Lord of Industrialization

Frederick: "Are you kidding me?"

Schmidt: "That's what we do."

Benz: "It's much more convenient."

Frederick stood in front of the punch press, watching in bewilderment as the worker placed a long piece of steel on the black magic circle aside to corrode, and then put it into the punch press to press out the link plates of the roller chain.

This kind of corruption magic is generally used to deal with iron cans. It can greatly reduce the strength of the object before the dark element dissipates. A skilled user can even break the bones of people and animals at a touch. In a certain type of Frederick, now In the novel that I haven't read yet, a more skilled user can instantly decay the clothes of a female knight or a female mage without harming anyone.

Schmidt explained to the principal: "The materials used in these chains are very strong steel. If they do not corrode, we need to increase the power of the punch. It is currently difficult for us to do that."

Frederick thought so, and in this way, metal processing would be much simpler and the efficiency would be greatly improved.

He watched from the sidelines as the young worker fed the steel bar into the punch press little by little. As the punch fell, the punched out parts fell into the basket below and were then sent to the next process.

After the one-meter-long steel bar was processed, Frederick said to the workers and Benz: "The punch press is very dangerous. The last bit of material is wasted when feeding the material. Don't waste your fingers. I was sweating just now."

When the worker was feeding the material for the last time, his finger was less than five millimeters away from the punch. Frederick wanted to remind him but was afraid of being frightened, so he trembled and stretched his hand forward, holding his breath for a long time.

Benz replied immediately: "I will make arrangements immediately."

Frederick nodded and said to Schmidt: "You still have to think more about safety."

Schmidt naturally agreed.

At this time, the worker said: "Sir, boss, I have a way to cut the material without using hands."

At this time, Benz glared at the worker and said unhappily: "Work hard and get paid in a few days and go home to celebrate the New Year. Don't keep thinking about it."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Frederick cautiously, fearing that the master would be angry, but found that he was glared at by the master.

Frederick ignored Benz and asked the worker kindly: "What is your name? Where are you from? How long have you been working here?"

The worker was a little timid after being glared at by the boss, and replied cautiously: "My name is Hoffman, I'm from Franken. My sister works in the kitchen here, and I came to join her this spring."

Benz explained in detail: "The 'Old Birch' who often sells wood to us found a woman who was his sister when he was passing through Franken two years ago. Old Birch is often away from home. , let the mother-in-law come here to work in the kitchen. He came here in the spring, and when there was a shortage of manpower, I let him do this job. He did a good job, but he likes to be whimsical. "

Frederick nodded, thinking that this was a common scenario in novels where the protagonist pretends to be in front of the boss and slaps the villain in the face while getting the boss's approval. However, he is the boss and this Hoffman is the protagonist. Benz took the villain script, and maybe Schmidt, the technician, took the script to assist the protagonist.

He smiled and said to Benz first: "If you want to invite Bryant to drink when you have time, just say it's me who said it, and tell him what happened today. If you still can't understand, then...then... No need to understand.”

Then he patted Hoffman on the shoulder and said, "It's good to have ideas. Think about it carefully and see if there is anything that needs to be improved."

After saying that, he ignored the pale Benz and the somewhat disappointed Hoffman, turned and left.

The first snow this winter just fell this morning, and several people were shoveling the snow to the side of the road on the road outside the factory.

Schmidt followed Frederick and asked curiously: "Principal, why don't you listen to the worker's method?"

Frederick looked at the clouds that had not yet dissipated in the sky and said calmly: "The road we are taking is like a long-distance race. Some of the people on the starting line with us fell behind and some dropped out halfway. "

"There are too many things ahead and they are too difficult. I don't have time to look back, let alone the energy to go back and help someone."

"Some people fall behind, not because they are running slowly, but because the people running in front occupy a position. Once this position becomes vacant, someone will fill it."

After finishing speaking, he took a deep breath and walked silently to the workshop where the axles were made.

Schmidt followed behind and understood what was going on. He could only blame Benz for being in the wind.

After finally surviving until the afternoon, Benz took a carriage and left the carriage factory and entered the city.

Today, the city wall of Weisenburg Castle is particularly spectacular. There is a person hanging on one of the crenels. The people are lined up on both sides from the city gate, which makes people feel like they can’t see the end of the city.

Many people gathered under the city wall. Many people identified each person one by one. When they found where the person they were looking for was hanging, they threw stones as hard as they could.

Not long after, Bryant also got off work early and entered the city. Following the message from the person sent by Benz, he came to an ordinary-looking restaurant.

