When Dean returned to his castle from the Ryan Castle, he saw an exquisite aristocratic carriage with a black serpent pattern on it. His eyes moved as he drove the carriage straight to his castle.
A butler was standing outside the aristocratic carriage. He heard the sound of the wheels and immediately looked back. When he saw that it was Dean, his eyes lit up. He bent down and whispered to the person inside the carriage. A soft "hmm" was heard from inside the carriage. The curtain was slowly lifted, revealing a gentle and beautiful face with the grace of a mature woman. Her jade-like eyes were gently sizing up the young man who was driving the carriage. What surprised her was that this young man was very different from what she had expected. He was not like a new star that had just risen from the east, high-spirited and vigorous. Instead, he was like a shadow in the depths of the darkness, calm and cold. It seemed that even the scorching heat of the Black Death Season would cool down three feet around him.
After a deep look, she slowly opened the door and got out of the carriage. She stood on the dry stone road. There was a white flower in front of her black shoes. Her soft black skirt was almost sticking to the ground. Her exposed snow-white ankles were amazing. She stood beside the door and quietly watched Dean slowly approaching. She softly said: "You are Mr. Dean. I took the liberty to disturb you."
Dean had long noticed that the woman was dressed like a lady. She seemed to be in her twenties but dressed like a woman in her thirties. She had an elegant temperament. There was only a very faint smell of men on her body. It could be seen that she was a clean woman. She might even be a single woman. His eyes were calm as he calmly said: "Hello, what's the matter?"
"Can we go to your castle to talk?" The woman asked in a gentle voice.
Dean roughly guessed the purpose of her visit: "If you want to talk about the purchase of the crossbow, please directly state the price. I will integrate the conditions put forward by the consortia and make the final choice. If you want to talk about future cooperation, I'm sorry but I don't plan to leave the New World Consortium."
Granita didn't expect Dean to be so direct. She was startled for a moment but gently said: "Mr. Dean, I represent the Krylov consortium. I want to talk about the above two things. In addition, I know that Mr. Dean has received kindness from the Ryan family. But the pattern of the Ryan family is only so big. When the sun rises in the sky, there will be thousands of feet of light. If the sun rises from the shoal then the shoal will be the first target to be burned." She paused and continued: "What the Ryan family can give Mr Dean, we can also give far more than them. So I hope Mr Dean can consider it because this is a good thing for you and the Ryan family."
Dudian pulled the reins and stopped the carriage. He sat on the board and quietly looked at her. After a moment he slowly said: "If your consortium wants to have a closer relationship with me then you have to cooperate with the New World Consortium. I will never withdraw from the New World Consortium."
Granita was startled. She didn't expect that Dean wouldn't move even after she made it clear. She frowned: "Mr. Dean, the New World consortium won't be able to accommodate you. Your existence will provoke an irresistible enemy for the New World consortium. Moreover, the New World consortium won't be able to protect you if you encounter trouble."
Dean looked at her and slowly said: "I hope that the Krylov consortium isn't one of the enemies of the New World Consortium." At the same time he said in his heart: "At least not now."
When Granita heard his words, she sighed and said, "Since Mr. Dean is so determined, I won't force you. But please rest assured that the goodwill of the Krylov Consortium will always be there. We welcome you to join us at any time." Suddenly he thought of something. He took out an emerald card from the handbag and handed it to Dean: "This is my personal business card. It is also a VIP card for all the properties under my command. Please accept it as a thank you for the intrusion."
Dean took it and glanced at the name: Granita.
"This name … is a bit familiar." Dean's eyes slightly moved as he calmly put away the card.
Granita sighed. There was still a bit of regret in her heart. She turned around and got into her carriage.
Dean didn't continue to stay. He shook the rope and went past the vehicles to enter his castle.
"Madam." The butler asked after Dean had left the carriage. "Is that it?"
Granita whispered: "He will naturally come after the Mellon consortium or other consortiums. Let's go back."
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Dean calmed down after entering the castle. He sat in front of the desk in his room. He took out a piece of paper and began to draw new drawings. If he didn't have the fountain of life to heal his arm then he would have considered making firearms. But now there was hope for his arm to recover so he intended to continue the route of making cold weapons. As for firearms, they were far less of a threat to him.
