Rosen's father, Peter, was an amazing technician. Although he is not much less than Polina's title of Grand Technician, he is still a very respected person as the leading technician in the industrial area.

Peter never went to school, and he began working as an apprentice in a factory in an industrial area at the age of eight. He had not seen his father since he was born, and his mother's job was to wash the clothes of the bachelors in the factory every day with a pair of hands and a yellow, hard soap.

Iron-colored trousers and dirty socks that could not be seen at all could be washed white in my mother's hands. A yellow, wrinkled shirt can also be turned into a shirt that stands tall in my mother's hand as if she could go to an aristocratic ball.

Perennial laundry makes it difficult for mother's hands to stretch and bend freely. Eight-year-old Peter entered the factory as an apprentice at an early age to ease his mother's burden.

Although it is not profitable to be an apprentice, at least the master's family will take care of food and accommodation. This alone can make the mother less tired.

It was with this thought that Peter gritted his teeth and persevered. He slept less than five hours a day, and he had to do almost all the physical work. He even had to empty the potty of the master's wife – not to mention the laundry, cooking, cleaning, and the like.

The master even pointed at Peter's nose after getting drunk and scolded him, saying that Peter was a parasite, and that he was too busy to do some useless work every day, and even publicly declared that Peter would definitely run away after a few years because he couldn't stand the work. In order to pay off for the three slices of brown bread he gave a day, Peter had to work harder than ever.

Peter didn't say anything, just kept nodding.

The next morning, he began to squeeze his sleep to four hours.

At the age of nineteen, the master vomited blood and died on a winter night due to a long period of alcoholism. The master's wife took all the money in the factory and ran away with her daughter. The other apprentices and helpers rolled away other things of value. Only Peter remained. He nailed a coffin for his master with rivets and a thin iron sheet, which is very characteristic of the industrial area of Albin, and then, together with the master's daughter, who was only fourteen years old, dragged the coffin with a rope and buried the master on a small dirt slope three miles away.

The girl who had no support became husband and wife with nineteen-year-old Peter. Peter took his mother over, and the family of three began to grit their teeth and struggle to make ends meet.

The master's daughter bore Peter a son and a daughter. And the second week after giving birth to her little daughter, she died of puerperal fever.

Twenty-nine-year-old Peter became a widower. He had to earn a living for four on his own.

Peter, who had always been smiling, began to fall silent. Although he knew that the master drank to death, but in the face of a gloomy life with no hope at all, this Albin man really couldn't find a way to relieve the deep depression in his heart.

He also started drinking.

It is impossible for a drunken technician to gain a stable position in an industrial area. Peter controlled himself well. He only drinks at nights when he doesn't need to work the next morning. And he never went out drinking with other people - every night when he wanted to drink, he would light an oil lamp in his tool room and drink glass after glass to the only picture his wife left.

What Peter, who was carrying the old mother and the young son, was thinking in his heart, no one knows now. But he is still trying to challenge his fate with his own hands.

Saving money and compressing his breaks, Peter eventually bought his own steam machine. When the employees of the Tolsmith Company arrived at Peter's workshop with their machines and equipment, they were all frightened.

In the past, Tolsmith's customers would have at least two independent factories, and it was generally impossible for smaller factories to spend a lot of money on Tolsmith's products.

Peter was the first person to become a customer of Thorsmith as an owner of an individual processing plant since its inception.

After completing the installation, the company employee at Tor Smith said to Peter seriously, "Choosing our product is definitely one of the best decisions you've ever made." I believe that this machine will definitely bring a better life to you and your family. ”

Tolsmith's machine tool became a living sign of Peter's house. Within two years, every factory in the industrial zone knew that if you want to do high-precision machining, you have to look to Peter.

Life really seems to be getting better and better, as the Thorsmith clerk said. Peter's face began to smile again, and he even had the money to buy new clothes for his mother and daughter.

Then, he received the biggest order in his career.

Lord Harold's butler arrived at the factory in a steam carriage, lightly covering his mouth and nose with a white silk glove embroidered with fine lace, and holding a smooth, shiny jet-black cane. Then he kindly placed an order with Peter.

"The master wants you to produce a batch of parts, this is the processing drawing." He pinched the blueprint with two fingers and handed it to Peter, and said, "The production will be completed in three months, and the processed ingots will be purchased from our designated factory." We pay 70% deposit in advance, and the remaining 30% will be delivered after three months. ”

It was a very lucrative order, and the total cost of 1,200 machined parts was eight hundred and seventy-two gold pounds. According to Peter's estimates, he could make at least 120 gold pounds from this business, abandoning the cost of thermal coal and lubricating oil, as well as the cost of replacing cutter heads and buying metal ingots.

"No problem!" Peter excitedly wanted to shake hands with the butler, but the other party directly shook his hand away. Peter was stunned for a moment, then patted his chest with a smile on his face and promised, "Don't worry, I will complete the order with quality and quantity." ”

"Hmm." The butler nodded, then snapped his fingers.

The coachman took out two contracts from the back of the car, an open bottle of red wine, and a goblet along with it.

