Chapter 184
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Old Fulin was startled: "How?"
"Do you know where we can get orders for textiles?" Dudian said: "I need a textile factory. Try your best to get a large one. Then get all the orders for textiles. We will make textiles and sell them together with the other product that the alchemist gave me. We will raise the money to rent the channels outside the giant wall as soon as possible."
Old Fulin was surprised: "Textiles? It will take a long time to earn a lot of money with the funds and manpower in our hands. "
"I have my own way." Dudian stared at him: "Remember to get all the orders that you can get. If I remember correctly, the rent for the channels outside the giant wall is 100,000 gold coins per year, right?"
"Yes." Old Fulin smiled: "I sold the mine in Red Leaf Mountain for less than 10,000 gold coins. For a family like ours, it would take us a lifetime to earn 100,000 gold coins."
A fallen aristocrat could barely maintain the expenses of an aristocrat even if they had some land and taxes. The income they could accumulate was not as much as a senior hunter. A senior hunter like Glenn could easily take out tens of thousands of gold coins. She could get a reward of tens of thousands of gold coins if she submitted a named beast. If it was a rare named beast then the reward would be several times or even ten times more!
Dudian whispered: "We can only make small profits but quick sales. If we use the previous textile production technology then the efficiency will be slow. Naturally it will be difficult to make money in a short period of time. But if we increase the efficiency by ten times or even a dozen times, then the speed of making money won't be too slow."
"Ten times?" Old Fulin was stunned: "How?"
"I will improve the textile machine." Dean said: "Hire some tailors as soon as possible and get ready to start work. Now that Mellon consortium has made their move, they will try to suppress us economically. If we don't raise money as soon as possible then all channels will be blocked in the future. The situation will be more dangerous. I hope you don't hide anything."
Old Fulin looked at him. He naturally understood the current situation. In fact, this was the situation he was most worried about. The Mellon consortium was a behemoth for them. They had too many forces and industries under their control. They could completely shut them out!
"I will do it as soon as possible." Old Fulin hesitated: "Improved textile machine? What kind of improvement? "
"You'll know when the time comes." Dean continued: "In addition, send your people to follow me tomorrow to take over the alchemy product. At present the workshop has entered the production stage. Although the efficiency isn't fast, but we can slowly sell it and make a name for ourselves."
Old Fulin wryly smiled: "Fame? How difficult is that? "
"Trust me." Dudian encouraged.
Old Fulin sighed. There was no other way but to believe in Dudian: "How about this? I will go and win over other nobles. Although they are declining nobles, but we can share some of the burden. Speaking of which, after the last gathering, there were two families that wanted to join our consortium, but I haven't given them a reply yet. Their request is a bit too much. If I talk to them later, I should be able to lower their request. "
"Don't think about it." Dudian shook his head: "I said that we don't need other nobles to join us unless they are comparable to the Mel family. If they are willing to join us, then they won't make excessive demands. Other nobles can provide too little help and it will affect our efficiency. Sometimes more people doesn't mean more power. Garbage is garbage, but when they gather together, it will become a garbage heap."
Old Fulin smiled as he saw Dudian's decisive attitude: "Well, I can only pray that your alchemy product will create a good fortune."
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The next day.
Old Fulin called the butler early in the morning. He led the servants and guards to the small workshop that Dudian had told him about. Old Fulin called his third son, a middle-aged gentleman with short brown hair. His name was Sandro. He was the next successor of Old Fulin. Old Fulin ordered Sandro to clean up the family's fruit packaging factory and turn it into a textile factory.
The entire Ryan Castle felt the severity and urgency from Old Fulin. Especially Old Fulin's four children. Their trusted maids had told them about Dudian's injury last night. Sandro and Jake were more concerned about the changes in the family. They had faintly speculated some things and felt the crisis that the family was facing.
Dudian was lying in a guest room in the Ryan Castle. He claimed to be recuperating from his injuries.
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Mellon Consortium, Hunter's Headquarters.
A young man and a woman were sitting opposite each other in a luxurious dining room. They looked like an ordinary couple. However, if one looked closely, they would notice that there were some strange scars on their fingers and wrists. They weren't as smooth as ordinary people's.
"I heard that the consortium had sent you to assassinate an intermediate hunter?" The youth cut the steak and put it into his mouth. He looked at the woman opposite him: "No wonder Rudolph didn't want to believe it. Even I didn't believe it."
The woman was Glenn. She gently took a sip of red wine: "I've done it. It's up to him to believe it or not. What can he do to me if he doesn't believe it?"
The youth helplessly smiled: "After all, we are just vassals of the aristocracy. Occasionally we have to pay attention to the views of these guys. Do you remember Gerber? He was killed by these guys. Although they love money, but they are arrogant. It's better not to offend them."
Glenn's face sank. The knife in her hand suddenly broke.
The youth didn't say anything as he saw this. He decided to change the topic: "Recently I heard that Huasheng consortium encountered an unknown monster outside the giant wall. They suffered heavy losses. Two intermediate hunters were killed and one senior hunter was seriously injured. Do you think they encountered a rare adult monster?"
Glenn indifferently said: "Then you have to be careful. You don't have the ability to protect yourself."
The youth shrugged his shoulders: "Anyway, it's not in our consortium's territory. Otherwise those crazy madmen would definitely ask us to help them hunt the monster."
Glenn indifferently said: "The monster isn't dead. Who knows when it will run into our territory."
"Then we can only pray to the God of Light." The youth smiled. He saw that the maid had delivered the newspaper on time. He reached out and took it. After a moment, he was surprised: "Ryan family's subordinate hunter was injured? Bedridden? "
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