Chapter 3: How to spend all the money

Wearing a noble costume, he just sat on the floor in disregard of his image, and began to piece together the world's first manual machine tool.

Because there is a blueprint in his mind, he installed it very quickly, three points faster than a skilled veteran worker.

In the shocking eyes of everyone, Chris assembled one part after another, explaining the principle of assembly to the people around while assembling, and quickly assembled a machine tool.

This is a manual machine tool that is similar to the operating principle of a sewing machine. This kind of machine polishes wood, and the polishing speed is ten or even a hundred times faster than manual polishing.

Then he gave a simple demonstration of the operation, causing everyone to cry in shock.

"Step on this pedal, you can generate a balanced rotation force... In this way, cylindrical products can be processed!" Chris gave up his position and signaled an apprentice to come up and operate, and the other party quickly turned the machine .

"If you improve it, you can make a lot of patterns composed of concentric circles. It's very simple, just try it." While instructing, he explained how to carve patterns.

Soon, a gourd-shaped cylindrical wooden stick with two thick ends and a thin middle appeared evenly in front of everyone's eyes, without even a minute before and after.

"This is a miracle!" An old craftsman looked at the machine tool so easy to operate, looked at the complex cylindrical wooden stick cut by the saw blade on it, and exclaimed: "It's definitely a miracle."

"Indeed, I got the will of God." Chris smiled and pointed to his head while assembling the second same device.

In the more admired gaze of the master craftsmen, Chris threw an unqualified part aside, chose another replacement part and stuffed it into the gear set.

Hand-made parts actually have a very high rejection rate. The fact that most of the parts can be put together and used is great news for Chris.

The second machine tool was quickly assembled and joined the ranks of production. Chris started to let people assemble the third device by hand, and he guided by himself and suggested some important steps.

Machines for cutting wood began to increase. A few carpentry apprentices controlled the machines and soon finished a few exquisite stool legs. Even with the most critical eyes, these products can definitely be regarded as high-quality goods.

Because the cutting speed is too fast, there is even insufficient material preparation soon. While Chris was still assembling the fourth woodworking machine, a few woodworkers completed the first machine-produced chair.

"Although this thing is fast, the exact same chair will soon become worthless." An old carpenter stroked the three identical chairs in front of him and said worriedly to his colleagues.

"Yes, such a chair will soon lose its charm. It... it lacks the soul given to it by the craftsman..." Another master carpenter also couldn't understand what was produced by the apprentices.

"The sense of beauty will also be ruined by the same thing. This is definitely a disaster for art." The old craftsman in the lead shook his head, denying the "mass production" processed by this production model.

In their opinion, even if it is a set of chairs, it must be matched and changed. The exact same thing is simply a blasphemy of ingenuity.

Unfortunately, Chris doesn't think so. He put down the parts in his hand and walked to the chairs.

He was accustomed to mass-produced products, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with these identical chairs. He slapped the back of one of the chairs, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "It's nothing bad."

"Your chairs are sold to nobles." He looked at the old craftsmen and said, and after finishing speaking, he pointed to the chairs beside him: "These products are sold to civilians."

"Think about it, your chair sells for 20 silver coins or even 30 silver coins. No matter how much market demand, how many can you sell?" At this point, Chris smiled and pointed to the chairs produced by the apprentices: "Such a chair, I dare to sell 1 silver coin, guess who makes more?"

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 produced in factories all over the world.

What Chris hopes is to earn 9 million, instead of waiting for the illusory 300,000. This is the cruelty of modern industrial civilization, a naked contempt for art.

During the period of speaking, the apprentices who have not stopped behind have made two more identical chairs.

Now in the wood workshop are five chairs with exactly the same specifications. It was not easy to see exactly the same chair in the past. Everyone here today is an eye-opener.

What's more frightening is that as some of the wood was processed and delivered, the apprentices who had the raw materials had new toys and produced five such chairs in one breath.