"In order to prevent disputes, the liquidated damages are set at three times the contract price. Write your name here. The butler pointed to the signature box under the contract and said, "If you can't read, then put a fingerprint." ”

"I'll still write my own name." Peter smiled and nodded, and then scribbled his name with the dipping pen handed by the coachman.

Watching Peter write his name, the butler finally laughed. He poured half a glass of red wine into the goblet, and after handing it to Peter, the butler said, "Now that the contract has been signed, let's go and buy the materials - I have already told them about the factory over there, and they will be able to pick up the goods after paying for them." ”

Peter, who drank the red wine, held a thick stack of gold pounds and felt as if he had become the luckiest man in the world.

That night, about three hours after the raw materials had been purchased, Peter died in his bed.

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"Mr. Lord, there's something wrong here." Todd, who had listened to everything beside Dussand, whispered, "There may be poison in the wine." ”

"I'm afraid it's not just the alcohol that's in trouble." Dussander clasped his hands on his chest and muttered, "Don't forget, Harold and Enrico are in a group. ”

It's actually a very simple conspiracy that doesn't even bother to carry out any cover-ups. Dussaint didn't even need to make any reasoning to see what was going on.

The penalty of eight hundred and seventy-two gold pounds was as high as two thousand six hundred gold pounds, and it was obviously inappropriate to use such a huge amount of money to bind the two parties—such a huge amount, let alone Peter, even Lord Harold might not be able to get it immediately.

The advance of seventy percent, or six hundred and ten gold pounds, was the bait that Harold laid in this innings. According to Peter's initial estimates, the cost of this processing order was around 750 gold pounds, including the replacement of cutter heads, lubricating oil and the purchase of thermal coal.

Using Harold's money to buy processing raw materials at the factories he specified, the price must be inflated. And these raw materials may not even cost Harold at all - as long as the raw material supplier also owes him money, then such a toss is nothing more than a handful of six hundred and ten gold pounds.

Then Peter was saddled with a debt of two thousand six hundred gold pounds, a debt which he could not pay in his lifetime - even with the addition of Rosen and Rosen's grandson, they could not have paid it by an order of magnitude.

And as a price, Harold didn't spend even half a penny.

"It's a serial set...... "Dussander gasped after figuring out the key, and he probably understood why Harold was so hostile to him.

In this bureau, Harold is the manipulator, the money lender. And Enrico Boss and his minions are a strong guarantee that the deceived creditors will not directly flip the table. Under Harold's manipulation, one industrial self-employed entrepreneur with a little bit of assets will become his slaves.

It may even have served Harold's family for generations, never to turn around.

In fact, Dussart had serious doubts that Harold would let these "slaves" work and create services for himself. That kind of "payment cycle" is too long, it is better to directly deprive them of all their property, and then sell them all to the mines as slave labor, as permitted by the laws of the empire.

Anyway, there is an endless stream of people who come to Newsal to make a living, and the equipment sold at a low price through the bankruptcy court will be able to create another round of income for the honorable Lord Harold in the near future.

And this theoretically flawless cycle was ruined by Dusander, who was suddenly involved.

Although Harold could still claim through the court that Rosen was responsible for the debt of 2,600 gold pounds, Rosen had Dussand's backing, and the court could not ignore the existence of Baroness Androni and close his eyes. This debt does not stand up to any official investigation, and as long as the official agency intervenes, then it is very likely that the debt will eventually be found to be fraudulent.

Debts built on fraud cannot be recognized by the courts.

The Enrico group was dismantled, and Harold lost the ultimate guarantee of silence and deference to his "slaves". And the newly established Rosen Company was completely understood by him as a provocation from Dussand—I took out your personal force and established my own.

If those damn unpaid guys decide to rebel and turn to the protection of Rosen, Harold's main source of cash will be cut off completely. This made Harold very nervous and anxious.

From this point of view, Lord Harold did suffer a huge loss as a result of Dussand's actions, and the amount of the loss was probably more than a few thousand gold pounds.

You know, Your Excellency the Duke will not have a good face for a lord who has lost his usefulness. The Lord, who can sponsor His Excellency the Duke with 500 gold pounds every month, and the Lord, who is struggling to support himself every month, and even asks the Duke to sponsor him, are completely different creatures.

Unable to maintain his "usefulness", Harold had no doubt that he would lose his lordship's nobility within a few months. And without the protection of nobility, those slaves who hate him to the bone will definitely break through his manor as soon as possible, drag him out like a dead dog, and then bite him alive in Sunset Square.

Fortunately, Baroness Andronie was a vassal of the Marquis de Lafayette. And the Marquis de Lafayette...... It has always been a hostile relationship with the duke.

Suffice it to take Dussand's actions as a provocation to the duke's majesty by the Marquis de Lafayette's faction. Even if Baroness Androni didn't have this idea herself, she had to let the other party dance with him in such a dangerous dance.

A ...... Ending with the complete defeat of one of the parties, or even the death of a place without a place to be buried, is a gorgeous dance called "Political Dumping".