at the bow of the ship.
She was a rather beautiful lady, and at the same time, one that exuded a heroic aura.
Her raven-black curly hair was coiled up high with a white headscarf wrapped around it. She wore beige trousers that fitted her body. Her figure was slender, but there was no lack of beauty in it.
And the most eye-catching thing about this lady was her long, straight eyebrows and sharp, bright blue eyes.
As she looked around, her eyes would occasionally lose focus, appearing misty and extremely alluring.
At some point in time, a wandering poet who was mixed in with the pirates had come to the edge of the cliff.
He said in a moaning tone, "She will forever be a maiden."
"She indeed brought ailments. Oh, I'm sick. My mind is filled with her."
A number of the pirates who had left gathered again as they looked at Ailment Maiden Tracy in infatuation.
Alger held back his feelings of contempt as he glanced at the pirates and scoffed inwardly.
What a bunch of fellows with no future and no will. They just knew how to avoid her a moment ago, but now, they've been charmed by her beauty.
Although Ailment Maiden is indeed very beautiful, it's not to the extent of what they've shown. Hmm … Beyonder powers related to charm?
As his thoughts raced, Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy left the Black Death and headed for the pitch-black palace deep in the island.
At this moment, another gigantic sailboat appeared on the surface of the sea. Its flag was an eye with ten stars circling it, an eye without eyelashes.
Admiral of Stars Cattleya … Alger nodded gently as he muttered silently.
As the Black Death and other ships were already docked at the dock, the gigantic sailboat didn't approach the shore. Instead, it circled to a cliff that was sheltered from the wind and anchored.
Following that, the gloomy sky suddenly lit up as resplendent starlight scattered down, condensing into a long, transparent bridge in midair. It was a long bridge that led from the gigantic sailboat to the palace deep in the island.
A lady stepped onto the long bridge and strolled in midair.
She wore a black classic robe with many symbols and magic labels painted on it. The most obvious one was a mysterious eye without eyelashes.
By the lady's waist hung an astral globe, a short scepter, and other items. She looked like a powerful warlock who was active in the Fourth Epoch.
Alger looked up for a while and suddenly frowned. He muttered to himself in puzzlement,
He muttered to himself in puzzlement, That astral globe gives me a very familiar feeling …
It's just like, just like … the strange glass bottle I previously obtained of unknown use. It was the strange glass bottle that shattered after I was pulled into the gathering by Mr. Fool …
…
In the suburbs north of Empress Borough, Audrey led her maids and her golden retriever, Susie, into her manor.
"Miss, the goods from Enmat Harbor are just up ahead," the butler in charge of the manor said respectfully.
"Alright." Audrey nodded slightly and half-jokingly said to the golden retriever beside her, "Susie, this is your gift."
As they spoke, they turned a corner and saw the so-called gift.
It was a gigantic lizard whose skin would change color according to the light. It was three meters long, and even though it was lying down, it was at the same height as Audrey's knee.
They were two behemoths, behemoths that could scare a child to tears!
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