The destructive power of a bow and arrow would increase with the quality of the bow and the user's own physique. The higher the physique, the higher the lethality of the arrow.
But firearms were constant. Ordinary people and senior hunters could use them but the power was the same. He felt that once his physique reached the limit of a senior hunter, the destructive power of the arrows would not be inferior to bullets. It would even exceed the speed of most rifle bullets! As for the destructive power, he could use the previous idea of pouring mercury into the arrowhead to improve it. After reading the super chip, he found out that his unintentional idea coincided with an international banned bullet from the old era. This bullet was the dumdum bullet!
The dumdum bullet had a terrifying destructive power. It was known as the bullet of death.
The arrowhead was made based on the dumdum bullet principle. The destructive power would exceed the firearms. So the production could be delayed. After all, if guns were to be invented and accidentally made by other consortiums or the Radiant Church, then mass produced them, it would be like a thorn in the throat for hunters like them. They would be at the mercy of others, and they would completely lose their freedom and their deterrence.
Moreover, the fall of the hunter profession was secondary. The magistrate would also lose its deterrent force in the face of firearms. Once the magistrate lost its deterrent force, the magistrate would be useless. It would no longer have the power to enforce the law. The giant wall would fall into chaos!
Therefore, although it was easy to make a gun, but to eliminate the chain reaction brought by firearms was as difficult as ascending to the sky. He didn't want to live in fear all the time. He didn't want ordinary people to lurk around him and kill him.
"If the firearms were to be produced, then the pattern of the giant wall would completely evolve into an era where firearms determine the order. There would be rivers of blood and chaos in the struggle for power." Dean's eyes flashed. This was what he didn't want to see. He preferred to use the law of darkness to destroy the order and then create his own order.
"Gunpowder has been banned, as have other items with great destructive power. However, these items are far inferior to firearms. There are too many factors required for gunpowder to explode, which greatly limits the threat of gunpowder. That's why it didn't cause chaos." Dean gently tapped the table with the pen. "The accumulation of wealth is enough if there is a lightning rod in a short period of time. If we immediately create other things, then it will arouse suspicion. Moreover, the momentum of the rise will be so fast that all the consortiums will be afraid of us. It will destroy ourselves."
"The next step is to consider the force of the consortium."
"At present, there are no senior hunters in the consortium. This is one of the reasons why the other consortiums despise us. A senior hunter is enough to make the other consortiums a little afraid. It is equivalent to the nuclear weapons of the old era. If the consortium's wealth is suppressed or they are forced into a desperate situation by other means, then they can send senior hunters to assassinate the enemy. Although the senior hunters can't escape the magistrate's hunt, but it will give the other consortiums some deterrence. No one is willing to exchange their life with the hunter's life."
Dean secretly thought: "If the number of hunters is enough, then the other consortiums won't dare to easily offend them. With the current financial resources, it is difficult to go to the regular hunter school to attract new hunters. Moreover, they have to buy magic marks for them. The cost is too high. I can only rely on hunting outside the giant wall to be self-sufficient."
Thinking of this, he immediately began to draw the blueprint.
Time passed.
Two days passed.
The 'military crossbow' storm hadn't dissipated in the consortiums and the 'Temple of Elements'. In these two days, in addition to the Mellon consortium, the other five consortiums all looked for Dean or Old Fulin. They wanted to buy the crossbow. The military also looked for Dean and offered a price that was nearly one-third higher than the other consortiums.
After careful selection and discussion with old Fulin, Dean finally chose the Huasheng consortium. Considering the next plan of cleaning outside the giant wall, if he had Huasheng consortium's map it would naturally be twice the result with half the effort.
However, Dean and old Fulin didn't let go of this opportunity to make a big profit. They blackmailed Huasheng consortium almost to the bottom line. In addition to the map being a free gift, the price was raised to the price of a four-star quality map. Moreover, Ryan family had shares in several industries of Huasheng consortium. They could get regular dividends and have the right to decide the direction of these industries.
The contract was finally signed and both sides were happy.
