Chapter 306
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"How much is the price?" Dudian asked.
The girl's tone was cold as she saw that Dudian didn't know: "Tungsten steel is a commercial invention. You can buy it with points or gold coins. If you buy it with points then it will be ten kilograms. If you buy it with gold coins then it will be seven gold coins for ten kilograms. If you don't buy it then it will be ten gold coins for ten kilograms. You are an intermediate architect so I will give you a 30% discount. If you are a senior architect then 50% discount.
Dudian was a bit surprised: "Ten gold coins for ten kilograms? This tungsten steel is almost the same price as copper coins! "
"Of course it is a precious metal alloy so it is as expensive as copper coins." The girl's expression became indifferent as she saw his reaction: "Please leave if you don't want to buy it."
Dudian pondered. The price of metals in this world was generally more valuable than the metals in the old era. The first reason was that the refining process was very basic which led to the scarcity of metals. The second reason was that the war outside the fortress and the hunting outside the giant wall required top-grade steel to make weapons and armors. This had greatly increased the price of top-grade steel.
"I'll buy it. Give me two thousand kilograms first." Dudian said to the girl after thinking for a moment.
The girl who sat back on the chair was surprised. She looked up at Dudian and saw the serious look on the boy's face. She got up again and frowned: "Two thousand kilograms? Do you want to buy it with points or gold coins? "
"Gold coins." Dudian replied. He had accumulated enough points to get a senior architect medal after the emergence of the military crossbow. He didn't want to waste them here.
There was a trace of relief in the girl's eyes as she indifferently said: "Gold coins are limited to one thousand kilograms per person per day. There is no limit for points."
Dudian was surprised. The next moment he understood that the Temple had such a system. It was to prevent the Temple's personnel from colluding with wealthy businessmen outside to sell the Temple's goods at a discounted price.
"Alright, one thousand kilograms." Dean agreed. He was going to look for Bernard and ask him to help him buy one thousand kilograms.
The girl looked at him: "Pay the money first. I'll submit your exchange order. Fill in the address and someone will help you send it to your place."
"Alright." Dean pulled out the wallet sewn from the leather armor and took out seven gold notes. The words "one hundred" were engraved on them. All of them were hundred-digit gold coins.
The girl casually glanced at it, and suddenly her eyes widened. Her breathing became a little short. She could not help but ask: "What, what is that?" She raised her hand and pointed to a silver coin in Dudian's wallet.
Dean was surprised. He took out the 'epoch' medal and put it into his pocket: "Nothing." He put the wallet into his pocket.
The girl had already seen it when he took it out. Her eyes widened and she looked at the boy in front of her in shock. Her brain was buzzing, and several pieces of information were quickly put together in her mind. "Wood attribute … intermediate Oracle … the youngest in history …"
She took a deep breath and looked up and down at Dean: "You, are you Mr. Dean?"
There was a trace of helplessness in Dean's heart. He was in a hurry and didn't want to be entangled. He took out the order in front of her and wrote his name and the location of his castle. He handed the order to her: "I am in urgent need of this batch of things. Please help me deliver it quickly."
The girl's eyes moved down to the order. She saw the name on the signature of the order. She was pleasantly surprised: "Mr Dean … I didn't recognize you before. I'm sorry. You are the winner of the epoch medal. You can enjoy the same treatment as the masters. You only need to pay a 10% discount!" She took out six gold notes and handed them back to Dean.
Dean didn't expect the epoch medal to have such benefits. Although hundreds of gold coins were a trivial matter for him, he took them and asked: "Can I buy two thousand kilograms at a time?"
"Yes, of course!" The girl quickly said: "You can enjoy the same treatment as the masters in this regard. The upper limit is ten thousand kilograms."
Dean smiled: "Then give me ten thousand kilograms." Then he took out his wallet and took out three gold notes. He handed them to her along with the other six in his hand.
The girl was stunned as she looked at the gold notes. She wasn't surprised by the amount of money. She didn't expect that Dean who was a wood element architect would buy ten thousand kilograms of tungsten steel. She couldn't help but ask: "Mr Dean, are you buying so much tungsten steel for research?"
She thought that Dean was an architect who was helping rich businessmen to resell their tungsten steel. She had seen a lot of architects like Dean. Most of the architects in the Temple were from middle-class families in the commercial district. They weren't rich but they weren't poor either. There was no problem for them to go to school. But to step into the field of research and research would require a lot of money.
But for people like Dean, she believed that he wouldn't be short of money. He was richer than ten rich businessmen. The price of a military crossbow could make a group of nobles jealous.
Dean vaguely replied: "Almost."
The girl couldn't help but ask: "Are you going to join us?"
Dean replied: "We will talk about this later. I hope you can help me deliver the tungsten steel as soon as possible. Thank you!"
The girl's eyes flashed with a hint of intelligence, "You said you wanted to use tungsten steel to make a cage, right? Why don't I help you? I can be your assistant." If it was before she would have directly recommended Dean to build it. But now she knew Dean's identity and thought that he wanted to build a unique cage. So she was willing to join as an assistant. She could take the opportunity to observe Dean's experiment. After all, Dean's military crossbow wasn't only about wood element but also about metal element such as the weight of the arrowhead, structure and so on.
Dean thought for a moment: "Alright but I don't have a forging furnace."
"It's okay. I have one." The girl said: "You can go to my room to build."
Dean thought for a moment: "Alright then I'll trouble you. I'll pay for it." He could see that the girl had come here as a part-time job. He estimated that she was in a financial situation.
The girl replied: "No need. I'm just an assistant. It's rare for me to watch you try out your new invention. How can I dare to ask for money?"
"It's nothing." Dean casually replied. He didn't want to owe a favor as it was the most difficult thing to return.
The girl no longer refused. In fact she was short of money.
"Huh?"
Suddenly a surprised voice echoed from the side.
The girl and Dean looked at the direction of the voice. The girl was curious while Dean knew that the voice was directed at him. Three people slowly walked over. The one in the lead was a handsome young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His beautiful golden hair showed his identity — a nobleman.
Behind this young man were two other young men. One of them was older, about 27 or 28 years old, and had a gentle appearance. The other had a face full of smiles, and it was obvious that he was a mischievous person. Both of them had brown hair, and they were most likely commoners.
"Isn't this Dean?" The blonde youth came over with a surprised look on his face.
Dean glanced at him and felt that there was a hidden knife in his smile. There was a trace of malicious intent in his eyes. As a person who could get along with an old fox like Old Fulin, his ability to read people wasn't comparable to his peers. Dean glanced at the other's robe. There was an orchid pattern on it. Was he from the Milan family? Dean's eyes lit up as he smiled: "Hello."
"Like I said, Mr. Du is different from other geniuses. He is not the kind of person who becomes arrogant and complacent just because he has some achievements. Those people in the newspaper are too irresponsible." The blonde young man was flattered and said humbly.
Dudian smiled. In the end, he was from an aristocratic family. His skills were more ruthless than flattery. Since he knew that he wasn't that kind of person, but he still put forward those commendatory words. The purpose was obvious. If it was someone else, he could listen to it. But the Milan family was the mainstay of the Mel consortium. It was impossible that they didn't know the relationship with him.
"There are always some people in this world who like to say irresponsible words. After all, the pain isn't on them." Dean faintly smiled.
The blonde youth nodded: "Yes, they won't say such useless words when the pain is on them."
Dean shook his head: "They will say things like 'please let me go'."
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