"What a troubled time! Such a huge demand is more than the orders in the past year. Oh, what should I do?"
In a small room, Mr. Sweeto shook the letter in his hand, folded it back according to the fold line, put it into the inner pocket of his clothes, and sighed.
He walked to the porch, straightened his clothes in front of the large mirror installed by Polu, smoothed his hair, and walked out of the manor.
A two-person carriage without any decoration was waiting outside the door. He got on the carriage and said to the coachman: "Go to the factory and find out where Polu is. Let's go find him."
"OK."
The coachman nodded, and the carriage rumbled toward the factory.
Svito pursed his lips tightly and said nothing, watching the tall factory buildings gradually approaching in his field of vision. They looked extremely heavy, and the road led directly to the center of the covered factory building.
After driving into it, Mr. Sweeto, who was surrounded by high walls, couldn't help but look at the place carefully. Although he still maintained a calm and serious appearance on the outside, he was actually a little panicked on the inside.
"This factory building looks fine from a distance, but why is it so big up close? How could it be built so tall so quickly? The houses on the four sides all look exactly the same, without even a sign. Where should I enter?"
Suddenly a sharp whistle sounded, causing him to look around in shock. A dark crowd rushed out of the factory, and many people came from another building not far away and poured into the crossroads sandwiched between four factories.
mouth.
The broad street was crowded with people. Some people walked out of the intersection, while others went in again, like a group of ants that found food and rushed out of the nest. When they came to the opposite side, they stopped, then staggered away from each other and continued to move forward.
Mr. Sweeto lost his goal. In this situation, he didn't know where to go, so he had to stand blankly on the side of the road like a rock in the river.
People walked around him and greeted him, but no one stopped. They just hurried past him, with rumbling footsteps, chatter, and sharp whistles, making up an indistinguishable noise.
It echoed in his ears.
At this moment, he didn't know where he was, and even had the illusion that he was in the most prosperous market in the royal capital. This confusion lasted until he saw a familiar figure passing by among the crowd.
"Peter, Peter!"
"Ah! Hello Mr. Sweeto!"
Swito and Peter's father had worked together for many years before Polu came to Red Mountain, and they were relatively familiar with each other. Originally, Swito came to discuss with Polu directly, but after he met Peter, he suddenly had an affair.
Ask old friends what they think.
After all, with Bolu's liver method, no one knows whether the current production efficiency comes from the liver or is an average.
Svito looked at Peter, who was now in good spirits. If he didn't know better, he would have thought that he had taken some elixir to regain his youth.
"You look very energetic now! How are you? Are you busy lately? Are you free to show me around?"
Father Peter smiled: "It's a great honor. It's shift handover time now. I'm no longer staring at the production site and can leave."
"How is the factory's production capacity restored now?" Svito pretended to ask very casually, but in fact he was full of nervousness.
"Recover?" Father Peter was stunned.
Sweito felt nervous. If it broke, wouldn't it have resumed production?
"So now, how much has our production capacity returned to its original level?"
"What's the original figure?" Peter laughed: "How long has it been since you came to the factory? And you haven't read the report recently?"
"After the destruction of Hongshan, weren't Bolu and little Irene in charge? I haven't been to the factory much. There are many other important things to care about recently. Speaking of which, shouldn't this period be a reconstruction period?
Why, it would be great to be able to resume some production in a few months, right? What other earth-shaking changes can happen?"
Because my attention was attracted by other things, I couldn't just say something like I didn't read the production report carefully.
"The old town was destroyed, but the new factory is fine. What do you want? Weapons, armor, or something else?"
"How many?"
"How much?"
Svito laughed:
"You're asking as if you can give me as much as I want."
He paused for a moment, then saw that Peter's face was very serious, as if he could produce it immediately as long as he told the number.
He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "It can't be true, right? How much do you want?"
However, to his surprise, what he got next was not a guarantee, but a fierce complaint from Peter: "Sir, the factory is not producing at full capacity now, and there is a shortage of workers everywhere. Rather than saying what we are producing, it is better to say
We have been producing machines. Now wherever there are projects, we will go there. Although everyone understands, but this is not possible, why not recruit some workers for us? "
"A blacksmith is not a leek in the field, where can I recruit him?"
"You don't need to hire a blacksmith! Just a labor force! There are a lot of purely manual jobs that don't require skills at all. Workers are doing it now. You can add some labor to this part at will. Gather all the original blacksmiths and workers. How many do you want?
Armor, we will give you as much armor as you want!"
"200 infantry armors?"
The numbers that Svito reported casually seemed a bit lacking in confidence.
Peter showed a subtle smile: "Please come with me, I will take you to see something."
Svito was thinking about which piece of royal territory he could draw from to supplement the population, and left without thinking too much.
Although the residents of these days were free citizens in name, as some kind of property belonging to the lord, in fact they were not allowed to move freely. Before the social order collapsed, it was difficult to obtain a large amount of replenishment.
"We're here."
He raised his head and was stunned for a moment: "What is this?"
His gaze extended upward along the thick steel structure, carefully looking at the huge machine as tall as a city gate.
"This...how much steel was used in this? How much did it cost?"
"This is a gantry die forging machine. I use it for myself. I don't know how much it costs."
The workers on the afternoon shift happened to arrive at their posts. They put the cut steel plates into the preparation furnace in the established order. At the same time, they used a spray gun to spray a mixture of oil, soil, lime and carbon powder onto the mold.
superior.
When the steel plate was ready and put into the mold, in Svito's confused eyes, the two pieces of the mold, which were as solid as steel blocks, came together. The die forging machine made a creaking sound and was lifted up.
Although squeezing seems very easy, what is exposed is no longer a steel plate, but a complete front piece of chest armor.
Svito was completely stunned when he saw the die forging machine for the first time, but he relied on his rich experience to manage his expression and maintain his noble image: "It would be nice to have a piece of armor like this."
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"It will also be sent to other places for polishing and repair, and then it will be assembled."
Peter introduced him: "What is being produced now is a light breastplate. Of course, it is not enchanted and has no customized size. There are absolutely no decorations or emblems. It is just basic armor. This is someone else's order."
Svito pursed his lips and said nothing. He looked at the die forging machine repeating the same process many times and was a little distracted: "It must have cost a lot of money to manufacture this machine, but is the efficiency so exaggerated?"
"It's such an exaggeration. Mr. Swito, my money has not been wasted, right? I will make as much armor as you want! This is just light armor, we can already produce heavy armor."
Bolu's voice came from behind him.
"So fast?"
"That's it."
Svito suddenly came to his senses: "Polu, who ordered these armors?"
"Bato's."
"Bator, wait! Why are you producing armor for Bator?"