Chapter 206
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In the blink of an eye, three days passed.
In the past few days, the Ryan Castle was restored to its former tranquility. Everything was carried out in an orderly manner. Three days ago, Miss Jenny of the Burong family came over. It alarmed the entire Ryan Castle, but eventually she was taken back by her housekeeper. This matter was even known by other consortia. News agencies published it to speculate whether the Mellon consortium and the New World consortium had any cooperation.
On the training ground, Dean was learning how to shoot spiral arrows. However, the starting point of the idea was good, but the actual practice was extremely difficult. Especially after practicing with spiral arrows and then shooting with ordinary arrows, the accuracy would be greatly reduced. Although he could adjust it quickly, but it also meant that he couldn't freely switch between the two arrows on the battlefield.
This was unacceptable to Dean. He knew that if he was given time and a lot of practice, he would be able to freely switch between the two arrows. But in the current situation, at most in half a year he would be able to raise enough gold coins to rent the passage outside the giant wall. Mastering a skill in such a short period of time was completely a pipe dream.
"Is the spiral arrow a wrong idea?" Dean gradually had such doubts, but when he thought of the firearms, he was sure of his own idea: "When the bullet is shot, it rotates. This originates from the spiral rifling inside the pistol. There should be a reason for this. If the bullet doesn't rotate, it will be subjected to air resistance friction and will continue to decelerate. Moreover, the bullet is petite, so it will rotate to stabilize the trajectory!"
"The rotation is correct, but I can't always control the wind direction and lose control of the shot." Dean held the arrow and fell into contemplation. Suddenly, he saw the spiral pattern on the arrow. There was a slight difference in the proportion with the other. He could not help but be stunned. "Is the spiral pattern not neat?"
He picked up the other forged arrows and looked at them. He found that there was more or less a slight imbalance in the proportion of the spiral pattern. Some places were slightly deeper and some were slightly wider. He suddenly woke up: "This spiral arrow is not made by machinery, but artificially cast. It is inevitable that there will be slight deviations unless the spiral arrow is forged with the same proportion. But in this case, it needs a top blacksmith."
Any profession that reached the pinnacle was extremely difficult to obtain, and a common profession like blacksmithing was no exception.
"It seems that I won't be able to practice spiral arrow for a while." Dean sighed and could only give up. He didn't have the mood to practice and returned to the castle.
As soon as he returned, Old Fulin found him and called him to his study room.
"Mellon consortium finally made a move." Old Fulin looked at Dudian after closing the door.
Dean's eyes narrowed: "What is it?"
"Today, we received news from a few customers that our orders have been canceled." Old Fulin said: "They should have inquired about our new textile machine. Although they won't be able to imitate it for a while, but they will certainly prevent us from using it to make money and disrupt our economy."
Dean slowly nodded: "Since these orders have been breached, the deposit is ours."
There was a smile on Old Fulin's face: "Yes, we listened to you and received a lot of orders. They have greatly exceeded our textile output. Although we will lose some money, but we can earn the deposit. However, they should soon send someone to inquire about the manufacturing method of the new textile machine. If we manufacture it, then it is equivalent to giving our golden eggs to other chicken nests."
Dean's mouth curved: "You don't have to worry about this matter. The new textile machine isn't something that any consortium can control independently. It's like a match. Sooner or later it will spread to the three districts. Since we can't hide it, we will sell it to other consortiums. It will be like selling matches. We will earn ready money."
Old Fulin nodded: "I have the same idea. I want to discuss it with you."
Dean said: "But if we want to sell it, the share can't be less than 30%. Of course, unless they are willing to pay 100,000 gold coins in one go."
Old Fulin knew that the new textile machine was their last card to make money. He said in a dignified tone: "I will talk about it. 100,000 gold coins is the lowest price. If you replace the old textile machine with the same amount of money, then the speed of making money will reach an appalling level. They will certainly be willing to pay."
Dean shook his head: "The potential of the textile machine is unlimited, but the market is limited. If the textile output is too much, then the price will depreciate. Moreover, there is a limit to the demand within the giant wall. If the demand is met, then even the best textile machine is equivalent to scrap iron. So don't ask for too much. As long as it is not lower than the bottom line."
Old Fulin was startled for a moment. He said: "If you didn't say it, then I would have ignored it." He couldn't help but feel lucky.
"Go and do it." Dean said.
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Mellon consortium's headquarters. The highest conference room.
There were more than 20 figures sitting on the edge of a huge oval table in the conference hall. Some of them were young, some of them were gray-haired, some of them were unruly leaning on the back of the chair, and some of them were meticulously and modestly sitting upright.
Two figures entered the conference room. One was a middle-aged man and the other was an old man. Their clothes were embroidered with family badges. They were Mel family and Burong family.
"Everyone." Rudolph looked around at the crowd: "Today Mr. George and I have called everyone here because the consortium is preparing to launch a new invention. This is a new type of textile machine. It will greatly increase the textile output. I hope that everyone will promote it in their own industries after the launch. We need to seize all the markets as soon as possible!" Rudolph looked at the crowd: "That's right.
Everyone looked at each other as they heard his words. One of them, an old man with a crooked back, said in a hoarse voice: "New textile machine? As far as I know, there hasn't been a new improvement in the textile machine for many years. Mr. Rudolph, how much can this new textile machine increase the textile output? Is it one-third? Or double? "
Rudolph looked at him and faintly smiled: "There should be a zero or even ten zeros behind it."
Everyone was surprised.
George who was next to him smiled: "This new textile machine can increase the textile output by a hundred times or even two hundred times. In theory, there is no upper limit!"
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