Chapter 204
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"How is the sales of Scott consortium's matches?" Dudian closed the newspaper and asked Old Fulin.
Old Fulin said: "After the last contract was signed, they have discussed the operation plan. They have promoted the role of the 'match' in various industries in the commercial district and residential district. The effect of the match is really good. The only problem is that the consumption is too fast and the price is a bit expensive. The sales in the residential district didn't spread like wildfire. But in the commercial district, the sales performance is excellent. In just a few days, the reputation of the match has spread. The financial newspapers have been reporting about the match every day. They call it the 'magical ignition'."
Dudian nodded. After all, the Scott consortium was an old consortium that could compete with the Mellon consortium. They had fully expanded the market value of matches. In a short period of time, even if other consortia found alchemists to deconstruct the composition of matches and wanted to make new ones to sell, the sales volume wouldn't be able to be compared with the Scott consortium. At most they would be able to seize 10 to 20 percent of the market share.
"How much money can we get?" Dudian asked. This was the most important question.
Old Fulin laughed: "The first month's sales haven't been calculated yet. I estimate that it will be at least a thousand gold coins per month."
Dudian nodded. The price of matches was cheap. It was extremely good that they could get thousands of gold coins per month. It was a sky-high price that ordinary residents couldn't earn in their lifetime.
"Including the textile mill's money and your compensation, it is estimated that we can accumulate 100,000 gold coins in half a year. That's enough to rent the passage outside the giant wall!" Old Fulin laughed. Once the passage outside the giant wall was rented, the door to wealth would be completely opened. At that time, he would be able to cultivate scavengers. Dudian would clean up the area for the scavengers to pick up. Once the accumulated funds were sufficient, he would be able to recruit more hunters. The gold coins would be like a rolling snowball.
Dudian slightly nodded, but there was some sigh in his heart. Half a year was too long. However, he could use this time to train himself. He had learned hunting skills three years ago, but now he was unfamiliar with them. He had to upgrade his skills to the level of an intermediate hunter as soon as possible. Otherwise, it would be too disadvantageous for him to rely on his own strength to hunt.
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Burong family, second floor of the manor.
Rudolph sat on the balcony after breakfast. The maid gently massaged his shoulders. He crossed his legs as he read the newspapers from various news agencies. It was like a childhood lesson. Rudolph had to do it every day.
"Someone framed the Milan consortium. I don't know who the real murderer is …" Rudolph thought as he read the newspaper. He believed that the Milan family wouldn't be stupid enough to assassinate a deacon of the magistrate unless there was a secret that he didn't know.
"Master." Outside, the housekeeper quickly walked in and said, "Just now, the people sent to keep an eye on the young lady replied. Not long after the young lady arrived at the court, she took a car and left the court alone. No colleagues followed her."
Rudolph frowned: "Where did he go?"
"I'm not sure yet." The butler shook his head and said, "Head towards the west."
"Western District?" Rudolph frowned as he thought for a moment. Suddenly he thought of something: "Prepare a carriage and go to the Ryan Castle to pick up Miss. If she resists then bring her back by force!"
The butler was startled. He quickly nodded and said, "Yes." He turned and left in a hurry.
"Troublesome brat!" Rudolph's face was gloomy as he asked the maid to bring him a cup of hot coffee.
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In the Ryan Castle, on the training ground.
This training ground was used for the daily training of the knights and squires of the Ryan Castle. But now it was Dean's training ground. Dean had come to the training ground to train. His arm had been pierced by a steel nail. After a period of recuperation, it had almost healed. He asked the waiter to adjust the target position. He kept pulling the bow and shooting. Every arrow hit the bull's eye.
Some knights and squires who were on vacation had come to the training ground to watch Dean's training. They were curious about the hunters who were going to fight outside the giant wall. At the moment when they saw Dean's archery skills, there was a burst of cheers.
Dean wasn't affected by the cheers. He was concentrating on the bull's eye. He felt the trajectory of the arrow as he shot. In addition, he had asked the butler to help him make two bundles of spiral arrows. The arrowheads were made of lead and had high density. They were heavier than iron arrowheads. They could shoot farther and the destructive power was more amazing.
Although it was the era of cold weapons, but the skills were extremely complex. It didn't mean that one's arm strength was strong enough to pull the bow and shoot farther. The weight of the bow and the bowstring as well as the arrows all had a vital impact on the accuracy and distance.
Suddenly a waiter came to Dean's side as Dean was repeatedly practicing.: "Mr Dean, someone is looking for you."
"Who?" Dean didn't stop.
"It's Miss Jenny from the Burong family." The waiter said.
Dean loosened his fingers and the arrow pierced through the air. It was nailed to the target. The tip of the arrow shook violently.
After a moment of silence, Dean slowly put down the bow and said: "Say you don't want to see her."
The waiter was surprised. Jenny was the daughter of the Burong family. Everyone knew how terrifying the power of the Burong family was. How could the daughter of the Burong family be refused? However, he nodded and left. After all, he was carrying the rice bowl of the Ryan family. Naturally he had to listen to the words of the Ryan family.
After the waiter left, Dean put down the bow and picked up the arrow. His fingers gently rubbed the arrowhead.
After a moment, the waiter returned and said to Dean: "Mr Dean, she said that you don't want to see her. She has been waiting outside until you see her."
Dean slightly frowned. His face was slightly cold. He put down the arrow and turned to leave the training ground.
All the way to the gate, Dean saw the carriage parked on the hillside outside the manor. There was a girl in formal dress standing in front of the carriage. She was tiptoeing as she saw Dean coming to the door. There was a bit of joy on her face.
Dean looked at the girl from afar. After three years, the girl had faded a little bit of the original girl. There was a bit of a young girl's aura. The outline of her cheeks was vaguely like before. She was more beautiful and moving.
He stared at her for a moment and went straight to the carriage.
After three years, Jenny saw Dean again. The boy from three years ago was now tall and thin. His body was straight and his appearance was more handsome. However, the lines on his face were a bit more indifferent. His pair of black eyes were like the stars in the dark. She looked at Dean step by step. Her mood was complex. She felt guilty, sad and self-blame.
"I'm sorry." Her eyes were red as she saw Dean coming closer. She whispered: "I read the newspaper. You were wronged. I … I'm sorry!" She knew how much damage she had caused to the boy. No words could make up for it.
Dean quietly looked at her. After a moment of silence, he shook his head: "I don't blame you for this. Now that things have passed, the past won't come together. I have received your apology. From now on, we don't owe each other anything."
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