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Volume 3: The Splitter Chapter 182: The First Product

"So, what was the reason why he attacked me?" Dudian asked.

Fulin pondered for a moment and suddenly said, "I remember, two years ago, the Milan family seemed to be preparing to marry the Bronn family. I wonder if it was because of this?"

"Marriage?" Du Di'an was slightly stunned for a moment, and then came to a silence. After a while, he asked, "What is the result?"

"Not accomplished." Forlin shook his head, "Miss Jenny from the Bronn family disagreed. In addition, the Mel family may also intervene secretly to prevent this marriage. After all, once the Milan family and the Bronn family are successful, a greater force will be formed. In the entire consortium, the most unfavorable influence is the Mel family. Although the Mel and Bronn families are family friends, the grievances of the nobles are difficult to explain in a few words."

Dudian glanced at him and said, "No wonder the ones who came to disrupt Taiwan today were the Meer family and the Milan family. The Miss of the Meer family, who is young, does not look as simple and ignorant as she looks."

Fulin smiled slightly and said, "No matter how cunning the little fox is, he will eventually lose in experience."

Dudian nodded and admitted that this was true.

"But, today you humiliated the Milan family in person, and they will not let it go." Fulin sighed softly and said, "Although we have become independent from the Mellon consortium, we can tolerate it occasionally."

Dudian said: "Some can tolerate, while others are not worthy of letting me to endure. There is a word called humiliation. Today's incident will not be spread, and there is no way to accuse me of being the best. Offending the nobles will only make trouble behind my back. But even if we are polite, since others are hostile, don't ask others to attack when they will attack."

Fulin looked at him and always had an illusion when talking to Dudian, as if he was not facing a boy of fifteen or sixteen, but a mature adult in his thirties, and he was as cunning as a fox. This made him think of some outstanding figures in history, most of whom showed amazing talents in certain aspects when they were children.

Perhaps, the talent of the boy in front of him will become an outstanding figure in the future, but it is definitely not a positive one.

"The Milan family cherishes their face and will not spread it." Fulin looked at Dudian and said, "But there is no airtight wall in the world. The news that you can easily defeat the intermediate knight will be spread to the entire circle soon through the mouths of these people who came today. Although you dare not report it in the newspaper, you will also become famous in the circle. However, being famous may not be a good thing."

Dudian said: "The Mellon consortium should take measures immediately. No matter what, we must make money as soon as possible, rent out a passage outside the wall, and cultivate our own hunters."

Fulin smiled bitterly and said, "This is all up to you."

Dudian nodded, thinking of his small workshop where he had everything ready, he stood up and said goodbye, "I'll go back first."

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After leaving Ryan Castle, it was too late and it was curfew time outside.

Dudian's carriage was filled with the Ryan family's flag, and he encountered a curfew soldier on the road, but was not stopped.

Back at the small workshop, Du Di'an counted all the materials he prepared, and confirmed that it was correct, so he lay down and fell asleep on the cargo box in the workshop.

The next day.

Dudian went to the slave market in the western area of ​​the commercial district and spent twenty silver coins to select twenty slaves. Most of these slaves were dark-skinned Blanc race, with healthy bodies, ten men and ten women, aged about eighteen to twenty-five.

Most of the slaves sold were down and out nobles, bankrupt wealthy merchants, depression knights and others. They could not provide for too many slave servants and could only consign them.

During the transfer procedures of slave market, Dudian did not transfer directly to his name, but transferred to the Ryan family, and then took these slaves to the small workshop he rented to teach them simple production techniques. Each person only needs to learn the environment of his own production and produce it in line.

Among these slaves, there were many smart people. Dudian selected a middle-aged man named Harrison, who was once the housekeeper of a certain Knight family to manage the workshop on his behalf.

Dudian spent the whole day teaching these slaves to make and supervising their work.

At night, Dudian counted the finished goods he had made, with only less than a thousand boxes.

"The materials consumed are about two silver coins. If these matches want to be sold quickly, they must be launched at an extremely low price. Each box of two copper coins is 20 silver coins, and the income ratio is ten to one." Dudian secretly thought in his mind.

That's right, the first thing he made was matches.

Although in alchemy, matches are not listed as forbidden techniques like explosives, and the alchemy structure of matches is relatively simple, and can be made by the use and combination of basic materials such as yellow phosphorus and red phosphorus, in this period without electricity, matches can completely replace Scarlet!

After all, the fire scythe is slow and heavy, and both points will be defeated by the advantages of matches.

Although matches are just a small item, they are consumables, which means there is always a demand. When covering the status of Scarlet, the money earned will never be inferior to other valuable items.

"Twenty silver coins a day are still too slow, and only two gold coins in ten days." Dudian thought about the previous production process. The twenty slaves were very efficient. The reason why they only made one thousand boxes was that, in addition to not being very skilled in making the first time, the process of cutting match sticks took the most time. The ten slaves cut match sticks could not keep up with the speed of others making firewood heads and paper boxes.

"It's only when you build a machine that cuts matches." Dudian thought, "but the emergence of machinery will inevitably lead to mechanical energy and then develop it in large quantities. Other consortiums can rely on their powerful financial resources and channels to make themselves, the inventor, unable to find any market and have to starve to death."

"Since that's the case, it's better to come and develop the steam era yourself." Dudian's eyes became dark and firm. If others copy his products, he would let others copy the speed, and he would not be able to catch up with the speed he invented!

After renting a few dilapidated houses for these slaves, Dudian returned overnight and set off for the Ryan Castle.

The carriage had just entered Yad town when suddenly, the horses pulled in front roared in panic, shaking the carriage left and right. The coachman was worried that it would disturb Dudian, and hurriedly waved his whip and shouted loudly.

Dudian came to his senses, lifted the curtains and looked out, and there was nothing on the street in the dark night.
Chapter completed!
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