Wearing the attire of an aristocrat, he sat on the floor without caring about his image and began to piece together the world's first manual machine tool.
Because he had the drawings in his mind, he installed it very quickly, three minutes faster than an experienced worker with outstanding skills.
Under everyone's shocked eyes, Chris assembled the parts one after another, explaining the assembly principles to the people around him while assembling them, and quickly assembled a machine tool.
This is a manual machine tool with an operating principle similar to that of a sewing machine. This machine can polish wood ten or even a hundred times faster than manual polishing.
Then he simply demonstrated the operation, causing everyone to let out a shocked cry.
"By stepping on this pedal, you can generate a balanced rotational force... In this way, you can process cylindrical products!" Chris gave up his position and motioned for an apprentice to come up and operate it. The other person quickly made the machine tool rotate.
stand up.
"If you improve it, you can make a pattern composed of many concentric circles. It's very simple, just try it." He guided and explained how to carve the pattern.
Soon, a cylindrical wooden stick in the shape of a gourd, thick at both ends and thin in the middle, appeared evenly in front of everyone's eyes, and it didn't even take a minute.
"This is a miracle!" An old craftsman looked at the machine tool that could be operated so easily and the complex cylindrical wooden rod cut out by the saw blade on it, and exclaimed: "It is definitely a miracle."
"Indeed, I got God's will." Chris pointed to his head with a smile while assembling a second piece of the same device.
Under the even more adoring gazes of the master craftsmen, Chris threw an unqualified part aside, selected another replacement part and inserted it into the gear set.
In fact, the scrap rate of purely handmade parts is still very high. Most of the parts can be put together and used, which is great news for Chris.
The second machine tool was quickly assembled and joined the production process. Chris began to let people assemble the third equipment, and he guided it himself and pointed out some important steps.
There began to be more machines for cutting wood. Several carpentry apprentices controlled the machines and quickly made several exquisite stool legs. Even with the most critical eyes, these products can definitely be regarded as high-quality products.
Because the cutting speed was so fast, there was even a shortage of materials soon. While Chris was still assembling the fourth woodworking machine, several woodworkers completed the first chair produced by the machine.
"Although this thing is very fast, identical chairs will soon become worthless." An old carpenter stroked three identical chairs in front of him and said worriedly to his colleagues around him.
"Yes, such a chair will soon lose its charm. It...it lacks the soul given to it by the craftsmen..." Another master carpenter also couldn't stand the things produced by apprentices.
"Beauty will also be destroyed by uniformity, which is definitely a disaster for art." The old craftsman headed by him shook his head, denying the "mass-produced goods" produced by this production model.
In their view, even a set of seats must be coordinated and varied. Exactly the same thing is simply a blasphemy to the spirit of ingenuity.
Unfortunately, Chris didn't think so. He put down the parts in his hand and walked to these chairs.
Having become accustomed to mass-produced products, he didn't think there was anything wrong with these identical chairs. He patted the backrest of one of the chairs with a satisfied smile on his face: "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Your chairs are sold to the nobles." He looked at the old craftsmen and said, and then pointed to the chairs next to him: "These products are sold to the common people."
"Think about it, one of your chairs sells for 20 silver coins or even 30 silver coins. No matter how much market demand there is, how many can you sell?" At this point, Chris smiled and pointed to the chairs produced by apprentices:
"I dare to sell such a chair for 1 silver coin. Guess who will earn more?"
A master can make a chair that sells for 300,000 yuan, but when he is making this chair, almost 300,000 chairs worth 30 yuan are also produced in factories around the world.
Chris hopes to earn 9 million instead of waiting for the illusory 300,000. This is the cruelty of modern industrial civilization and a naked contempt for art.
While we were talking, the apprentices who had been working hard had already made two more identical chairs.
Now there are five chairs with the same specifications placed in the carpentry workshop. It was not easy to see the same chairs in the past, but everyone here today has had their eyes opened.
What's even more frightening is that as some wood was processed and delivered, the apprentices who had the raw materials had new toys and produced five more such chairs in one go.
In Chris's view, all this is just the beginning. He still has beautiful printing and dyeing formulas, as well as looms, the killer weapons of the industrial revolution, and power devices such as steam engines...
