Chapter 3
My Empire Chapter 3
2020-11-03
Chapter 3 3 How to spend all the moneyDressed in aristocratic clothes, he sat on the ground regardless of his image and began to piece together this The world's first manual machine tool.
Because of the blueprint in mind, he installed it very quickly, three points faster than a skilled old worker.
Under everyone's shocked eyes, Chris assembled one part after another, explaining the principle of assembly to the people around him while assembling, and quickly assembled a machine tool.
This is a manual machine tool similar to the operating principle of a sewing machine. This machine grinds wood, and the grinding speed is ten times or even a hundred times faster than manual grinding.
Then he simply demonstrated the operation, and everyone let out a shocked low voice.
"By stepping on this pedal, a balanced rotational force can be generated... In this way, a cylindrical product can be processed!" Chris stepped aside and signaled an apprentice to come up and operate it, and the other party quickly Just let the machine turn.
“If you improve it, you can make a lot of concentric circles—it’s easy, just try it out.” He explained how to carve patterns while instructing.
Soon, a cylindrical wooden stick in the shape of a bottle gourd with two thick ends and a thin middle appeared evenly in front of everyone's eyes, and there was not even one minute of time before and after.
"This is Divine Vestige!" An old craftsman exclaimed, looking at the machine tool that could be operated so easily and the complex cylindrical rod cut by the saw blade above, "Absolutely. Divine Vestige."
"Indeed, I have God's will." Chris pointed to his head with a smile as he assembled a second identical device.
Under the more adoring eyes of the master craftsmen, Chris threw a substandard part aside and chose another replacement to shove into the gear set.
In fact, the scrap rate is still very high for the parts made by hand. Most of the parts can be put together and used, which is great news for Chris.
A second machine was soon assembled and joined in production. Chris started getting people to assemble the third piece of equipment, and he guided himself on the sidelines, pointing out some important steps.
The machines for cutting wood began to multiply, and a few apprentice carpenters took control of the machines, and soon several beautiful stool legs were made. Even with the most discerning eyes, these products are absolutely fine.
Because the cutting speed is too fast, there is even a shortage of material preparation soon. While Chris was still assembling his fourth woodworking machine, a few woodworkers completed the first machine-produced chair.
"Although this thing is very fast, the identical chairs will soon become worthless." An old carpenter stroked the three identical chairs in front of him and said to his colleagues worriedly.
"Yeah, such a chair will lose its charm very quickly, it...it lacks the soul given to it by the craftsman..." Another woodworking master also disliked the things produced by the apprentices.
"Aesthetics will also be destroyed in the same way, which is absolutely a disaster for art." The old craftsman headed shook his head, denying the "mass-produced goods" processed by this production mode.
In their opinion, even a set of chairs requires matching and changes, and the exact same thing is simply a blasphemy to the spirit of ingenuity.
Unfortunately, Chris doesn't think so. He put down the parts in his hand and walked over to the chairs.
He is accustomed to mass-produced products, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with these identical chairs. He patted the back of one of the chairs with a satisfied smile on his face: "There's nothing wrong with that."
"Your chairs are sold to nobles." He looked at the old The craftsman said, and then pointed to the chair next to him: "These products are sold to civilians."
"Think about it, your chairs cost 20 Silver Coins or even 30. How many Silver Coins can be sold no matter how much the market demand is?” Having said that, Chris smiled and pointed to the chairs produced by the apprentices: “I dare to sell 1 Silver Coin for such chairs, guess who How much do you earn?”
A Master can make a chair that sells for 300,000 yuan, but when he was making this chair, almost 300,000 chairs worth 30 yuan were also sold in factories all over the world. produced.
Chris hopes to earn 9 million instead of waiting for the 300,000 of the illusory - this is the cruelty of modern industrial civilization, a blatant contempt for art.
While they were talking, the apprentices who never stopped behind had already made two identical chairs.
There are now five chairs of the same size in the wood workshop. It was not easy to see the exact same chair before, but everyone here today is an eye-opener.
What's more terrifying is that as some wood was processed and sent, the apprentices who had the raw materials had new toys, and they produced 5 such chairs in one go.