Dean and old Fulin knew that although it seemed that the other side had been greatly optimized during the negotiations, but for Huasheng consortium, these industries seemed to be important. In fact, they could be abandoned at any time. Moreover, they wouldn't lose even half a share of the profits of the consortium. In case of a falling out, they could use some methods to kick old Fulin out of the board of directors and cut off the dividends.
"Four hundred and sixty thousand gold coins …" Old Fulin repeatedly counted the numbers. His wrinkled face bloomed. Even though he had witnessed the glory of the Ryan family in his youth, he had never seen such a large amount of savings. If he wasn't psychologically prepared, he would've lost control of himself on the spot.
Dudian smiled. This was the value of an architect. It was also the charm of a four-star military item. If it was a one-star item then it could be sold for thousands of gold coins. If it was a two-star item then it could be sold for six thousand to ten thousand gold coins. Three-star items were much higher. At least fifty thousand to one hundred thousand gold coins were sold for three-star items. His crossbow was not only a top-grade item but also a top-grade one. Moreover, it was sold at the peak of four-star level during the border war.
Moreover, five-star items were worth millions of gold coins. Each one of them was a must-have item for the aristocracy. They were spread to the three regions as well as the inner wall. The profits were innumerable.
"Our background is comparable to that of the aristocracy." Old Fulin sighed with emotion. Their wealth was close to that of the Milan family. But in terms of contacts and industry, they still couldn't be compared with the Milan family. The latter's real estate wealth could easily kill the Milan family's savings.
Dudian smiled: "This money is enough to redeem people."
"More than enough. It's more than enough." Old Fulin smiled: "You shouldn't go outside the giant wall in the future. Wait until you buy the fountain of life to cure your arm. Then you can stay inside the giant wall and study the invention. If you can make a military crossbow then we will have a complete turnaround." Old Fulin was happy to hear this.
Dudian smiled: "Money is useful if you spend it. If you don't spend it or if others don't give you the opportunity to spend it then it's just a string of numbers. Hunters are the foundation of a consortium. It's too difficult for us to catch up with other consortia. But it's much easier to cultivate a few senior hunters."
Old Fulin turned to look at him: "Are you going to become a senior hunter and assassinate the people of the Mellon consortium?"
Dudian smiled: "Do I look like such a stupid person?"
"That's good." Old Fulin was relieved: "If you assassinate the senior members of the consortium then it will inevitably cause a collective panic. They will use all their connections to get the magistrate involved in the investigation. It will be difficult to guarantee that you will be able to escape. Even if you assassinate the senior members of the consortium it won't destroy the Mellon consortium. Their business empire is supported by countless mainstays. Even if the top members of the consortium fall it won't collapse in a short time. Even if it collapses it will become a pile of fat meat which will be quickly eaten by other consortiums."
Dudian shrugged his shoulders. Of course he knew about this. Otherwise he would have assassinated the senior members of the Mellon consortium like how he assassinated deacon Huey. After all, this wasn't a world where power was supreme. Unless he mastered nuclear weapons or he was stronger than a senior hunter. But so far he didn't know whether the senior hunter was the limit of human evolution or not.
Therefore, if one wanted to destroy such a giant financial group, one would have to rely on commercial suppression, and commercial suppression would also involve various industries. The other party was like a towering tree that had been growing for decades. Its branches and leaves were dense, and its roots had also penetrated in all directions. If one wanted to uproot it, one would have to pull all its roots out of the soil. The amount of effort needed was self-evident.
However, a consortium was the product of decades of operation of dozens of families. It was the condensation of countless wisdom and painstaking efforts of several generations. It was extremely difficult for a single person to overthrow a consortium. It was no less than the uprising of the common people in the old era.
The same day.
Dudian returned to the 'Temple of Elements'. He spent about 30,000 gold coins to find a senior god to buy a bottle of 'Fountain of Life'. He owed the senior god a favor.
The 'Fountain of Life' was stored in a small glass bottle. The liquid was green and full of vitality. Dudian shook it a few times. He felt that it was mucous. He was curious as he didn't know what was used to make it. But it was different from buying drinks in the old era. There was certainly no formula or raw materials written on it. Even if he inquired about it it would be very difficult to know. Moreover, the 'Temple of Elements' would notice it.
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