In short, once he takes the steps of industrial civilization, everything will no longer be a problem. He can quickly accumulate the wealth around him into his pocket at the speed of grabbing money.
"With this equipment, we can continuously produce chairs and tables. Assuming that a set of seats costs 5 silver coins, we can earn 1 gold coin a day!" Strider said to him in high spirits during dinner.
Deans said.
Deans is also very interested in the machine tools and equipment created by Chris. According to Strider's calculations, they can earn almost 300 more gold coins a year, which is definitely a huge sum of money.
If the production scale is expanded and the output is doubled, the territory can earn twice as much profit every year, which is enough to pay the increased gold coin tax.
"It's a pity that if we keep selling woodworking products at such a low price, the price will soon fall... In the past few months, we can sell it for almost 5 silver coins, and in a few months we can only sell it for 3 silver coins." Chris said to everyone.
When they were all happy, they poured a basin of cold water on it.
He is well aware of the laws of the market and is very familiar with this dumping model. Once products begin to flow into the market in large quantities, prices will inevitably continue to fall.
"Yes, we are still too optimistic, but even if the income is only 100 gold coins, it is not a small amount for us." Deans in turn began to comfort Chris, which made Chris dumbfounded.
"Actually, I have started to ask our craftsmen to build more sophisticated equipment. With these equipment, a few people can complete the production of tables, chairs and cabinets, and the production cost can be further reduced." After taking a bite of chicken, Chris said to Deans.
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"At that time, we can reduce the cost of producing this kind of identical chair to 20 copper coins or even less." When he said this, his tone was full of pride.
The power of industry is reflected in costs, which is intuitive and effective. Once the state of mass production is established, it will only overwhelm all small handicraft workshops and occupy the widest market.
Chris couldn't even imagine how low the cost of furniture in this era could be reduced if density boards were developed in later generations. Maybe a few copper coins could buy a set of tables, chairs and benches.
"So we are just making a small amount of money selling woodworking products!" Chris smiled and continued to talk about his plan. His words were as fascinating as the alchemy of turning stone into gold at this moment: "The real money is selling machines.
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"We sell this kind of woodworking machine! 15 gold coins each! How much do you think we can make?" Chris stretched out a finger, and the smile on his face became even brighter: "In less than half a year, our equipment will be everywhere
All the handicraft workshops in the surrounding area have been crushed!"
"Gods for heaven's sake... I really can't believe it, this must be a kind of magic that makes money." Deans marveled.
A rough calculation shows that this is a big business worth more than 3,000 gold coins a year. Even in the Alant Empire, this kind of business is considered a big deal. Those big nobles who can earn several thousand gold coins a year can earn a lot of money in the Arant Empire.
The surrounding area can definitely be regarded as rare.
Strider, who was listening to the news, was even more excited. This meant that the production and economy he was in charge of would soar into the sky in the next few months.
This is definitely good news, good news that makes him very excited: "In this way, Mr. Chris, we don't have to raise tolls."
"Of course not! Dear Strider! Not only will we not raise tolls, we will also lower tolls!" Chris revealed his plan with a smile.
"Why?" Strider looked at his city lord with some confusion, and for a while his mind was still a little confused.
"We export woodworking products on such a large scale, and transportation itself is a big problem. If we don't encourage more businessmen to come to us, how can we sell so many products?" Chris answered directly without being too pretentious.
"Not only do we need to reduce tolls, we also need to build roads! Deploy 500 guards and let them repair the roads, so that more carriages can come to Seris City!" When he said this, Chris looked to
Wageron.
"No problem, sir! I will mobilize the troops tomorrow." Wagron responded resolutely and immediately agreed.
"Gentlemen! We are no longer the same as before! We will be richer in the future, and now your tasks have become heavier." Chris picked up the wine glass and toasted the three men with the bad wine in it: "You want to
Think about it, how can you spend all this money?"
When they heard this statement, the three of them laughed. Strider may have heard it more clearly than Wageron. He seemed to have seen the light of gold coins. Those lights were in his arms, supporting the upward smile on his face.
arc, so the smile is brighter.
Waggron also knew the usefulness of money to the army, but he could not immediately connect the chairs in front of him with the killings on the battlefield. Those chair legs, he would always subconsciously think of them as too thick ax handles, which looked awkward.
