"What does it matter if you marry a non-nobleman?" Nona sneered, "Earl, what's the use of that hat on your head now?" Can you save an industry that has been crushed by your competitors? ”

The two traditional industries of the Fimmere Michehaki family, grain and cotton cultivation, and the accompanying industries of textiles and winemaking, have been almost wiped out by otherworldly forces - the large-scale rise of mechanized modern agriculture has completely saturated the grain market in the Sierta region, and even the merchants who want to hoard it can no longer eat, and then they are crushed by the ensuing second wave of grain, the third wave of increasingly low prices, and vomit everything they eat. With such a low price of grain, Femmer, who could not get the support of mechanized agriculture, reluctantly withdrew from the ranks of "large grain growers", and after taking a considerable "transfer fee", he transferred all the land under his name to the "Sierta Agricultural Complex".

This "transfer fee" may seem like a lot, but in fact it is only five years of profit for the Finnmere industry. This is equivalent to the general fate of the Beiyang warlords: take a sum of money to the concession to work as a duke, or "go abroad", but who will regard this comfortable life as a victory? For them, it is of course a self-evident failure that they have lost all the capital that can seek the throne of a country because of a defeat that they originally had a heavy army in their hands and even a province.

Naturally, Count Finnmere would have felt that he had lost his pants and lost all the industries that could continue to produce raw products - which was fine, but what happened next made him feel like a dog.

After the modernization of Duncheng began, the new industrial layout also began to be planned simultaneously. When the Shield City Textile Factory began to be built, Emperor Doniva personally asked the Count of Finmere whether he would take a stake in the shares of the new textile factory, and then shut down all the cotton yarn and weaving workshops in his name; In the eyes of modern people, this is a big bargain, and he has to stuff himself into the business of mixing up with the territory, but the stubborn Earl of Fenmere listened to the advice of his family and his own preconceived views of people from another world, and did not buy shares...... After all, cotton is cheaper, so can weaving be expensive? Fenmere didn't want to be tied down like he had last time, so he went about his spinning and weaving workshop. But the rumors and the occasional revelations of the rumors in the market made him feel that something was wrong: the people of the other world did not want his weavers and spinners—which made the Count of Finnmere feel a little regretful that he had just raised the wages of the craftsmen.

Shortly after the factory opened, it was said that he had seen the huge machine covered in black cloth that had been lifted from the Shield City Railway Station and sent to the Shield City Textile Factory by a trailer from another world. The Earl of Finnmere, who heard the news, did not take the news seriously, despite the slightest premonition. At that time, the spinning machine behind him was still spinning rapidly under the workers' feet, and the sound made him feel very relieved to hear it. But the consequences of his insensitivity to it were also quick to come.

It was a time before the Elta Empire had yet to recover, and on an ordinary early autumn afternoon, his nephew stumbled through the door of his villa from the garden.

"Uncle Finmere, Uncle Finmere, something is wrong!" His nephew pushed away the "Chinese-made" towels and water cups handed over by the servant, and hurriedly stood in front of his uncle, "The 'Duncheng Textile Factory' opened by people from another world has started, uncle, do you know?" ”

"Well, a group of inexperienced ordinary workers were recruited," old Mikhacheki still vividly interpreted that arrogance at this time, "and then what? Started? What else do you want to explain? ”

"Open in the morning...... The first batch of cloth has been produced in the afternoon! However, the cloth has now been sent to the garment factory next door to the textile mill to make the workers' own workwear! His nephew was already frightened at this time, "Although the current ratio of workers is two to one from skilled workers from Mendong City to new workers from Dun City, this rate is ......."

There was a clang, but it was Mikhacheki's own stainless steel water glass that slipped to the ground. He had no way of knowing the output of the Mendong Textile Mill - because the Mendong Textile Mill was essentially only a training base for skilled workers, and the clothes produced were not marketed, but supplied to the army, schools, factories and other places for internal digestion.

Moreover, he also knows very well that Mendong City, called the "Condominium Zone", is actually the land of people from another world. It is rumored that they have a "secret technique" comparable to that of magic, which can make their unsightly glass balls light up, and the rotation of iron fan blades inspires a cool wind, called "lightning power", but hasn't this secret art not yet spread in Shield City? Didn't the people from the other world say that they would let them use electricity first?

