Happiness came too suddenly, giving Steed a sense of unreality. After more than ten days of preparation, he even sat in the carpentry workshop, waiting for the first merchant to come to buy tables and chairs.

There was the smell of paint that hadn't dried all over the place, and for the first time, Steed found the smell pleasant.

"We're going to Dunin, I've heard there's cheap furniture for sale, so we're going to take a look......" A voice sounded behind him as Stred got up for the third time to touch the beautiful-looking furniture.

For Breed, who was in a hurry to turn wood into gold, the sound was tantamount to a fairy sound.

He turned around, with a smile on his face that seemed to be jumping, rubbed his hands together and asked, "Yes, there is a newly developed chair here!" Beautifully styled and cheap! Would you like to take a look? ”

The merchant nodded, and his gaze fell on the chair behind Tree, unable to take his eyes off it.

There is no such thing as a mass-produced chair in this world, and it is actually more difficult to buy an identical chair than to buy a different one: so many aristocrats like to use basically the same chair in order to show their wealth.

The problem is, there are so many identical chairs here – so many that it's dizzying.

"100 identical chairs? The gods are above, am I right? The merchant took two steps forward, reaching out to stroke the neatly stacked chairs, but cautiously stopped his impulse halfway through.

"Such a chair is expensive, isn't it?" He turned his head sideways, looked at Steed, who had a better smile on his face, and asked in a slight trill.

"It's not expensive, about 25 silver coins a handful." When Steed said the price, he felt his heart beat faster.

He knew how much it would cost to produce such a chair, including the wages of an apprentice worker, and that a chair would cost about 45 copper coins to produce.

To be able to sell such a cheap chair for 25 silver coins, he himself felt that his conscience was a little uncomfortable.

Of course, he also knew that such a price would soon cease to exist, and a large number of chairs would flood the market, and perhaps in a few days he would only be able to sell such chairs for 10 silver coins.

"Great! I want 40 of these chairs......" The other party happily stretched out his hand and stroked the smooth line of the chair legs, the kind of unprecedented standard arc, which made the businessman's blood gush.

As long as these chairs are transported to the Alantes, which nobleman will be presented to curry favor with the royal family, at least he will get a barony, right?

Just think about it, it's a little exciting. As if he had taken the position of a baron, the merchant stood a little straighter than before.

Ten gold coins filled a whole cloth pocket, which was quite weighty to carry. The smile on Stered became even more exaggerated as he watched the gold coins being put into the cash box by the guards he had brought.

He was in charge of the revenue of Ceris City, of course, he had seen more money, and when he paid the taxes of the Arrant Empire, he watched as 300 gold coins were carried away by a wagon.

But even he had never seen a business that earned 10 gold coins in such a short time - you know, in the workshop not far away, the apprentices were still producing such chairs.

In ten days, in the castle, in the blacksmith shop, and in the barracks of the city of Seris...... There will be chairs like this everywhere. At that time, there were even people who would step on such chairs to cut wood or strike iron.

In the morning, about 10 merchants came to the carpentry yard's warehouse and bought the chairs from Stred.

With 70 gold coins coming in, Steed really began to seriously consider Chris's question: how to spend so much money?

"Excuse me...... Excuse me, these chairs are all made by a 'means', right? A young man asked without raising his head, touching the smooth lines of the chair's leg with his hand.

"Huh?" Steady looked at the young man and looked at him curiously. The young man was dressed in a noble shirt and carried a short sword at his waist.

The curly blond hair made the young man look delicate, and he looked like a little girl from the side.

"It's not a person doing the same job repeatedly, I know a master carpenter like this, he can't do it with the same arc...... So natural. The young man raised his head with a look of curiosity: "It's not quite right to say that it is natural...... Because this thing doesn't seem to have any artistic inspiration, they ...... They are beautiful, however, I can't think of any adjectives to describe the feeling. ”

"Hello, sir. Do you want to buy these chairs? They are not expensive, only 25 silver coins per handful. Breed wasn't in the mood to discuss craftsmanship with the young man in front of him, because he knew how it was made.