, so his smile was stiff. Fortunately, he had already received a relatively simple task, which was to build roads.
Chris observed the two of them with a half-smile. After taking a sip of wine, he suddenly became serious: "You know? I'm not interested in furniture at all. Fortunately, I didn't see it on your faces.
There was a little bit of ridicule about me selling chairs, otherwise I would have been more serious."
"What do you mean, Lord City Lord?...What do you want to say?" Strider and Waggron were in doubt again.
"Think of it as the prelude to a war. I need you two to prepare according to this standard, okay?" Chris looked seriously at the two people he relied on: "Just like preparing for war, it requires planning and preparation.
Execution and adjustment, okay, this is the beginning, it is important for me and for the future, and I need you."
"Of course, sir, I will obey your orders." The three people replied in unison.
"Once our mass-produced things start to become famous around us, the surrounding lords will have their thoughts on us. In the past, everyone lived in peace, because everyone was poor... But if we become rich first, what will happen?
It’s different!” Chris continued.
"So, before we have no means of self-protection, we will first accumulate some woodworking machinery, improve our equipment, and reserve some talents!" Chris is going to delay exposing his strength for a while. He feels that he should develop some first.
Make plans after you find the means to protect yourself.
So according to Chris's plan, the manufacturing of wood machine tools was first spread throughout the city, and ten new wood processing plants were set up. However, all processing plants must adhere to one rule in the first two months, that is, they are only allowed to manufacture and
Testing machine tools and mass production of woodware are not allowed. Many craftsmen and apprentices are attracted by the high wages of these processing plants, making and trying to improve such complex large tools, enjoying their leisure before waiting for the second order.
And Chris and his right-hand man have no leisure. For development, waiting is a helpless move, and before Seris City starts dumping its wood, it must wait for the guarantee of another thing. Paint? Of course not. That is
A piece of artillery that Chris had carefully drawn up the night after traveling through it.
They had to do smelting experiments with steel and find raw materials for black powder. This was not purely physical cutting of chair legs. In the six months since they toasted, Chris and Strider had been working on artillery almost non-stop.
For the sake of efficiency and confidentiality, Chris divided the steel smelting, parts casting, gunpowder configuration and artillery shell manufacturing into four independent areas. It was not until the fifth month that he was secretly assembled and successfully tested.
Of course, the carpenters were not idle for five months. They received orders in the third month and began to mass-produce various wooden furniture. Although everyone was very busy, they never stopped admiring the production speed and quality.
The biggest contradiction and doubt in my mind is the price of these furniture, because another abnormal order has been extended to this day, that is, only production and storage, no negotiation or sale.
"Where's Waggron?!" Chris yelled.
"He is about to see you," Strider replied: "He has been building the road for five months and it was basically completed yesterday." Strider added specifically.
"It's time for him to take over," Chris breathed a sigh of relief, handing over the assembly and testing of all artillery pieces to the military, and keeping them strictly confidential. How many artillery pieces can we estimate?"
"It is estimated that there will be 20 artillery pieces and 200 rounds of artillery shells." Strider replied.
"Do you think it's enough?" Chris asked casually.
"This...I don't know, sir." Strider was asked a little innocently, and he continued: "But our finances can no longer support it. Road construction, processing plants, artillery, according to your wishes, we
All the money has been spent."
"Well, it's better than being robbed," Chris said: "The worst thing to lose is to make money and not be able to spend it. A more direct way to make money than brains, skills, or even luck is to rob it.
I can think of this, and so can those damn robbers, so I have to be prepared to let everyone who covets our wealth die."
"Yes, sir." Strider nodded and said.
"By the way, you just said that the finances can no longer sustain it... Can you think of another way to sustain it for a while? I need to give Guvalon time to train the soldiers to use artillery." Chris said with some embarrassment.
"Then can I first fire the apprentices in the processing plant who have been eating my free rice for a week?" Strider asked reluctantly.
"Forget it, we will start selling chairs right away to ensure that they are ready for work at any time. I will think of a solution for training!" Chris had to change his mind about saving money.
"I can guarantee this, my nephew is planning to become an apprentice there," Street said.
