Chapter 182
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"So, what was the reason why he attacked me?" Dudian asked.
Old Fulin pondered for a moment: "I remember that two years ago, the Milan family seemed to be preparing for a marriage with the Burong family. I don't know if it was because of this matter."
"Marriage?" Dudian was startled. After a moment, he asked: "What was the result?"
"It didn't work." Old Fulin shook his head: "Miss Jenny of the Burong family didn't agree. In addition, the Mel family may have secretly intervened to prevent the marriage. After all, once the marriage between the Milan family and the Burong family is successful, it will form a greater force. The Mel family is the most disadvantageous one in the consortium. Although the Mel family and the Burong family are friends, but the grudges between the nobles are difficult to explain in a few words."
Dudian looked at him: "No wonder the Mel family and the Milan family have come to make trouble today. The Mel family's daughter is young but she doesn't look as simple and ignorant as she looks."
Old Fulin smiled: "No matter how cunning the fox is, it will eventually be defeated by experience."
Dudian nodded and admitted that this was the truth.
"But today you have humiliated the Milan family in front of them. They won't let you go." Old Fulin sighed: "Although we are independent from the Mellon consortium, but occasionally we can endure it."
Dudian said: "Some I can endure, but some don't deserve to be endured. There is a word called self-humiliation. The Milan family won't spread today's matter. They won't be able to accuse me of offending the nobles. They will only play tricks behind the scenes. But even if we are polite, we shouldn't pray for others to attack since they are hostile."
Old Fulin looked at him. He always had an illusion that he wasn't talking to a teenager, but a mature adult in his thirties. He couldn't help but think of some outstanding figures in history. Most of them showed amazing talent in certain aspects when they were children.
Perhaps the talent of the youth in front of him would become an outstanding figure in the future, but it would be by no means positive.
"The Milan family cares about their face, so they won't spread it out." Old Fulin looked at Dudian and said: "But there is no impenetrable wall in the world. The news that you can easily defeat an intermediate knight will spread to the whole circle. Although it won't be reported in the newspapers, but you will become famous in the circle. However, being famous may not be a good thing."
Dudian said: "Mellon consortium should take immediate measures. In any case, we have to make money as soon as possible. We have to rent our own passage and cultivate our own hunters."
Old Fulin smiled: "I can only rely on you."
Dudian nodded. He got up and said goodbye as he thought about the small workshop: "I'll go back first."
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By the time he left the Ryan Castle, it was already late and the curfew time had arrived.
Dudian's carriage was decorated with the flag of the Ryan family. There were curfew soldiers on the road, but they weren't stopped.
Back to the small workshop, Dudian checked the materials and confirmed that there were no errors. Then he lay down on the container and went to sleep.
The next day.
Dudian went to the slave market in the western part of the commercial district. He spent twenty silver coins to pick twenty slaves. Most of the slaves were of the Blanc race. They were healthy. There were ten men and ten women. Their age ranged from eighteen to twenty-five years old.
Most of the people who sold the slaves were aristocrats, bankrupt wealthy merchants, depressed knights and so on. They couldn't support too many slaves and servants, so they could only consign them for sale.
Dudian didn't directly transfer the ownership of the slaves to his name, but to the Ryan family. He took the slaves to the small workshop that he had rented. He taught them the simple production process. Each person only needed to learn how to make their own environment.
Dudian selected a middle-aged man called Harrison, who was a butler of a knight family. He replaced him to manage the workshop.
Throughout the day, Dudian taught the slaves how to make and supervised their work.
In the evening, Dudian counted the finished goods. There were less than a thousand boxes.
"The cost of the materials is about two silver coins. If I want to sell the matches quickly, I have to enter the market at a very low price. Each box is two copper coins. One thousand boxes is twenty silver coins. The revenue ratio is ten to one." Dudian calculated in his mind.
Yes, the first thing he made was the match.
Although in alchemy, the match was not classified as a forbidden technique like explosives. The alchemy structure of the match was relatively simple. Yellow phosphorus, red phosphorus and other basic materials could be used and combined. But in this period without electricity, the match could quickly replace the fire sickle!
After all, the ignition efficiency of the fire sickle was slow and the weight was heavy. These two points would be defeated by the advantage of the match.
Although the match was only a small item, but it was a consumable. It meant that there would always be a demand. Once the match replaced the position of the fire sickle, the money earned would not be inferior to other precious items.
"Twenty silver coins a day is too slow. Ten days is only two gold coins." Dudian thought about the previous production process. The work efficiency of the twenty slaves was very fast. The reason why only one thousand boxes were made was that the process of cutting the matchsticks took the most time. Ten slaves cutting the matchsticks couldn't catch up with the speed of the others making the matchsticks and the boxes.
"I have to build a machine to cut the matchsticks." Dudian thoughtfully said, "But the emergence of machinery is bound to be noticed by people. Then they will start to research and develop it. Other consortia can rely on their powerful financial resources and channels to make me the inventor unable to find any market. I can only starve to death."
"In that case, it is better to personally open up the steam era." Dudian's eyes were secretly firm. If others copied his products, then he would make sure that the speed of copying couldn't catch up with the speed of his invention!
After renting a few dilapidated houses for the slaves to live in, Dudian returned overnight to the Ryan Castle.
The carriage had just entered the Yard town. Suddenly, the horses in front of the carriage screamed in panic. The carriage was shaking from side to side. The coachman was worried that he would disturb Dudian. He angrily waved his whip and shouted.
Dudian came back to his senses. He lifted the curtain and looked out. There was nothing on the street in the dark night.
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