Chapter 185
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"Oh?" Glenn's eyebrows slightly twitched as she heard the youth's words. She understood and felt warm in her heart. There was a trace of smile on her indifferent face.
The youth looked at her in surprise: "Is it true or false? Did you really attack him but you didn't kill him?"
Glenn raised her head and glanced at him, saying: "What else?"
"Who is this person? How could he escape your assassination?" The youth asked in an incredulous tone.
Glenn indifferently said: "He used to be a newcomer in our consortium. His magic marks are called 'The Defiler'. You should know that it is one of the strongest perceptual magic marks. It has a strong sense of smell in its primary stage. I don't know what other abilities it will have after the second mutation. But it should be a perceptual type. Unfortunately, the information in the atlas is too incomplete."
"The Defiler's magic marks?" The youth was surprised. He couldn't help but ask: "Your Black Weaver is a rare named monster. It has a strong concealment and assassination ability in its primary stage. Moreover, you are a senior hunter. Now after the second mutation, how could you be perceived by a first mutation?"
Glenn indifferently said: "There is a huge gap between rare magic marks. Moreover, the evaluation given by the inner wall may not be completely accurate. Sometimes some of the named monsters will be mutated and their abilities will be more difficult to figure out."
The youth sighed: "This is also true. But even if the sneak attack failed, you could still kill him by force, right?"
"I can but this kid is very cunning. If I continued to pursue then my identity would be exposed." Glenn indifferently said: "I don't want to take the risk."
The youth disagreed: "Even if it is exposed it doesn't matter. If the Ryan family doesn't have an intermediate hunter then they won't have the strength to compete with our consortium. They can only obediently admit defeat. Otherwise the Mellon consortium will bankrupt them."
"I have been criticized by the top. Do you want to come and enjoy yourself?" Glenn glanced at him.
The youth was surprised: "Well, let's eat! Let's eat!"
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Ryan Castle, in a room with simple decorations.
Old Fulin slowly pushed the door and came in. He saw Dudian lying on the bed. He said: "The textile factory will be finished by tonight. The difficult part is the recruitment of tailors. It will be difficult to gather enough people in a short time unless they are willing to pay a high price."
"Try to recruit as many as you can." Dudian looked at him: "Is there any movement from the Mellon consortium?"
Old Fulin smiled: "As you expected, the Mellon consortium has failed to assassinate you. So they are ready to use economic suppression. In this morning's newspaper, the news agency of the Mellon consortium reported that you were seriously injured and bedridden. The two aristocrats who wanted to join our consortium sent people early in the morning to withdraw their requests. As for the remaining aristocrats, two of them began to discredit our consortium under the instigation of the Mellon consortium. Our reputation in the outside world is very bad."
Dudian's eyes were deep as he looked at the vase in front of the window. He whispered: "Next, they will investigate our industry. They will take away our customers and completely strangle our economy."
Old Fulin couldn't help but look at him: "Since you have expected this, what should we do now?"
Dudian said: "Don't panic. They will start to take away the business of the other shops under your family. It will take a little time. You should take this opportunity to pick up the textile orders. If they intervene, then pick up the orders at a price lower than the market price. Even the Mellon consortium won't be able to suppress the expulsion of interests."
Fuli smiled bitterly and said, "If they are determined to intervene, these orders will also be stopped."
Dudian looked at him: "Isn't this good? The liquidated damages are enough for us to make a lot of money. "
"Uh …" Old Fulin came to his senses. He couldn't help but sigh: "It seems that I'm really old."
"If you want to retire then wait until this time." Dudian said to him: "Take advantage of the time to pick up the orders before they react."
"Alright." Old Fulin nodded and turned away.
The night was getting darker.
In the evening, after dinner.
Dudian was led by Old Fulin and his third son Sander to a factory on the outskirts of the Yard town. The factory was relatively spacious. There were dozens of newly purchased textile machines in the factory.
Old Fulin looked at Dudian: "What tools do you want? I have prepared them for you."
Dudian glanced at Sander: "After I finish the transformation, everyone must keep it a secret. Otherwise, the improved textile machines will soon appear in the eyes of other consortiums. Then we will lose our advantage."
Old Fulin nodded: "I know. I will keep it a secret."
Dudian saw that Old Fulin knew the seriousness of the matter so he didn't say anything more. In this era there was no patent protection except for alchemy. People generally didn't have copyright awareness so they could only rely on themselves to keep it a secret.
There was no difference in essence from the old era. No company would publish the core technology of their products. Once it was leaked it would be a devastating disaster.
Dudian came to a textile machine and opened the toolbox next to it. He adjusted the spinning wheel of the textile machine and at the same time erected the spindles. He made some modifications and increased the number of spindles from one to five. Moreover, all of them were erected on the textile machine.
He wound the cotton thread and placed all five spindles on a spinning wheel. Then, he pushed the spinning wheel. In an instant, all five spindles were spinning. Compared to the original spinning with a single spindle, the efficiency had increased by five times!
"This …" Old Fulin and Sander were stunned. They looked at the five cotton threads being spun at the same time. They didn't expect Dudian's improvement to be so fast and the effect to be so amazing!
"Is this the new textile machine that you improved?" Old Fulin stared at Dudian. As a businessman, he knew that this textile machine was a terrible money-making monster.
Dudian nodded slightly. This was his improvement. He had seen the knowledge when he was studying the blackfire formula. The improvement of the new textile machine wasn't complicated. However, it was this improved textile machine that opened the prelude to the steam era in the history of the old era. It pushed the inefficient manual era to the mechanical era!
"It's amazing!" Sander was amazed.
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