"Company..." Roland whispered.

"What?" Victor was slightly stunned. "If you have any doubts about where, I can explain it again."

"No," he waved his hand, "it's really an interesting plan, at least it doesn't seem like a problem. How long will it take for you to prepare your funds if you want to implement it?"

Victor's eyes suddenly had a happy look, "I knew you would understand it, please forgive me for being rude. Your Majesty, if you were also a businessman, your achievements would never be under any big chamber of commerce!"

This metaphor seems to have lowered the identity of the king, but putting the other party at the top of the industry he is good at is a way to express high recognition in aristocratic etiquette, and it can be regarded as an unconcealed flattery.

At this moment, Roland had a completely different idea in his mind: Isn’t this a large industrial company in later generations?

With technology, he spontaneously recruited people, organized production and marketing, and made independent profits and losses... He did not expect to hear such a complete idea among a contemporary population. The biggest difference with the Chamber of Commerce is that the plan merged production and sales together, which can be said to be the prototype of modern private enterprises.

This may be an excellent opportunity.

In the past four years, his territory has made great progress, but it has gradually exposed its shortcomings. The Executive Office has taken care of almost everything. Any project needs to be controlled by the administrative department. From the number of people being prepared to the allocation of budgets, these complicated work regulations have taken up most of the time for officials. As the scale of the project continues to expand, the organization will inevitably become more bloated and administrative efficiency will also be reduced.

This can be regarded as a common problem of "state-owned enterprises" once profits and losses have nothing to do with the participants, stability becomes everything. It has the advantages of not counting returns and being determined by the will of the upper class. It can quickly meet demand in the early stage and can also be used to overcome those strategic projects with great risks in the later stage, but it does not mean that it can do everything.

This is also one of the reasons why Roland is working hard to develop heavy industry and agriculture in Wudongcheng, but light industry rarely takes into account the light industry. In addition to the limited labor population, the Executive Office can no longer provide so many officials to deal with the expansion of industry types.

After all, issuing orders is simple and just a matter of one sentence. But if you really need to implement them, even if you build an additional steam engine assembly factory, you will need a complete set of manpower to support them.

And now, he has a new choice.

Before the means of attracting investment were used, someone took the initiative to send it to him, so Roland naturally had no reason to refuse easily.

Although this "company" has the background of overseas families and will inevitably cause a certain outflow of golden dragons after making a profit, as long as its production department is in Grayburg, this shortcoming is nothing.

After reaching the initial intention, Roland personally sent Victor to the entrance of the castle, "When you prepare, I think new cotton seeds should be cultivated. But I have to explain one thing in advance. If other merchants plan to follow you in the future, the Executive Office will sell the seeds to them at the same price, the more abundant the goods on the market, the more affordable the price will be. You should know this principle better than me."

"Of course, your majesty," Victor's eyes showed a confident look, "The Dawn Merchant never fears competition. My father always said that the competition has begun from the moment we were born."

When he was about to take a leave, Roland suddenly called him again, "By the way, I want to ask you another question. My minister found out that you had a record of paying taxes to Changge Fortress six years ago. Why? If you wanted to save this amount at that time, it would be a breeze for you, right?"

Victor nodded, "But the lord at that time promised that as long as he paid taxes according to quantity, he would provide some convenience and protection for the caravans traveling between the border and the Changge. He did do that at that time, the expense could at least be exempted from the threat of beasts and the trouble of attacks by peers. I always felt that paying a little price to obtain a stable and orderly rule was actually a good thing for merchants. Unfortunately, many people would rather invest large sums of money on unworthy goods than treat the rules as one of the costs."

It was indeed an interesting person. Looking at the businessman's departure, Roland couldn't help but think in his heart. If such a person is used as an example, the "private enterprise" of Grayburg should also usher in a period of rapid and vibrant development.

Just as he was about to go back to the office, Nightingale's anxious voice suddenly rang in his ears, "Your Majesty, lightning is back, she seems to be in trouble."

"What's the situation?" Roland asked hurriedly.

"It's not clear yet... I just received a message from Sylvie. After she was brought back by Maisie, she was sent directly to the hospital!"

His heart suddenly sank, "She is injured? Take me over and take a look now!"

"Yes," Nightingale reached out to grab him, and then the two of them escaped into the fog together.

...

After rushing to the medical hospital west of the city, Roland met the little girl lying on the hospital bed.

The moment he pushed open the door, the worry in his heart was dispelled. A lot of lightning looked intact, there were no obvious scars or blood on his face, and his chest was still undulating, which meant that she would not be in any serious trouble. Even if this investigation was really in danger, it was safe now.

But he soon discovered something was wrong.

Nanava did not feel relaxed after completing the treatment, but frowned and looked down at her hands, looking confused.

Maisie lay nervously on the head of the bed, wiping Lightning's forehead with her hands. When she saw Roland, she shrank her neck into her clothes, as if she had done something wrong, then he noticed that there was constant sweat on the other person's face, and a slight moan was making between his slightly open lips and teeth, as if he was immersed in a nightmare.

"What's going on?" Roland looked at Nanava, "Where is the lightning injury?"

The latter raised his head and slowly pointed to his chest.

"nightingale."

"Yes." Nightingale walked forward, carefully picked up lightning, helped her take off the special windproof jacket, and then unbuttoned the lining bit by bit. Just as she was about to fall to her collarbone, she couldn't help but stop, "Your Majesty, this is it."

Roland approached the bedside and found a thumb-sized wound at the two fingers below the lightning neck. Compared with the snow-white skin around it, the scar seemed particularly eye-catching, but if you look closely, it did not even hurt the muscle layer, but just broke the epidermis, which was a minor injury that would heal itself without any healing.

Logically speaking, healing such wounds is just a small thing for Nanava to complete in the blink of an eye.

But her next sentence made Roland stunned.
Chapter completed!