Franz was engrossed in scribbling on a face-sized winter melon on the bookcase, which was called creation, much to Adjani's amazement.

After all, as far as she knew, although the Grand Duke had a very admiring attitude towards the artist on the surface, after private contact, she found that he did not understand art at all, let alone spend his time on such trivial matters that had nothing to do with governing the country.

Out of curiosity, she decided to approach quietly; After going around the table, he saw a human face on the winter melon.

"Ah!!h Adjani's shrill cry made Franz's eardrums tingle like listening to a soprano sing up close.

"Oh my God! Are you trying to scare me to death? ”

"This... Can you tell me how a winter melon has a human face on it?" She showed an extremely exaggerated expression as she spoke, and even tried to get up several times, but fell again because she was immersed in panic and extreme bewilderment.

Of course, this is not that she is not smart enough or has little knowledge, but that people in that era have cognitive limitations.

It's hard to believe that until the '80s, werewolves and vampires were still at the top of the list of the most feared things in the West.

And the Asian magic used by Franz is completely legendary witchcraft for Adjani, even more than she imagined.

And people's fear of the unknown is almost instinctive, which makes her seem very out of shape.

"What's this? It's just a painting. ”

Franz said nonchalantly.

"Painted? Do you know what you're talking about? How can there be a pair of eyebrows on a winter melon? ”

Then Franz tore off the eyebrows on the melon's face and placed them in front of her.

"If you look closely, don't you feel a little familiar with 'her'?"

The latter shook his head.

"It's made out of the hair you shed."

Franz took out another large plate with various powders in it.

"It's makeup."

"Makeup?" Adjani gradually understood, as if what was in front of her eyes was some kind of high-tech product. "It's similar to the mixture of lead, wax and arsenic, but it's much safer and more varied."

Franz has long been tired of the morbid aesthetics of this era - white is beautiful. That whiteness is not a healthy white, but a sickly pale like a dead man.

So tuberculosis in this era is called an elegant disease. Some Europeans even take the initiative to get this disease in pursuit of this so-called elegance.

At that time, the romantic literature was even more highly respectful of tuberculosis, calling it a love disease. In the writer's pen, tuberculosis patients are often portrayed as noble people with romance, warmth, persistence, elegance, sentimentality, sentimentality and artistic accomplishment.

Franz from later generations did not like dead faces.

Therefore, when a series of cosmetics such as makeup and foundation were developed, he brought them into the palace, preparing to take the lead in fundamentally reversing the preferences of the court and the people for this perverted aesthetic.

The East has small feet, and the West has a thin waist. Everyone is a pervert, don't say anyone.

Adjani's gaze raced between cosmetics, Franz, and the melon, trying to confirm the relationship between the three.

Franz looked at the other party with an expression that was about to overload his brain and couldn't help but say.

"Would you like to experience it for yourself?"

"What did you say?" At this time, Adjani completely lost her usual mature, intellectual, and confident appearance, like a stupid girl who didn't understand anything.

"You close your eyes." She complied. After a quarter of an hour, Franz stopped what he was doing, after all, the Polish lady had a good foundation and did not need to wear too much makeup to set off her appearance.

"Can I open my eyes?" Adjani asked.

"Yes, go look in the mirror." Franz said with a smile that he was still quite confident in his masterpiece. Adjani walked up to the mirror and was stunned by what she saw.

She couldn't believe her eyes, as if she saw herself more than ten years ago, and suddenly tears flowed out like beads with broken threads.

"Don't cry, tears will make your makeup mushy!"

When she heard this, she immediately subconsciously wiped it with her hands, and of course the result became more and more confused. After seeing her makeup and tears converge into "muddy water", her tears couldn't be stopped.

Under this cycle of evil deeds, Adjani's appearance soon became a big flower face.

"Alright, don't be sentimental, go rinse it down."

Adjani stubbornly didn't want to leave the mirror, and tried to put the makeup back on with her hands. Franz had no choice but to persuade.

"If you're really reluctant, why don't I give you a few sets? You can also study it slowly in your spare time in the future. ”

"Really?" A few minutes ago, she was still immersed in loss, and she immediately became excited again, after all, a woman's pursuit of appearance will never have an upper limit.

"When did I lie to you? Go ahead, cosmetics are meant to be used by people. You, as my right-hand man, will naturally be treated preferentially. Franz smiled.

Adjani excitedly kissed Franz on the cheek and then rushed to the bathroom.

In fact, in addition to these simple cosmetics, there are some more complex and expensive similar products in the process of development.

When the project was first proposed, few professors showed interest in it, and even Franz had these cosmetics in his hands made by himself with a mixture of kaolin + clay + natural dyes.

Eventually, however, several professors changed their attitudes, and even students at the Royal Women's College in Vienna began studying chemistry in preparation for what they saw as a mystical study.

The price of cosmetics during this period was ridiculously high, with a bottle of soju lotion usually costing between 1-20 gold louis, and the most expensive could even reach 200 gold louis. (Note: 1 louis = 20 francs) and the cost of these cosmetics is usually less than 1 franc; Therefore, if we can make better use of this advantage, and then have the effective cooperation of industrial mode production, we can further reduce costs.

At this time, the price of cosmetics on the market in the Austrian Empire was usually between 10 and 100 florins, but the most expensive was a rose essential oil, which cost up to 15,000 florins.

Franz aimed at the mid-to-high-end market, after all, in terms of the poor people's poor spending power and desire at that time, they could not enjoy expensive luxury goods at all, so he was confident that his products could easily beat similar goods on the market at that time.

At the same time, it can also rely on enough influence to compete with those merchants for market share; The mere word "royalty" is worth hundreds of years of hard work and sky-high advertising costs for those businessmen.

However, he still has some misconceptions about the cosmetics market at that time, that is, the era of metallic foundations has passed, and it has been replaced by rice flour and pearl powder.

White is only the taste of the upper class, but pink makeup has won the love of the emerging citizen class in the city, so the rouge box is the mainstream of this era.

Ruddy cheeks are considered to be a sign of good health, so women often use blush or rouge to add color to their faces.

However, the foundations and cosmetics of this era are still dominated by single shades, which are still several notches lower than the makeup developed by Franz.

As for the production of high-priced rose essential oil, at that time, it was still through the liposuction method, which not only consumed a lot of manpower and time, but also was a great waste of raw materials.

The simplest method in the industrial era, of course, is distillation, which is based on the principle of using the insoluble nature of oil to achieve large-scale oil-water separation. It's simple, effective, and inexpensive.

The purified industrial product is actually close to the effect of liposuction.

In fact, even if the liposuction method is also used, the price of the commodity has not changed, so Franz is also very sure to win by this, after all, the strength and status of the two sides are not on the same level at all.

Of course, this grand duke who admires the fierce collision of science and technology will not force people to death, he will set aside a part of the market share for the other party; Even as long as the other party is willing, he can join his industry and become one of the departments.

Thank you book friends, I have a sword name and everything one, KFC old brother for the reward.

(End of chapter)