Happiness came so suddenly that Strider had an unreal feeling. After more than ten days of preparation, he even sat in the woodworking shop, waiting for the first businessman to come to buy tables and chairs.
The fragrance of wet paint was everywhere here, and for the first time Strider felt that the smell was so refreshing.
"We are going to Duning. I heard that there is cheap furniture for sale here, so let's take a look..." Just when Strider stood up for the third time to touch the exquisite-looking furniture, a voice spoke to him.
There was a sound behind me.
To Strider, who was eager to turn wood into gold, this sound was nothing short of a fairy sound.
He turned around with a jumping smile on his face, rubbed his hands and asked: "Yes, there is a newly developed chair here! The style is exquisite and the price is cheap! Do you want to take a look?"
It was necessary to look. The businessman nodded, and then his eyes fell on the chair behind Strider, and he could no longer move away.
There is no such thing as mass-produced chairs in this world. It is actually more difficult to buy identical chairs than different chairs: so many nobles like to use basically the same chairs in order to show off their financial resources.
But the problem is, there are so many identical chairs here that it’s dizzying.
"100 identical chairs? By the gods, am I right?" The businessman took two steps forward and reached out to touch the neatly stacked chairs, but carefully stopped himself halfway.
impulse.
"Isn't this kind of chair expensive?" He turned his head and looked at Strider, who was smiling even brighter, and asked with a slight trembling voice.
"It's not expensive, about 25 silver coins a handful." When Strider said the price, he felt his heartbeat speeding up.
He knew the production cost of this kind of chair, including the wages of apprentice workers. A chair would cost about 45 copper coins to produce.
Being able to sell such a cheap chair for the sky-high price of 25 silver coins made him feel a little guilty on his conscience.
Of course, he also knew that such a price would soon cease to exist, and a large number of chairs would flood the market. Maybe in a few days he would be able to sell such chairs for only 10 silver coins.
"Great! I want 40 chairs like this..." The other party happily stretched out his hand and touched the smooth chair legs. The unprecedented standard arc made the businessman's blood rush.
As long as these chairs are transported to Alante and given to a noble to please the royal family, they can at least get a baron title, right?
Just thinking about it, I was really a little excited. As if he had taken the position of a baron, the businessman stood a little straighter than before.
Ten gold coins filled a whole cloth bag, which was quite heavy to carry. Strider watched the gold coins being put into the cash box by the guards he brought with him, and the smile on his face became even more exaggerated.
He who was in charge of the income of Seris City had certainly seen more money. When he paid the taxes of the Arant Empire, he watched 300 gold coins being transported away by carriage.
But even he had never seen a business that could earn 10 gold coins in such a short time. You should know that in the workshop not far away, apprentices were still producing chairs like this.
In less than ten days, there will be chairs like this everywhere in the castle, blacksmith shop, and military camp of Seris City. By then, some people will even be cutting wood or forging iron on such chairs.
In one morning, about 10 businessmen came to the warehouse of this woodworking shop and bought such chairs from Strider.
After receiving 70 gold coins, Strider began to seriously consider Chris's question: How on earth would he spend so much money?
"Excuse me... Excuse me, are these chairs processed using a 'method'?" A young man touched the smooth lines on the chair legs with his hand and asked without raising his head.
"Huh?" Strider looked at the young man and sized him up curiously. The young man was wearing a nobleman's blouse and had a short sword on his waist.
The golden curly hair makes this young man look very delicate, and he looks like a little girl when viewed from the side.
"This is not a person doing the same job over and over again. I know such a master carpenter, and he can't make the same arc so...so natural." The young man raised his head, with a desire for knowledge on his face: "Say yes.
Of course it's not quite right... because these things don't seem to have any artistic inspiration, they... they are beautiful, but I can't think of any adjectives to describe this feeling."
"Hello, sir. Do you want to buy these chairs? They are not expensive, one only costs 25 silver coins." Strider was not in the mood to discuss craftsmanship issues with the young man in front of him, because he knew that
How are things produced?