The last sentence is purely conjectural. The slogan "enjoy the moisture brought by electricity under the coverage of the power grid" sounds good, but it must be based on the premise of "the establishment of a transmission line network". In other words, after the construction of the shield thermal power station, the speed at which electricity can be enjoyed everywhere depends on the speed and location of the power poles, substations, and distribution stations. As for its first users, naturally, the industrial area closest to the power station......

This sudden blow overwhelmed the Earl of Finnmere's family, and they couldn't come up with a reasonable solution for several days in a row: find someone from another world to join the shares overnight? The Earl of Finfmere couldn't even find where the door of the otherworldly people was opening. It's so difficult to find the top 10,000 people in the Elta Empire, but Emperor Doniva put on a helpless face: You didn't accept the face I gave you earlier, but now you don't eat and drink for toasting, whether you want to give me face or not, the fundraising is over, you can't dilute the people of the other world and the small citizens of Shield City to give yourself face, right?

As for the destruction of textile mills, the joint upstream and downstream encirclement and interception, and the threat to the workers, the old Elta empire can be used smoothly and like a fish in water, all of which are stinky chess pieces at the moment without exception -- how big of a turtle did the Powell-Hazefinger family eat? The men, women, and children of the whole shield city are all in their eyes, which is almost killing chickens and setting an example.

After a few days, even the cloth shops in Shield City were already full of cloth produced in the Shield City Textile Factory, and these cloth shops not only demanded that the workshops under the name of Count Finnmere return the deposit for the custom-made fabrics, but also further demanded that these workshops eat the cloth they had purchased before, which was equivalent to "returning". Because the fabrics produced by the Duncheng Textile Factory have become the bestsellers of Duncheng at a low price in the past few days, the price difference between the fabrics produced in Mendong City has been blown to the bottom.

This is, of course, the situation that China wants. As soon as the supply went up, not only the shield city, but also the entire Cierta cloth price began to move towards the inevitable trend of parity. Because only when the Elta people really stop taking the fabric on their bodies and eating in their mouths as a hurdle that cannot be bypassed, can they create greater value, produce more products, and take on a larger market at the same time. But for Finmere, and even for the downstream of Finmere, the Hazefinger family, this is undoubtedly a sledgehammer that has smashed their jobs. The fabrics produced by Duncheng Textile Factory are not only of strict quality and bright colors, but also at a price three percent lower than those of the same size and length of fabrics produced here in Fenmere. Of course, the Duncheng government will not let the cloth shop make too much profit here. The price bureau of the city government notified the textile mill to open a new department, and an "official flagship store" in the center of the city, and then set up an "official recommended price" for other cloth shops. But even this "official suggested price" is lower than the price of fabrics that the Count of Finnmere has gone through through in the upstream and downstream processes. This is very embarrassing for the fabric store - your cloth is not only expensive, but also inferior in quality, how can it be sold? What's more, the big cap of the price bureau will complain about these cloths as soon as it comes to check, and what can you do if you don't return it? Big Reward Buy One Get One Free and Give It Away? I'm sorry, but the current Elta merchants generally don't have this kind of business mind. In the face of sunk costs, they will not want to sacrifice sunk costs in exchange for greater profits, but use the most traditional thinking to throw the sunk costs back to the source of all this.

This would have been understandable, but for the Count of Finnmere, it was undoubtedly a cart of cement for him to be buried in the earth half of his body. The tax-free privileges of the nobles could not help him complete the industrial upgrade at this time, let alone avoid his losses...... To add insult to injury, the shopkeepers who demanded the return of goods from him could use the name of the nobility as a threat, so that he could only return the payment and obediently eat this batch of cloth.

Within half a month, all the textile industries under the name of Count Finnmere were declared bankrupt. After compensating the cloth shops, the Count of Finnmere had to pay the repatriation expenses of the craftsmen and workers of the workshops - not only in the hands of his downstream shops, but also in the hands of his shopkeepers.

Compared with the already pitiful transfer fee of the real industry, after these repeated tosses, it is inevitable that the vitality will be greatly damaged. The transfer fee, which was originally enough for the family to eat for at least three or four years, was left with less than two years' share by this time.

"Then you have money, can you have the privileges you enjoyed before?" Finnmere asked rhetorically, "Or are you willing to be on an equal footing with the untouchables?" ”