A few days later, when the price of the chairs was so low that it was not profitable, the city of Seris would sell the woodworking machinery – and then people would understand the greatness of the city.

"I know, I've heard that. 25 silver coins ......" The young man smiled and took his hand away from his chair: "My name is Desel!" Dragontate Desel ......"

The smile on his face faded, and Steed was silent for a few seconds before he spoke, "You...... It is the ...... of the Dragontate family"

"Yes." Desel nodded and said, "I didn't expect to see such an interesting thing in Seris City!" Can you show me there? ”

"When, of course......" Sterred looked at one of the guards beside him and commanded, "Go and call the Lord of the City." ”

"This way, please!" Turning sideways slightly, Steed gave up half of his position, made a gesture to lead the way, and said respectfully.

Desel returned the standard aristocratic salute, and then, without giving in, took a straight step, passed Stred, and walked towards the small door on the other side of the storeroom.

Chris, who was tirelessly drawing drawings of parts, was once again interrupted by Deans, who came to report the news.

He put down the quill with some dissatisfaction, rubbed his somewhat astringent neck, and asked, "I want you to interrupt me, it's really important, Deans." ”

Deans's face was solemn, and he reported: "My lord, I don't know if our luck is too good or too bad...... In short, the people of the Dragontet family want to meet you. ”

"The Dragontate family? What for? Chris naturally didn't know what kind of family suddenly appeared, and asked with a puzzled face, "Isn't it amazing?" ”

"My lord, the Dragontet family is one of the largest business families in the mortal realm, they run everything, and they can be said to be one of the richest and oldest families." Dean reported knowingly.

He even used many honorifics when he introduced it, which made Chris realize the horror of this family: "This family is very large, and they control the business of metal smelting, grain and other valuables, and even the minting of gold coins in some countries. ”

"Oh! That's interesting. Chris finally felt that he had not wasted his time this time, nodded and said, "Let's go!" Let's go meet the guests of the Dragontate family! ”

By the time Chris arrived at the carpentry, Breed had already taken Desel on a tour of the novelty machinery.

Like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, Desail carefully observed the actions of those apprentices operating the machinery, and even went up to try it himself, scrapping a piece of wood.

Breed is not at all worried that Desel will plagiarize the mechanical design here: on the one hand, just looking at the external structure does not necessarily fully understand the complex parts inside; The other is the great history of the Dragontate family.

This family has an ancestral motto that resounded throughout the continent: "The Longtaite family only does business, not robbers". From the day of its birth, this family has been a pure business family, never exceeding its own rules.

Whatever they fancy will be cooperated with strong financial resources and conditions that the other party cannot refuse, and they have never heard of them stealing anything from anyone. Heritages are sometimes real, especially when the people who hold them cherish them.

"It's a great invention, it's really fantastic." Desel looked up and praised Stred beside him with surprise on his face.

Then he saw that a black-haired man who was not short, well-proportioned, and very handsome-looking walked in with a middle-aged man with long hair.

"You must be the Lord of Chris, it's nice to meet you. To introduce myself, I am Dessel of the Dragontate family, the third son of the family. Desel did not mean to be contemptuous at all, and politely took the lead in greeting.

Chris was not arrogant, of course, and immediately returned the salute: "Welcome to Serris City, Mr. Desser. ”

"I'm sorry to bother." Desel smiled and said, "Actually, I was just passing through Seris City today, but I found something interesting, so I decided to come here to see it temporarily." ”

He pointed to the machine next to him and exclaimed, "It's worth the trip, I've found something amazing here." ”

"Something remarkable, indeed." Chris smiled and nodded, not at all modest.

As a soul from modern industrial civilization, of course he knows how great the power of 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 and applicable...... Suitable for ...... Others, other work. Desel smiled a little awkwardly and explained, "I'm not stuttering, but ...... Please understand that it is not easy to describe the changes that your technology has brought to production. ”

"I understand." Chris replied: "You're right, this technology can be applied to any complicated job – it can replace many machines, like the outdated looms." ”