This restaurant mainly sells barbecue. It has been open for more than a hundred years and has always had a good reputation among locals.

Recently, the store tried out the new barbecue ingredients given by the master. It is said that they are made with spices from the south, and the barbecue tastes much better than before.

Today, the small restaurant was reserved by Benz, and it was only for takeout and not for dine-in. The regular customers recognized this famous carpenter in the territory, and many people teased him about whether he was having a tryst with his lover.

Bryant smelled the smell of roasted whole lamb as soon as he entered the store, but he did not sit down and asked Benz first: "Is this something related to Janis?"

The restaurant owner raised his head and glanced at the two of them behind the counter. He was also an old man in the city of Weissenburg, so he naturally recognized the famous subordinates in the Weissenburg family, including blacksmith Bryant, carpenter Bentz and family businessman Janis. Is a regular customer of the store.

Nowadays, everyone in the local area knows that Johnny, who has become the Territory's Minister of Commerce, has recently been involved in the gangsters hanging on the city wall, but the gentleman is kind-hearted and has not dealt with it publicly.

Benz immediately shook his head and said: "It's none of his business. You also know that he and I don't deal with each other. He stuffed rotten wood into the wood and brought it to me several times. Because Nina was still the head maid at that time, he falsely accused me of changing it. .”

"My master asked me to treat you to a drink today. I seem to have messed up things in the factory."

Bryant breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, sat down opposite him, picked up the just-filled wine glass and took a sip of beer before saying: "[Wesson District expletive], I thought you and Janis were in cahoots. If you find out, ask me to intercede with the master for you."

"[Weisen district expletive], A few years ago, Alfred told Johnny not to get too close to those rats in the gutter. He was greedy for the little money and didn't listen."

"It's better now. The master is in charge. I caught the mouse and dealt with him too. I heard that if Nina hadn't gone to the master to cry for a day, he would be hanging on the city wall now."

At this time, the restaurant owner and his wife brought up a roasted whole lamb and other side dishes. Benz cut a large piece of meat from the lamb leg for Bryant and said, "Let's not talk about him anymore. He himself The path chosen.”

"Something happened to me today. I was spoken harshly by the master. Please help me find out what happened."

Bryant frowned and said, "Let's talk about it, it might not be a big deal, it's just that the master was angry and you were unlucky to have it happen."

Benz sighed and told what happened to Hoffman today.

Bryant listened while eating. After the other person finished talking, he also finished the lamb leg on the plate, so he cut the lamb tail and a ring of meat around it and put it on his plate.

"You did do something wrong indeed." He took a sip of beer and said while eating. "You have been working on the carriage for too long and failed to keep up with the master's ideas. Moreover, what you did today is exactly the opposite of what the master did, and it was in In front of outsiders, it’s not an exaggeration to say that I slapped the master in the face.”

He said it in an understatement, but Benz was so frightened that he dropped the knife and fork in his hand.

These craftsmen who serve the Wesson family naturally understand what aristocratic authority is, and they also understand the consequences of offending authority. With just a look from the master, they can blow the wind on the wall, and the court will help find a reason.

"What...what should I do?" Benz was about to cry.

"Don't worry, drink some wine first and think about it slowly." Bryant said calmly, "You just know now that you made the master angry, but do you know why the master is angry?"

Benz quickly forced himself to calm down and recalled what happened in the morning, but he couldn't figure out where he went wrong.

Bryant was not in a hurry, so he picked up a piece of golden pumpkin bread, smeared it with bright red ketchup, and put a few green vegetable leaves on it, which was both beautiful and refreshing.

After he finished eating a few slices of bread and drank half a glass of beer, he saw that Benz still had no idea, so he cut some roast mutton and ate it while saying: "Today's matter is at my place. What's the name of that thing?" ...Oh, there are quite a few young guys from Hoffman, and they just like to think about this and that.”

"As for me, I will let them express their ideas and try it if they think it is feasible."

Benz asked with some confusion: "You just let them do whatever they want?"

Bryant replied with a smile: "Where we are, once those new ideas are used, the maximum reward is 20 florins."

Benz took a sip of beer to calm down.

Bryant continued: "I remember that Schmidt was with you recently. I suggest you talk more with him and those students. They understand my thoughts best."

"By the way, have you read Master's "Factory Management Manual"?"

Benz shook his head.

Bryant said with a sure expression: "It's time to read more books. Now it's not like before when you can just do the work with a few apprentices. You have to use your brain more and command your subordinates like an army." "

Benz nodded thoughtfully.