Chapter 227
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"Master." At this time, the butler gently knocked on the door.
"Come in." Old Fulin turned to look at the middle-aged butler: "What's the matter?"
"Master, Mr. John is waiting for you in the hall." The middle-aged butler bowed.
Old Fulin was startled for a moment but nodded: "I'll go down." He told Dudian to take care of his body. Then he let the butler help him to leave.
After reading the hunter's newspaper, Dean continued to read other newspapers. He found out that his new textile machine had spread to various regions due to the competition between the two giants, Scott consortium and Mellon consortium. In this era of communication congestion, he was able to have such a high reputation in such a short period of time. It was inseparable from the fierce competition between the two giants.
"The inventor of the new textile machine, 'Mr. Dean', has personally given us the blueprints. We are an orthodox original. The new textile machine will never have any parts failure, damage and other problems …" The Scott consortium's highest statement was written in one of the newspapers of the Scott consortium. Although there was no awareness of copyright in this world, except for alchemists and other dark professions, there were no laws to regulate plagiarism. However, the lack of awareness of copyright didn't mean that there was no concept of counterfeiting. Even ordinary civilians wanted to buy the most formal and sophisticated products. They didn't want others to imitate them. The importance of this statement was undoubtedly critical and fatal.
"It seems that the Mellon consortium doesn't have the capital to compete with the Scott consortium. It's only a matter of time before they suffer a crushing defeat. Other consortia who want to intervene will only be able to grab a small share of the market and profits …" Dudian saw the current situation. The Scott consortium had provided the blueprints. They had taken the lead in producing the new textile machine and occupied a large share of the market. Now there was this statement. As long as there were no problems in the later stage of the operation, this big cake could be eaten. It could even become one of the main industries of the Scott consortium in the future!
At this time, Old Fulin came back from the outside.
Dean's sense of smell had picked up another smell from the living room. It had left the castle and was mixed with the smell of horses.
"Is there any difficulty?" Dean asked as he saw Dudian's worried expression.
Old Fulin looked at him and sighed: "Mr. John is a new rich businessman. His assets are more than ten thousand gold coins. He started his business by mining. He heard that our consortium is renting the giant wall so he wanted to cooperate with us. They will provide equipment production fees and we will provide hunters to hunt outside the giant wall. They will get 20% of the resources and the rest will belong to us."
Dean said: "Did he come over to withdraw his intention of cooperation?"
Old Fulin nodded: "If it's only him then it's okay. But I'm worried that the news of your injury will spread. Other people who want to cooperate with us will dispel the idea. If that's the case then it will be too difficult to develop the Ryan family's business and your hunting funds."
Dean comforted him: "We don't need to count on these small characters. Even if we cooperate with them, the efficiency of making money is too slow. Moreover, they want to get 20% of the profits just by providing equipment. A group of people who haven't seen the dangers outside the giant wall have completely regarded this as an investment game."
Old Fulin smiled: "Although the sand is small, but it can be gathered into a tower."
Dean shook his head: "A tower made of sand can't withstand the storm. Even a small storm can cut a lot of sand. If my right arm is restored then I can rely on hunting alone to make money!" At this point, he couldn't help but look at his left hand. What he was most worried about was that his left hand couldn't be healed. If that was the case, his battle strength would be greatly reduced in the future. Moreover, the archery he had painstakingly practiced for several years would be in vain. He would have to relearn his one-handed combat skills. If he wanted to master a new skill, it would take another two to three years.
Old Fulin also looked at his bandaged arm. His face was bitter but he didn't say anything.: "You have a good recovery."
In the following days Dean didn't run around but stayed in the Ryan Castle to recuperate. He asked the butler to buy him some paper and pen. He wrote and drew in his room.
The papers were scattered on the ground. Old Fulin occasionally came to check on his condition. He noticed the things on the paper and asked curiously: "What is this?"
"Cannon," Dean replied briefly.
Old Fulin naturally didn't understand the meaning of these two words. He felt that the combination of these two words was a bit strange. However, he knew that Dudian didn't want to talk about it. So he didn't ask. Moreover, it would make him look more profound.
In addition to writing and drawing, Dean would occasionally go out for a walk. He would exercise his body, bask in the sun, or come to the training ground. He would use his right hand to play with swords, daggers, knives, daggers and other weapons. It seemed that he was just playing with them for fun. Old Fulin's children who were paying attention to Dean's physical condition were worried.
"The types of cold weapons are a bit poor …" Dean played with the spear. Because of the existence of knights, the spear had become a sacred symbol. No one tried to change the structure of the spear to reproduce weapons such as halberds and daggers.
"It's a bit difficult to use a spear with one hand. It's better to use a sword or a dagger." Although the diagnosis hadn't come out yet and he wasn't sure whether his left arm would be healed or not. But Dean was ready for the worst. He had to replan his future route.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
The middle-aged doctor had come to check up on Dean four times. Every time he left with a sigh. According to him, Dean's left arm was necrotic. The blood couldn't flow to all parts of the arm. The healing of the bones was very weak. Moreover, as time went on, the broken bones would gradually rot and eventually wouldn't be able to recover.
Dean's heart was full of loss and pain even though he was prepared for such a result.
On this day, he left the Ryan Castle by carriage. He said that he was going out to relax.
Old Fulin didn't think much about it. He told him to protect his left arm so that it wouldn't get hurt.
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