In Chris' view, all this is just the beginning. He still has beautiful printing and dyeing formulas in his hands, as well as the Great Killing Artifact of the Industrial Revolution like the loom, and the steam engine. The power plant...
In short, once let him take the step of industrial civilization, everything will no longer be a problem. He can quickly accumulate the wealth around him into his pocket with the speed of stealing money.
"With this kind of equipment, we can continuously produce chairs and tables. According to the calculation of 5 Silver Coins for a set of seats, we can earn 1 gold coin a day!" During dinner, Stryd spoke to Deans brightly.
Deans is also very interested in the machine tools that Chris made. According to Stryd's calculation, they can earn almost 300 more gold coins a year, which is definitely a huge sum of money.
If you expand the scale of production and double the output, the territory will get twice the profit every year, enough to pay the increased gold coin tax.
"It's a pity that if we keep selling woodworking products so cheap, the price will soon drop... I can sell about 5 Silver Coins in a few months, and only 3 in a few months. Silver Coin." Chris poured a pot of cold water down when everyone was happy.
He is well aware of the laws of the market and is really familiar with this dumping model. Once the product begins to flow into the market in large quantities, the price will inevitably continue to decline.
"Yeah, we're still too optimistic, but even if it's only 100gold coin income, it's not a small amount for us." Deans in turn began to comfort Chris, making Chris a little didn 't know whether to cry or laugh.
"Actually, I've started to have our craftsmen build more sophisticated equipment, with which a few people can complete the production of desks, chairs and cabinets - the cost can be further reduced." Take a bite Chicken, Chris told Deans.
"By that time, to produce this exact same chair, we can reduce the cost to 20 Copper Coins or even lower." Having said this, his tone was full of pride.
The power of industry is reflected in cost, intuitively and efficiently. Once the state of mass production is formed, it will only overwhelm all small workshops and occupy the most extensive market.
Chris can't even imagine how much the cost of furniture in this era can be reduced if the density panels of later generations are developed - maybe a few Copper Coins can buy a set of tables, chairs and stools.
"So we're just making a little money selling woodworking products!" Chris continued with a laugh about his plan, his words as captivating at this moment as the alchemy of turning stone into gold: "Really What makes money is selling machines!"
"We sell this woodworking machine! 15 gold coins a piece! How much do you think we can make?" Chris stretched out a finger, the expression on his face The smile is even bigger: "In half a year, our equipment will be all over the surrounding area, crowding out all the workshops!"
"The gods are above...I can't believe it, this must be A, a money-making magic," Deans marvels.
A rough calculation shows that this is a big business with more than 3,000 gold coins a year. Even in the Arrant Empire, such a business can be called great generosity. Those big nobles who can earn thousands of gold coins a year can definitely be regarded as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns in the surrounding area.
Stryd, who was listening to the news, was even more excited, which meant that the production and economy he was in charge of would soar into the sky in the coming months.
It was definitely good news, good news that got him very excited: "This way, Lord Chris, we won't have to raise the toll."
"Certainly not! Dear Stryd! Not only will we not increase tolls, we will reduce tolls!" Chris said his plan with a smile on his face.
"Why?" Stryd looked at his Sir City Lord with some puzzlement, and for a while he couldn't turn his head.
"We export woodworking products on such a large scale, and the transportation itself is a big problem. If we don't encourage more businessmen to come to us, how can we sell so many products?" Replied directly.
"Not only do we need to reduce tolls, we also need to build roads! Send 500 guards out and let them repair the roads, so that more carriages will come to Serris City!" At that time, Chris looked towards Vagron.
"No problem, my lord! I will dispatch troops tomorrow." Vagron swift and decisive, immediately agreed.
"Gentlemen! We're not the same as we were before! We'll be richer in the future, and now your task has become heavier." Chris raised his glass and toasted three times with the bad wine inside. One of his subordinates: "You have to think about how to use up all this money."
When they heard this statement, the three of them laughed. Stryd may understand better than Wagron, he seems I have seen the light of gold coin, those lights are in his arms, supporting the upward arc on his face, so he smiles more brightly.