A few days later, when the price of chairs is so low that there is no profit left, Seris City will sell those woodworking machines. Then people will naturally understand the greatness of Seris City.
"I know, I heard about 25 silver coins..." The young man smiled and took his hand from the chair: "My name is Des! Longtate Des..."
The smile on his face gradually disappeared, and Strider was silent for a few seconds before speaking: "You...are from the Longtate family..."
"Yes." Des nodded and said, "I never expected to see such interesting things in Seris City! Can you take me to see it?"
"Of course..." Strider looked at a guard beside him and said, "Go and call the Lord of the City."
"This way please!" Turning slightly sideways, Strider gave up half of his body, made a gesture to guide the way, and said respectfully.
Des returned a standard aristocratic salute, and then without any humility, he walked directly past Strider and walked towards the small door on the other side of the warehouse.
Chris, who was diligently drawing parts drawings, was once again interrupted by Deans who came to report the news.
He put down the quill with some dissatisfaction, rubbed his stiff neck, and asked: "I hope you interrupt me because it's really important, Deans."
Deans' face was solemn and he began to report: "Sir, I don't know whether we have good luck or bad luck... In short, the Longtate family members want to see you."
"The Longtate family? What do they do?" Chris naturally didn't know what kind of family this suddenly appeared, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "Is it amazing?"
"Sir, the Longtate family is one of the largest business families in the mortal realm. They run everything. They can be said to be one of the richest and oldest families." Deans reported without hesitation.
He even used many honorifics during his introduction, which made Chris realize how terrifying this family is: "This family is very large and controls the business of metal smelting, grain and other valuables, and even the casting of gold coins in some countries.
The control is in their hands."
"Oh! This is interesting." Chris finally felt that he did not waste his time this time, nodded and said: "Let's go! Let's go meet this distinguished guest of the Longtate family!"
When Chris arrived at the carpentry shop, Strider had already taken Des to see the novel machinery.
Like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Des carefully observed the actions of the apprentices operating the machinery, and even tried it himself, scrapping a piece of wood.
Strider is not worried at all that Des will plagiarize the mechanical design here: on the one hand, just looking at the external structure may not fully understand the complex parts inside; the other is the great history of the Longtate family.
This family has an ancestral motto that resounds throughout the country: "The Longtate family only does business, not bandits." From the day it was born, this family has been a pure business family and has never exceeded the rules set by them.
Whatever they like, they will reach cooperation with strong financial resources and conditions that the other party cannot refuse. I have never heard of them taking anything from anyone. Sometimes such things are real, especially when
When people who hold the foundation value it especially.
"This is really a great invention, really great." Des raised his head and praised Strider next to him with a face filled with surprise.
Then he saw a dark-haired man who was not short, well-proportioned, and very handsome, walking in with a long-haired middle-aged man.
"You must be Lord Chris. I'm glad to see you. Let me introduce myself. I am Des from the Longtate family, the third son of the family." Des did not mean to look down upon him at all, and politely took the lead in greeting.
Of course, Chris would not be arrogant and immediately returned the greeting: "Serris City welcomes you, Mr. Desel."
"I'm sorry to bother you." Des said with a smile: "Actually, I just passed through Seris City today, but I found something interesting, so I decided to come here to take a look."
He pointed to the machine next to him and praised: "This trip is really worth it. I discovered something amazing here."
"It's indeed something amazing." Chris nodded with a smile, not showing any modesty at all.
As a soul from modern industrial civilization, he certainly knows how powerful industrial civilization is, and he also knows what kind of progress these seemingly uncomplicated machines in front of him represent.
"I'm wondering if this model is universally applicable, applicable... to... other, other jobs." Des smiled awkwardly, and then explained: "I don't stutter, but...
…Please understand that it is not easy to describe the changes your technology has brought to production.”
"I understand." Chris replied: "You are right. This technology can be applied to any complicated work. It can replace many machines, such as those backward looms."
