The Dark King

"If it is improved seriously, will it be okay even if it is one or two hundred?" Fulin's eyes are old, seeing the core key of this new textile machine, if the body is large enough, it can fully accommodate hundreds of spindles, which will improve the textile efficiency. It is absolutely a miracle to increase hundreds of times, which is equal to the workload of one person, worth hundreds of people, and can improve the overall textile efficiency in the giant wall to an appalling level.

Du Di'an said: "If you want to accommodate two hundred spindles, you need to build a new textile machine. This old-fashioned textile machine can't afford it, and the new one is too time-consuming. One machine can be completed at least more than ten days. Use this temporarily. The primary version of the improved textile machine, the spindles on it can be raised to twenty, which is also the limit that this textile machine can reach." After that, squat down and continue to transform.

Fulin said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to have such a coincidence. If you have a large consortium to cultivate it, you will certainly be able to become an upper-class figure." Speaking of which, there is some regret in the tone.

Du Di'an said while transforming: "If you really have the patience, cultivate yourself, you don't need to rely on other wings to grow."

Fulin stunned and smiled bitterly: "It seems reasonable to say what you said."

Sandro next to him heard his words and bowed his head in sorrow, knowing that he had something else to say.

Du Dian asked: "How is the order received?"

"Today I have traveled to all textile mills and some textile chambers of commerce and talked about a lot of orders." Fulin said with emotion: "I thought it would be backlogged. Now that I see your new improved textile machine, I am confident that I can It’s all done."

Du Dian frowned slightly and said, "Continue to pick up tomorrow, picking up everything that can be received."

"You still have to pick it up?" Fulin froze for a moment, and even said: "It is the order received today, even if you use your new textile machine, it will take a long time. If you pick it up again, if you have a backlog in your hand, you will not pay it on time. Goods, we will lose money."

"No, trust me." Du Di'an said firmly.

Folin and Sandro looked at each other, somewhat at a loss, not knowing where Du Dean's self-confidence came from. Could this new type of textile machine become another trick?

"Okay, I'll try my best." Fulin refused Du Duan and could only agree.

The night grew darker.

After all, Fulin was old, and after staying here for a while, he went back to rest first, leaving his three sons, Sandro, to accompany Du Dean.

Du Dean immersed himself in transformation, and Sandro stood aside, not knowing how to talk, and wanted to sit down and rest, but when he saw Du Dean's hard work, he felt impolite and could only stand beside him, his legs aching.

Du Dean finished the sixth textile machine, glanced back at Sandro, and said: "Relax if you are tired."

Sandro had already seen sleepy, and heard a shocking reaction, and quickly said: "No, it's okay." Everyone in the family treated Du Dean as a hunter surrounded by Forint. Although his attitude was polite, but It is entirely because Du Dean is the most important way of wealth for the Lane family. However, Sandru, who is regarded by Fulin as the next patriarch, is very clear that this consortium was completely planned by Du Dean. The young man in front of him is behind the consortium. Really dominating, the Ryan family is just a cover-up.

Seeing this, Du Di'an did not say much and continued to work hard.

Overnight.

Du Dean has improved 23 textile machines and has been able to put them into work.

Just as the sky was getting brighter, Du Dean asked Sandro, who was already exhausted to accompany him, to call on the tailor to prepare for the start of the work, while he continued to improve the remaining twenty textile machines. Can be put into work.

Soon, more than thirty tailors recruited by the Lane consortium, led by Sandrew, entered the factory.

Most of these tailors are about 20 to 30 years old, and seven or eight of them are old men with white hair. When they came to the factory, they suddenly saw a strange textile machine in front of them. The yarn spindles stood there, very eye-catching.

"Huh?" An experienced middle-aged tailor was a little surprised. He stepped forward and looked carefully. The color of suspicion on his face became heavier and heavier. He tried to push the spinning wheel. The spinning wheel dragged twenty spindles dripping slowly. Twenty cotton threads hissed as they turned.

"This..." But this middle-aged tailor was stunned. Others who saw this scene were completely stunned.

Seeing the consternation on their faces, Sandro couldn't help but think of the shocking mood between him and his father last night. His expression was sober. He clapped his palms and attracted everyone's attention. He said seriously: "This is made by our family. The new type of textile machine, from now on, you must follow the provisions of the contract, and you must not leak the textile machine privately!"

These tailors were startled, and only then came to understand why the contract requirements were so strange.

"What if I want to go home?" one of the tailors whispered.

Sandro said coldly: "The contract is very clear. Your contract period is half a year. After half a year, you will be allowed to go home."

"Half a year to go home?" Everyone present was a little upset.

Sandrow frowned and said indifferently: "If you perform well, you can get a chance to write to your family."

Hearing this, the people present gradually calmed down. Although it was long for half a year, it was still acceptable to be able to write letters, and the other party was noble.

Next, under Sandro's arrangement, everyone entered their respective textile machines and began to work.

Materials such as cotton thread and cloth are checked in by the carriage and sent to the factory.

"This is?" A young tailor was puzzled when he saw Du Dean, who was working on the textile machine.

Sandro came over and shouted: "This is not what you should ask, do your job!"

"Yes, yes." The young man was startled and hurriedly lowered his head to weave. After Sandro left, he secretly looked at Du Dean. He suddenly discovered that this young man, who was a few years younger than himself, was actually improving the textile machine.

Others also noticed this, and they were very surprised. They didn't know where this young man was the genius tailor hired by the Ryan family.

A day passed quickly and all textile machines were improved by Dudean.

He left the textile factory and dragged his "ill" body back to the bed of the old castle to recuperate.

Flynn came in with a middle-aged maid, who carried some food and gently placed it on the table beside the bed.

After the middle-aged maid left, Du Dean immediately grabbed the food and ate a bite. This day and night, he was improving the textile machine and had no time to eat.

"You're too hard." Folin saw Du Dean gobbling and said, "Slowly, is it enough?"

Du Dean chewed vaguely: "Let me see today's newspaper."

Flynn handed him the newspaper in his arms and said, "The Mellon Consortium has noticed our movement, but at present, they have not taken any action. It should be known that our textile efficiency cannot be completed. Those lists can only lose money."