In Chris's opinion, all of this is just the beginning. He still has good-looking printing and dyeing formulas in his hands, as well as the loom, a big killer of the industrial revolution, and a power device such as a steam engine...

In short, once he is allowed to take the footsteps of industrial civilization, everything will no longer be a problem. He can use the speed of grabbing money to quickly accumulate the wealth around him into his pocket.

"With this kind of equipment, we can continuously produce chairs and tables. Based on a set of 5 silver coins for a set of seats, we can earn 1 gold coin a day!" During dinner, Strider was enthusiastic. Deans said.

Diens is also very interested in the machine tools that Chris has made. According to Strider's calculations, they can earn almost 300 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 can get twice the profit every year, enough to pay the increased tax on gold coins.

"Unfortunately, if we have been selling woodworking products so cheaply, the price will soon fall... Almost 5 silver coins can be sold in the past few months, and only 3 silver coins will be sold in a few months." Chris said to everyone. When I was very happy, I poured a basin of cold water down.

Knowing the laws of the market, he is really familiar with this dumping model. Once products begin to flow into the market in large quantities, prices will inevitably continue to fall.

"Yeah, we are still too optimistic, but even if the income is only 100 gold coins, it is not a small amount for us." Dians in turn began to comfort Chris, making Chris a little bit dumbfounded.

"In fact, I have begun to let our craftsmen build more sophisticated equipment. With these equipment, a few people can complete the production cost of tables, chairs and cabinets. The production cost can be further reduced." After eating a bite of chicken, Chris said to Deans. .

"At that time, we can reduce the cost to 20 copper coins or even lower to produce this exactly the same chair." When he said this, his tone was full of pride.

The power of industry is reflected in cost, which is intuitive and effective. Once the state of mass production is formed, it will only destroy all small handicraft workshops and occupy the most extensive market.

Chris can't even imagine that if the density panels of later generations are developed, the furniture of this era can reduce the cost to what level, maybe a few copper coins, you can buy a set of tables, chairs and benches.

"So we only make a small amount of money from selling woodworking products!" Chris smiled and continued to talk about his plan. His words at this moment are as fascinating as the alchemy of turning stones into gold: "The real money is selling machines. !"

"We sell this woodworking machine! 15 gold coins each! How much do you think we can make?" Chris held out a finger and smiled even better: "In half a year, our equipment will be spread all over All the handicraft workshops are squeezed out in the surrounding area!"

"The gods are on...I can't believe it, this must be a kind of magic to make money." Deans exclaimed.

A rough calculation shows that this is a big business of more than 3,000 gold coins a year, even in the Arante Empire, this kind of business can be called a big deal. Those nobles who can earn thousands of gold coins a year are definitely rare in the surrounding area.

Streid, who listened to these news, was even more excited, which means that the production and economy he is in charge of will soar into the sky in the next few months.

This is definitely good news, good news that excites him: "In this way, Lord Chris, we won't have to increase tolls."

"Of course not! Dear Strider! Not only do we not increase tolls, we also want to reduce tolls!" Chris said his plan with a smile on his face.

"Why?" Strider looked at his Lord City Master somewhat puzzled, and he couldn't turn his head for a while.

"We export woodworking products on such a large scale, and the transportation itself is a big problem. If we don't encourage more merchants to come to us, how can we sell so many products?" Chris answered directly without selling it.

"Not only to reduce tolls, we also need to build roads! We will send 500 guards out and let them repair the roads so that more carriages will come to the city of Serris!" At this point, Chris looked towards Wagron.

"No problem, sir! I will deploy troops tomorrow." Wagron resolutely agreed and immediately agreed.

"Gentlemen! We are not the same as before! In the future we will be richer, and now your tasks become heavier." Chris held up the wine glass and used the bad wine in it to respect three of his men: "You want Think about how to spend all this money."

When hearing this statement, the three of them laughed. Strider might understand better than Wagron. He seemed to have seen the light of gold coins. Those lights were in his arms and propped up his face. Arc, so smile brighter.

