The upper floor of this Lulei, there are many trading companies, and the local tyrants are like clouds, and there are guide cars passing through it from time to time, making the road look greedy, and Duchamp can see the fire in his eyes: "My God, such an old-fashioned guide car, can still drive so stylishly, what a group of turtles!" Wait for my brother's industrial kingdom to be built, let you see what it means to be handsome and cool! ”

Fortunately, after walking this section, the front is back to the true nature of an industrial city, with ramped blocks lined with dense small houses and laneways, and crisscrossed steel pipes. The upper classes of Rurey were not only wealthy, but also large communities of workers and factories.

In return, the Lane Ford Society built the Sky Corridor, and in return, they were given access to the many hills to which the corridor was connected, and the Tomorrow Neighborhood was just one of them.

The Night Bar, located at the entrance of the community, has a bright ale glass raised high, and in the middle of the ale glass, there is an inconspicuous black dot.

Seeing the night bar in such a location, Lu and Duchamp felt a little more confident.

Lu took the lead, pushed open the halfway door of the bar, and walked in.

The bar looks plainly decorated with lots of wood furniture and a lot of ale barrels, which is also intimate.

He walked over and shouted, "Man, two glasses of rye, not ice." Besides, we're going to have something else. ”

"Sorry, we only have wine here, we don't sell anything else." A black-clad bartender, with arms crossed in a less enthusiastic way, looked at the two men from behind the counter.

"Then let's serve the wine first." Lu sat down by the bar as if he hadn't heard what the bartender said.

There was only one bartender in the entire bar, and he quickly poured two glasses of ale, pushed them over, and looked at Lu and Duchamp without a trace, and quickly turned his attention to Lu: "Man, where did you come from?" ”

"Pvenness." Lu replied loudly.

Hearing this name, the bartender's eyes suddenly brightened: "Good place, mercenaries walk all over the streets, and there are as many masters as dogs." ”

Lu grinned, drank the ale, and slammed it upside down on the bar.

The bartender saw the movement of the road, knew that the business had finally come, threw away the rag, and sat down in the bar with a golden knife, and suddenly there was a sharpness that did not belong to the bartender.

"What more do you two want?"

The road is not verbose, and goes straight to the point: "We have just arrived, and we have a dark eye on this place, and we want to find someone who knows a little bit about the city's industry. How much do you charge here? ”

The bartender quietly reached out and turned the upside-down glass over again, poured another glass of ale, and said as he poured, "It depends on the complexity of the question you are asking." Rest assured, my prices here are always fair. Let me introduce myself first, my name is Shadow Thorn, and I am a freelancer, not only managing intelligence, but also taking some odd jobs. ”

Duchamp listened to this introduction, and his eyebrows couldn't help jumping.

The tipster continues to introduce himself:

"Among the intelligence merchants in this city, I can be regarded as the top three, but as you can see, I am much closer to the people here than others."

Lu nodded solemnly in agreement, and reported to his family: "Manglong! ”

The two shook hands quickly.

Duchamp didn't understand this set of rules, so he hurriedly stretched out his hand: "My name is Duchamp." ”

The bartender's hand had already retracted.

Despised !

Duchamp fell into deep chagrin.

In this world, you have to rely on strength to eat!

The strength of the bartender in front of him is extraordinary, and he has broken through the wall to enter the country, which is not comparable to Dushan.

Lu didn't notice this detail, and he quickly explained what he meant.

"It's hard, it's very hard!" Shadowthorn reached out and stroked his neatly manicured mustache, organized his words, and gave an overview of the city.

Although Rulei claims to be the world's manufacturing center, this center actually belongs to the Lane Ford Society, the largest arms manufacturer in the empire, with 50,000 employees in the city of Rure, serving its nine major manufacturing offices, and the entire city almost revolves around this one enterprise.

In addition, there are many manufacturing enterprises belonging to others, such as the Marquis of Rogner, the lord of the Northlands, who owns the second largest manufacturing enterprise in the city, and manages the royal mines. In addition, there are many small manufacturing plants, as well as various lords and mining companies, which are active in the local manufacturing industry.

"However, the empire has always had strict control over resources. All of Luley's steel is sold by Zaxon Mining. Without quotas, there is no way to buy steel at all, and as a small enterprise that produces civilian products, it is already very difficult to apply for steel quotas. That's it, there are always people who can't use up their steel quota and can resell it. The most troublesome thing is that Qiyao Stone Mine is a national strategic resource, and it is impossible for civilian products such as stoves to get a share that can support production, and it is impossible for others to take out this thing and resell it. ”

Duchamp's igniting ambitions for an industrial empire were shattered by reality.

"But!"

