My Empire

"The loom... I didn't expect it could be applied to this aspect..." Hearing Chris say this, Dessier nodded with a suddenly realized expression.

After a few seconds of silence, Desaier suddenly raised his head and stared at Chris: "I decided to invest in your machines."

"Investment? This is a bit interesting." Chris is waiting for this opportunity. What he lacks now is the original capital, so he can only choose this small-scale expansion mode: "How much do you plan to invest?"

"One and a half million gold coins." Without even thinking about it, Desaier said a price he thought was more reasonable.

Chris nodded, then suddenly realized something, and looked at Desaier: "How much did you say?"

Deans and Strider, who stood by, were also taken aback by the numbers they heard. Adding up the projects operated by Serris City, the total value may not exceed 1.5 million gold coins.

But the other party was like mentioning a dinner, and said the number so easily, without even hesitating.

"Are you going to buy these equipment? With the money?" Chris suddenly became interested in the Desaier in front of him, and asked with a smile.

"No, Lord Chris, although these devices are very sophisticated, but...they are not worth 1.5 million gold coins." Desaier shook his head and said very formally.

He looked at Chris and said his plan: "I want to follow up all your achievements. The Longtaite family wants to monopolize the sales rights of these machines."

"Hahahaha." Chris laughed loudly after hearing Desaier's words. He laughed unscrupulously, as if he had heard something super funny.

From Desaier's point of view, this investor obviously has great courage. He is willing to spend 1.5 million gold coins to monopolize the equipment that Chris is still on the drawing. This can be fully described by the great adventurous spirit.

But from the perspective of Chris, the crystallization of scientific civilization in his mind is far from being monopolized by 1.5 million gold coins.

The intelligence resources of the two sides are not equal, which has turned the originally magnificent venture capital into a naive speculation.

"Mr. Dessell, do you want to hear me tell a story?" Chris was patient and asked Dessell.

Unexpectedly, after hearing about 1.5 million gold coins, the other party was still unwilling to immediately decide on the cooperation. Desaier frowned slightly.

Money opened up the way, and the Longtaite family was unfavorable. This time the same trick did not work as expected, which made Desaier a little uncomfortable.

It was a kind of uneasiness beyond his own control, but curiosity still kept him silent, watching Chris wait for him to finish speaking.

Chris then told his story: Once a businessman and his father discussed the profit of the businessman, he asked his father: "How many times the profit can be made from farming?" His father said, "Probably ten times, right? "So the businessman asked again: "How many times is the profit from selling pearls and jade?" Father said: "There may be a hundred times the profit." Finally, the businessman asked: "How many times the profit can be gained by investing in a country's monarch? "The father said: "It's too much to calculate."

Speaking of this, Chris smiled and looked at Desaier and asked: "You only plan to spend 1.5 million gold coins, and you want to buy a future empire... Isn't it a bit too stingy?"

"Huh..." With a sigh of relief, Desaier nodded in agreement with Chris's point of view: "If you can really build an empire, my price just now is indeed low."

After speaking, he looked at Chris again and continued to ask: "But the question is, what can you take out to build an empire? And how much benefit do you plan to give me after you build the empire?"

"I'll take you to see something...I promise you will believe everything I say after reading it." Chris tapped his finger on the woodworking machinery next to him and said confidently: "As for the benefits I can give you …"

He paused, his eyes sharpened: "The Longtaite family will become the richest family in the world, there is no one; and there is only one voice in this family, and that is your voice!"

"Hiss..." Taking a deep breath, Desaiel squinted his eyes. Although some things are the lifelong dreams of many members of the Longtaite family, they can be said so frankly that the momentum is different.

"I need to see things before I can make a decision." After a long wait, Desaier finally broke the silence between the two: "Lead the way."

If there is a choice, Chris doesn't want to show off the killer he just made to someone who is not familiar.

But the opportunity in front of him no longer came. He wanted to seize Desaier, a capital crocodile, to speed up the process of completing his original accumulation.

As long as he has financial and logistics support, Chris can quickly develop and grow in Serris. Then launch your own expansion plan to grow your own strength as much as possible.

This is also something that there is no way: if there is a way to make money, but there is no corresponding power, you can only live under the oppression of Arrant.