Wagron knew the use of money for the army, but he couldn't immediately connect the chairs in front of him with the hacks on the battlefield. The legs of the chairs, he always subconsciously thought of the axe handles, looked awkward. , So the smile is more rigid. Fortunately, he has been given a relatively simple task, which is to build roads.

And Chris watched the two with a 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. I laughed at me for selling chairs, otherwise I would More serious."

"What do you mean, Lord City Lord?...What do you want to say?" Strider and Wagron were again in doubt.

"Take it as a prelude to a war. I need you two to prepare according to this standard, okay?", Chris looked at the two people he relied on seriously: "Just like preparing for war, it requires planning, preparation, Implementation and adjustment, okay, this is the beginning. It is important for me and for the future. I need you."

"Of course, my lord, it's all at your command." The three answered in unison.

"Once our mass-produced things start to gain fame around us, the surrounding lords will hit us with their ideas. In the past, everyone was fine, because everyone was poor... But if we get rich first, then the situation will be fine. It's different!" Chris continued.

"So, before there is no means of self-protection, we will first accumulate some woodworking machinery, improve our equipment, and reserve some talents!" Chris is going to postpone the speed of exposing his own strength. He thinks that we should develop some first. Make plans after the means of self-protection come out.

Therefore, according to Chris’s plan, the manufacturing of wood machine tools was first expanded to the whole city, and ten wood processing plants were newly set up. However, all processing plants must adhere to one rule in the first two months, that is, only manufacturing and Testing machine tools, mass production of woodware is not allowed. Many craftsmen and apprentices are attracted by the high salaries of these processing plants, making and trying to improve such complex large tools, and enjoy their leisure before waiting for the second order.

And Chris and his right-hand man are not idle. For development, waiting is a helpless move, and before Serris City starts dumping its wooden tools, it must wait for another thing to guarantee. paint? of course not. It was a cannon that Chris had painted on the night after the crossing.

To use steel for smelting experiments, but also to find the raw material for black powder. This is not a purely physical cutting of the legs of the chair. Chris and Strider have been carrying out artillery almost non-stop for six months after they toasted. Development. For efficiency and confidentiality, Chris divided steel smelting, parts casting, gunpowder configuration and shell manufacturing into four independent operations. It was not assembled secretly until the fifth month, and the test was successful.

Of course, the carpenters did not have a leisure time for five months. They received the order in the third month to start mass production of various wood furniture. Although everyone was very busy, their admiration for the production speed and quality never stopped. The biggest contradiction and doubt in my mind is the price of these furniture, because another abnormal order has continued to this day, which is to only produce and store, and no bargaining or selling is allowed.

"Where's Wagron?!" Chris called.

"He is about to see you," Strider replied: "He repaired the road for five months, and it was basically completed yesterday." Strider added specifically.

"It's time for him to take over," Chris sighed, and handed over the assembly and testing of all the artillery to the army, keeping it strictly confidential. Estimate how many artillery we can have? "

"It is estimated that there will be 20 artillery and 200 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 went on to say: "But our finances can no longer hold up. Roads, processing plants, artillery, according to your wishes, we have Spent the money."

"Well, it's better than being snatched away," Chris said. "You can't spend it when you make money, but the worst thing is. A more direct way to get money than brain, technology, or even luck is to **** it. I can think of this, as can the **** robbers, so I have to be prepared to let all those who covet our wealth die."

"Yes, sir." Strider nodded and said.

"By the way, you just said that the finances can't support it...Can you think of a way to support it for a while? I need to give Gvallon time to train the soldiers to use artillery." Chris said embarrassedly.

"Then can I first dismiss the apprentices in the processing plant who have eaten me for a week?" Strider asked reluctantly.

"Forget it, we can start selling chairs right away, to ensure that they can work and train at any time, I will think of a way!" Chris had to change his idea of ​​saving money.

"I can assure you that my nephew is going to be an apprentice there." Street said.