Chapter 189
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Mount Erdos, Burong family.
Rudolph was in the study room of the castle. He carefully read the letter in his hand. His eyebrows wrinkled: "Old Fulin wants to rely on textiles to start his business? His appetite is very good! Isn't he afraid that he won't be able to digest so many orders? " He looked at the butler next to him: "How is the investigation going? How many factories do they have?"
The middle-aged butler respectfully replied: "Only one. Old Fulin transformed the old factory that used to package fruits into a medium-sized one."
"They won't be able to make waves with just one factory. There must be a secret factory somewhere else." Rudolph flatly said: "Immediately send someone to investigate. The last time this old man came here he was very healthy. He won't fall into senile disease. He dares to take so many orders so he must be sure that there is something fishy going on."
The butler nodded: "I'll go back and check."
"I heard that the Scott consortium has made a new move recently?" Rudolph looked at him.
The butler replied: "It is said that they want to develop a new industry. Recently they have been renting shops all over the commercial district. But they are renting small shops. The rent isn't high so it should be a small industry."
"Small industry must be strangled!" Rudolph said in a cold voice: "Tell the Mel family that we are pressuring the Scott consortium's mining industry. They want to use other industries to alleviate the financial crisis. We must try our best to stop them."
"Yes." The butler replied.
"Yes." Rudolph suddenly said: "Did Saya come several times recently?"
The butler replied: "Yes. She came to play with the Miss."
Rudolph's eyes were slightly cold: "Play? Don't think that the little guy is too simple. Recently she has been very close to the Milan family."
The butler was startled. He hesitated: "Master, does the Mel consortium want to …"
"Humph, they won't do it openly. The consortium has to maintain the balance of power. Burong family's industry is much stronger than that of Milan family. They are just playing around. That kid of Milan family is a knight, but his brain is very simple. He is doomed to be eliminated." Rudolph snorted: "Send someone to keep an eye on Saya. Don't let her talk nonsense to Miss. That little girl doesn't have good intentions."
"I understand." The butler understood.
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In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
In the training ground behind the Ryan Castle.
The four targets were fixed two hundred meters away, and the arrows flew past them one by one, piercing through the targets.
The arrow whistled through the air and hit the bullseye.
Dean put away the bow and took the towel from the attendant next to him. He wiped the sweat off his face and moved his arms. He had been running around since he was released from the prison. The nail wound under his shoulder blade hadn't healed. Now after a period of recuperation, the wound had completely healed. However, he would occasionally feel a dull pain when he pulled the bow. The bone inside the wound was still cracked.
"With my arm strength, I can shoot a target that is three hundred meters away. But if I want to shoot a target that far then the requirements for the bowstring is too high. General bows are made from rope, beginner hunter's bow is made from beast tendons. Advanced bows are made from the tendons of some special monsters. The tendons and tendons are very strong. Unfortunately, such advanced bows are very expensive. At least thousands of gold coins."
Dean put away the bow. He couldn't help but feel regret in his heart. The bow he was using was left behind by an intermediate knight during the glory days of the Ryan family. For him, it was barely suitable.
"I haven't used the bow for three years. Fortunately, I had a good foundation." Dean glanced at the targets two hundred meters away. He turned and left the training ground. His identity was now that he was a hunter of the Ryan family. Naturally, he had to practice his hunting skills.
Back to the castle, the servant brought him tea.
Dean drank a few mouthfuls and went to the second floor to find Old Fulin. He closed the door and asked: "How is the progress of the factory?"
Old Fulin was reading a report on the table with a magnifying glass. His face showed a bit of sadness as he heard Dean's words: "The progress is a bit slow. Although the efficiency of the improved new textile machine is high, but the quantity is too small. I have received forty-three orders, but I have completed sixteen of them. I have earned about eight thousand gold coins. Of the remaining twenty-seven orders, I estimate that more than a dozen won't be completed within the specified time."
Dean smiled: "It's not urgent. Go and rent a factory in a few days. Send a few servants and guards to keep your whereabouts secret."
"Rent a factory?" Old Fulin was surprised: "I'm afraid that it will be difficult to manage two factories with the number of guards in my hands. Moreover, the movement of two factories will be too big. It will be easy for the secret to be leaked."
Dean smiled: "Even if we maintain the current situation, the secret will be leaked sooner or later. Mellon consortium will know that we have completed sixteen orders in just half a month. They won't be laughing at us like before. If they send hunters to spy on us or bribe our guards, then it will be easy for them to know that there is something strange going on."
Old Fulin thought for a moment and sighed: "Indeed."
"In the next few days, continue to take orders. The more the better." Dean said.
"Do I have to take orders?" Old Fulin was stunned.
Dean smiled: "It's money. Don't you want to earn it?"
Old Fulin was startled for a moment. He suddenly thought of something and couldn't help but laugh.
Meanwhile, the next morning, Barton and others who had been sent by Dean returned the letters.
Since the three of them had left the castle, they had written back almost every three days to report the situation they had tracked.
Dean put the breakfast aside, opened the letter, and quickly read it. His eyes lit up as he put away the letter. He took out a match from his body and ignited it to burn the letter.
Dean quickly ate his breakfast and called the servants to help him prepare the carriage.
Dudian told the coachman an address and the carriage slowly moved away.
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Commercial district, Lido Avenue.
This was a very prosperous area. People who lived in the commercial district basically knew about this place. The reason why this avenue was famous was because of the top Moulin Rouge here. The scale was huge. From morning to night, there was endless singing and dancing. Music came from the Moulin Rouge. When passing through the gate, one could feel the warm atmosphere inside.
It was a paradise for male aristocrats.
A carriage came and stopped in front of the gate. Dean jumped out of the carriage and looked around. He saw a brightly dressed teenager standing on the street. It was Barton.
Barton saw Dean and quickly ran over: "You are here. Today is a holiday. He is here again."
Dean nodded slightly and looked at Barton's dress: "Very good."
Barton's face turned red: "I bought it in order to get inside."
"Learning to use money is a skill." Dean patted him on the shoulder to express his gratification and then walked along the steps.
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