The bartender is clearly a fellow trader and knows how to keep the customer confident when the time is right.

Lu and Duchamp looked up expectantly again.

The bartender tapped lightly on the table and pondered: "There seem to be some enterprises in this city, which are not doing well, and the annual quota is wasted. If you can connect with them, make them and you are only responsible for sales, then the problem will be solved. ”

Duchamp was overjoyed, and his eyes suddenly brightened. He suddenly remembered that in his previous life, there were many brands on the earth, and he did not have a production line. There are also some strange production plants, claiming that the world's famous brands are produced by them, but they do not have a brand, such manufacturing plants, concentrated in Guangdong, Zhejiang, China.

"What factories are available here?" Duchamp Monkey asked anxiously, and as soon as he finished asking, he saw the intelligence merchant who had stopped talking and was drinking ale to quench his thirst, and suddenly realized, took out a handful of mila, about two or three thousand, and put it in front of the bartender's ale glass, and said sincerely: "We have just started a business, the conditions are difficult, this money is not enough for you to drink tea, if you show my brother a clear way, the day it will be done, there will be a heavy thanks." ”

The informant smiled and said slowly: "Don't worry about money, I'm actually just thinking about how to help you, not trap you." ”

Lu hurriedly arched his hand.

The intelligence merchant left his seat, and after a while, he took a more detailed map of Lu Lei, and looked at the map to introduce to the two of them which manufacturing enterprises Lu Lei had and which ones were losing money and vacant.

"Speaking of which, most of the enterprises that are not satisfied with the start of construction are the industries of some powerful aristocratic masters. You know the situation of the empire, what are the faces of the nobles. If you go to talk to them about cooperation, if you don't have a perfect solution, it is tantamount to falling into the mouth of a tiger. ”

At the mention of the nobility, Lu suddenly fell silent. Duchamp grasped a key point: "Why do the nobles have so many idle factories in their hands?" ”

A subtle smile appeared on Shadowthorn's face, and he said sarcastically: "In order to prove that the aristocratic class is the representative of the advanced productive forces!" ”

After the intelligence merchant finished speaking, he was very proud of his words, and made a detailed introduction.

Since the founding of the country, the country has been rich and powerful, and it has dominated the western continent for nearly a thousand years, until it entered the middle of the twelfth century, ushered in a great challenge, which is the leading revolution that originated in 1150.

With the size of the country, the prosperity of the population, and the strength of the country, at a time when the world science and technology changes brought about by the leading revolution, the old empire encountered institutional problems.

In such a country with a long history, the national ideology is inevitably conservative, and in the process of guiding technology, it is not as close as the small country of Liber Kingdom next to it, and it is far more than a few streets away from the autonomous states to which the Altrian Code State belongs, and even the old rival Republic of Calvard can laugh at the empire on this issue.

The backwardness of the system will inevitably bring about the backwardness of competitiveness, and the aristocracy should have been swept into the dustbin of history a long time ago. 'Calvard's sociologist ruthlessly pointed to the ruling heart of the empire.

Thirty years later, Emperor Yukent Leezer Arnor ascended the throne. The young emperor was a British lord, and he formulated a series of policies to stimulate the development of the country's leading science and technology, vigorously encouraged the aristocracy to actively participate in the guiding revolution, and put forward the development concept of "industrial power".

"If the aristocracy can't face up to and attach importance to the guiding force revolution, and don't send their eldest son to learn the guiding force, then in another thirty years, although the aristocracy exists, the aristocracy does not exist!" His Majesty's words shocked the government and the opposition.

As a result, the aristocracy took a sharp turn, meeting in social situations, and everyone talked about the leading revolution, as if they were not aristocrats if they could not participate in this topic. Under the call of His Majesty the Emperor, countless guiding factories sprung up all over the country, and for a while the imperial atmosphere was completely renewed, and the conservative atmosphere changed greatly.

But the sequelae are also obvious, opening a modern guide factory is not an ordinary vassal elegance. According to intelligence merchants, at least one-third of the factories run by the Imperial aristocracy in Rulei were vacant or dissatisfied, and some continued to maintain these industries purely to prove that they were open aristocrats. Some nimble nobles secretly cooperated with those nimble commoner businessmen, which also caused a wave of commoner upstarts to rise.

"So, we still have a chance." Duchamp asked.

"Yes, yes, but it depends on who you work with. If you have a way, you may wish to inquire more, and you can always find a suitable partner. With the intel finished, the merchant swept Mira from the bar into a drawer, raised her ale, and drank it.

(PS, this weekend, the weather is so good, wouldn't it be a pity not to pass too many points, anyway, so many chapters have been written.) ）