Chapter 186
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"Even one or two hundred spindles wouldn't be a problem if it's seriously improved, right?" Old Fulin's vision was sharp. He saw the key to the new textile machine. If the machine was large enough, it could accommodate hundreds of spindles. The textile efficiency would be increased by hundreds of times. It was an absolute miracle. It was equivalent to the workload of one person. It would be equivalent to the workload of hundreds of people. The overall textile efficiency within the giant wall would be improved to an appalling level.
Dudian said: "We need to rebuild a new textile machine to accommodate two hundred spindles. The old textile machine can't afford it. The new one will take at least ten days to complete. For the time being, we will use the improved primary version of the textile machine. The spindles can be increased to twenty. This is the limit of the textile machine." Dudian squatted down to continue the transformation.
Old Fulin sighed: "I didn't expect you to have such a talent. If there is a big consortium to cultivate you, you will certainly become an upper-class person." There was a trace of regret in his tone.
Dudian continued: "If you have the ability, then cultivate yourself. You don't need to rely on other people's wings to grow."
Old Fulin was startled: "What you said seems to be reasonable."
Sander lowered his head as he heard Dudian's words. He knew that Dudian was referring to something else.
Dudian asked: "How are the orders?"
"Today I went to all textile mills and textile chambers of commerce. There were a lot of orders." Old Fulin sighed: "I thought that there would be a backlog in my hands. But after seeing your new improved textile machine, I'm confident that I can finish all of them."
Dudian slightly frowned: "Continue to pick them up tomorrow. Pick up all the orders that can be picked up."
"Pick up?" Old Fulin was surprised: "Even if we use your new textile machine, it will take a long time to finish all the orders. We will lose money if we don't deliver the goods on time."
"No, believe me." Dudian firmly said.
Old Fulin and Sander looked at each other. They were at a loss. They didn't know where Dudian's confidence came from. Could it be that the new textile machine could be changed?
"Well, I'll try." Old Fulin couldn't change Dudian's mind.
The night deepened.
Old Fulin was old so he went back to rest after staying for a while. Sander stayed with Dean to accompany him.
Sander stood on the side. He didn't know how to talk with Dean. He wanted to sit down and rest, but he felt that it was impolite to see Dean working so hard. He could only stand on the side. His legs were sore.
Dean finished the sixth textile machine. He looked back at Sander: "Take a rest if you are tired."
Sandro was already drowsy from watching the battle, but he quickly reacted and said, "No, I'm fine." Other people in the family treated Dean as a hunter. Although their attitude was polite, but it was because Dean was the main source of income for the Ryan family. However, Sandro, who was regarded as the next patriarch by Old Fulin, knew that Dean was the mastermind of the consortium. The youth in front of him was the real master behind the consortium. The Ryan family was just a cover.
Dean didn't say much and continued to work.
The night passed.
Dean had finished the improvement of twenty-three textile machines. They were ready to put into work.
Dean asked the exhausted Sandro to call the tailors and get ready to start work. He continued to improve the remaining twenty or so textile machines. The sooner he finished the improvement, the sooner he could put them into work.
Soon, more than 30 tailors recruited by the Ryan consortium entered the factory under the leadership of Sandro.
Most of these tailors were in their twenties or thirties, and seven or eight of them were old men with white hair on their temples. After arriving at the factory, they immediately saw a set of strange textile machines in front of them. Each machine had twenty spindles standing upright, which was extremely eye-catching.
"Huh?" An experienced middle-aged tailor was a little surprised. He stepped forward to take a closer look, and the bewilderment on his face became more and more apparent. He tried to push the spinning wheel, and suddenly, the spinning wheel pulled twenty spindles, and the twenty cotton threads made a hissing sound.
"This …" Not only the middle-aged tailor was stunned, but the others who saw the scene were also completely stunned.
Sandro saw the astonishment on their faces. He couldn't help but think of the shock he and his father had felt last night. He clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention: "This is a new type of textile machine made by our family. From now on, you must follow the provisions of the contract. You must not leak the information about the textile machine!"
The tailors were startled. They understood why the requirements of the contract were so strange.
"What if I want to go home?" One of the tailors whispered.
Sandro said in a cold voice: "The contract is very clear. The duration of the contract is six months. After six months, you will naturally be allowed to go home."
"Six months to go home?" There was a commotion in the crowd.
Sandro frowned and indifferently said: "If you perform well, then you will get the opportunity to write a letter to your family."
The crowd gradually calmed down after hearing this. Although six months was a long time, but it was acceptable if they could write a letter. Moreover, the other party was a noble. They couldn't afford to provoke them.
Next, under the arrangement of Sandro, all of them entered their respective textile machines and began to work.
Cotton thread, cloth and other materials were consigned by carriages and sent to the factory.
"Who is this?" A young tailor was puzzled as he saw Dudian who was immersed in the textile machine.
Sandro came over and scolded: "This is not something you should ask. Do your own work!"
"Yes, yes." The young tailor was scared and quickly bowed his head. After Sandro left, he secretly looked at Dudian. He found that the boy who was a few years younger than him was actually improving the textile machine.
Other people also noticed this and were surprised. They didn't know where the Ryan family had hired this talented tailor.
The day passed quickly. All the textile machines had been improved by Dudian.
He left the textile factory and dragged his' sick 'body back to the bed in the castle to recuperate.
Old Fulin came in with the middle-aged maid. The latter gently placed some food on the table beside the bed.
After the middle-aged maid left, Dudian immediately grabbed the food and started to eat. He didn't have time to eat as he had been improving the textile machines for the whole day and night.
"You are really working hard." Old Fulin saw Dudian gobbling up the food: "Eat slowly. Is it enough?"
Dudian vaguely said while chewing: "Show me today's newspaper."
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