Vagron also knows the usefulness of money to the army, but he can't immediately associate the chairs in front of him with the slashing on the battlefield. Those chair legs, he always subconsciously think too thick. The handle of the axe looks awkward, so he smiles stiffly. Fortunately, he has been given a relatively simple task, which is to build roads.
And Chris watched the two with a faint smile. After taking a sip of wine, he suddenly became serious: "You know what? I'm not interested in furniture at all. Fortunately, I didn't see it on your face, and I laughed at me about selling chairs, otherwise I would have More serious."
"What do you mean, Sir City Lord?...What do you mean?" Stryd and Vagron were confused again.
"Take this as a prelude to a war, I need you two to prepare according to this standard, okay?", Chris looked at the two people he depended on seriously: "It's like preparing for war. , need to plan, prepare, execute and adjust, okay, this is the beginning, it is very important to me and the future, I need you."
"Of course, my lord, I will follow your instructions". The three replied in unison.
"Once our mass-produced stuff starts to make a name for itself, the surrounding lords will hit us. We used to be okay because we were all poor... but if Let's get rich first, then things will be different!" Chris continued.
"So, before we don't have the means to protect ourselves, let's accumulate some woodworking machinery little by little, improve our equipment, and reserve some talents!" Chris is going to suspend the speed of exposing his own strength. He felt that he should first develop some means of self-protection before making plans.
According to Chris's plan, firstly, the manufacturing of woodworking machines will be spread to the whole city, and ten new woodworking factories will be set up, but all factories must adhere to a rule for the first two months, That is, only machine tools are made and tested, not mass-produced woodware. Many artisans and apprentices are attracted by the high wages of these processing plants, making and trying to improve such large and complex tools, enjoying their leisure before waiting for the second order.
And Chris and his right-hand man have no spare time. For development, waiting is helpless, and before Serris City starts dumping its woodware, it must wait for another thing to be secured. paint? of course not. It was a piece of artillery that Chris had blueprinted the night after the crossing.
To do smelting experiments with steel and to find raw materials for black powder, which is not purely physical cutting of chair legs, Chris and Stryd have been working almost non-stop for six months after they raised their glasses. The development of the artillery was carried out. For the sake of efficiency and secrecy, Chris divided the steel smelting, parts casting, gunpowder configuration and shell manufacturing into four independent places. It was not until the fifth month that they were secretly assembled and successfully tested.
Of course, the carpenters didn't have time for five months. They received orders in the third month to start mass-producing all kinds of wood furniture. Although everyone was very busy, they were amazed at the speed and quality of production. But it never stopped. The biggest contradiction and doubt in their hearts is the price of these furniture, because another abnormal order has continued to this day, that is, only production and storage, no bargaining and no selling.
"Where's Vagron?!" Chris exclaimed.
"He was about to see you," Stryd replied. "He's been building the road for five months, and it was basically done yesterday," Stryd added.
"It's time for him to take over," Chris breathed a sigh of relief, handing over the assembly and testing of all the artillery to the military, keeping it strictly confidential. Estimate how many Young Sect Master guns we can have? "
"It is estimated that there will be 20 artillery pieces, 200 shells. Stryd replied.
"Do you think that's enough? "Chris asked casually.
"This...I don't know, my lord. Stryd was asked innocently, and he continued: "But our finances are running out. Roads, processing plants, artillery, as you mean, we've run out of money." "
"Well, it's better than being robbed," Chris said. "It's not worth the money you make, but it's the worst thing to do." A more direct way to get money than brains, skills, or even luck is to grab it. I can think of this, and so can the goddamn robbers, so I have to be ready to let everyone who wants our wealth die. "
"Yes, my lord." "Stryd said with a nod.
"By the way, you just said that the finances can't support it... Can you think of a way to hold it for a while?" I need to give Gvallon some time to practice the warriors using the artillery. "Chris said with some embarrassment.
"Then can I first fire the apprentices in the processing plant who have eaten me for a week?" Stryd asked reluctantly.
"Forget it, we can start selling chairs right away, to ensure that they can work at any time, training matters, I will think of a way! "Chris had to change his mind about saving money.
"I can guarantee this, my nephew is going to be an apprentice there. said Street.
(end of chapter)