Taxes will only increase, and the slightest dissatisfaction will be strangled by enemies tenfold. Chris came across, but didn't want to keep his life in the hands of others. He wants to seize his own destiny and let the world have his own voice!

Taking Dessell out of the wood workshop, Chris took Dessell into his carriage. For the sake of secrecy, Dessell personally drove the car. Dessell and Chris did not even bring their own guards.

The three men came all the way to the edge of the forest, where they saw a makeshift barracks. Although it is very rudimentary here, it is heavily defensive.

"What's this?" Under the leadership of Wagron, Chris led Dessell to see a strange thing, Dessell had never seen such a thing, so he asked curiously.

He stroked the dark "iron pipe" lying between the two wheels with his hand, and the coldness that passed from it to his fingers made Desaier feel inexplicably fearful.

"With this, the heavy city walls will turn into fragile quicksand, and there will be no unbreakable fortress in the world." Chris smiled and explained to Desaier the most powerful war weapon artillery he had produced!

This is a European-style infantry field gun around 1880. The gun frame is made of metal. The overall weight is 1.2 tons and the caliber is also an alternative figure of 90 mm.

But even if this thing is still very primitive, it is already very difficult for Chris to make it: he is looking for various steels for smelting experiments, and he has to organize manpower to find the raw materials for black powder. It was only a few days ago. The manufacture of this cannon is truly completed.

Moreover, this type of artillery and the shells it uses are basically made by hand, and the efficiency of manufacturing is very low. Chris also exhausted all his energy to create such a few.

Although it is a pre-loaded version of the cannon, although the range of this thing is only about 6 kilometers away, it is still the world's first artillery, a new weapon that can change the mode of war.

"With all due respect, even if you make a ballista out of metal, it will not be as powerful as a wooden ballista." Using his knowledge of weapons to guess the power of the weapon in front of him, Desaier said with a curled mouth. .

It is not that his family does not sell weapons. In fact, several of the oldest commercial families have their own arms businesses. They understand wars and even sell wars, and they make huge profits.

"Hahahaha." Hearing Desaier's evaluation, Wagron couldn't help but laugh out before Chris had spoken.

Two days ago, when experimenting with this new weapon, he also said the same to his lord, Chris. But when this weapon really roared, he became Chris' loyal loyalty completely.

Even Wagron revised the oath of the cavalry unit, ordering everyone to use their lives to swear allegiance to the city lord Ailanhill Chris.

"Please forgive him for his rudeness." Chris said to a somewhat embarrassed Desaier: "We will practice this new weapon soon. You can comment on it after reading it."

It didn't take Desser to wait too long, and a dozen soldiers stepped forward and began to fill the two cannons in front of Dessell with ammunition.

They have been trained, so they are very proficient in preparing according to the operation code written by Chris, and soon they are ready to launch.

In Desaier's curious gaze, one of the artillery shots at a target 1,000 meters away.

"Boom!" The loud sound of the sky made Desaier fall to the ground. He watched the black iron pipe spray out a white smoke. Only a moment later, the mound that was used as a target was huge. The power ripped apart, and the mud splashed everywhere.

"This...this is magic! The gods are above...this is magic!" Dessier looked at the mounds in the distance that hadn't completely silenced in horror despite his embarrassment, and shouted loudly.

For the first time, scientific and technological civilization made its own voice in this world, and the sound it made was deafening and loud enough to change history.

"It's not magic." Chris smiled and stretched out his palm to Desaier who was sitting on the ground, and pulled the opponent up: "It's a weapon! A war weapon developed by the Ailan Hill family!"

"..." Looking at the cannon that fired, Desaier couldn't believe it. Holding the last trace of luck, he pointed to the remaining mounds in the distance and asked: "I can... designate a target. Huh?"

"Of course!" Chris took the torch from a soldier and handed it to Desaier: "You can still fire yourself!"

Desaier took the torch and selected a target for the soldiers to adjust the angle of the artillery, and then stood beside the artillery.

He waited for a while, took a deep breath, and then resolutely pressed the torch on the rope.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the second shell flew into the distance and hit the mound designated by Desaier, cutting it into flat ground...