Tricky Coin Al had wanted to ask whether anyone else in the Gray Fort Empire had also decided to make large-scale purchases besides him.
But thinking it over, asking that was completely pointless. So what if there were? As long as he did it big enough, there was nothing to fear!
Maybe in the future he’d even have a chance to swallow up these "competitors." When it ca to business competition, he had plenty of thods. Dirty tricks? No problem.
From a certain angle, he was basically an imperial rchant. A lot of the profit he made went to the emperor’s family. That being the case, what was there to be afraid of?
"Lord Ren, if you were in my position, how big would you make the factory?"
Tricky Coin Al carefully read through all the product descriptions. His brain was left with just one word: shock. The output, the efficiency—absolutely terrifying!
Even if you tied up every single mber of the Continental Tailors’ Association and threw them all in one factory, they probably couldn’t match the production volu of this series of Magic Conductor machinery working as an assembly line!
Even though he considered himself to have pretty decent business instincts, right now he was kind of dazed, unsure what scale of operation to build!
"What’s your budget?" Viscount Roster wasn’t particularly surprised by this—plenty of nobles who’d done business with them before had asked similar questions.
"No limit. I’ve got connections, you know. The nobles around the Gray Fort Empire, even the royal family, can all invest."
Tricky Coin Al didn’t hide anything and said directly, "However much investnt you can pull together in the Kingdom of Dawn, I can pull together that much in the Gray Fort Empire—maybe even more."
"Oh ho!"
After seeing his words, Viscount Roster’s interest imdiately shot up.
He promptly searched his collected database and, after discovering the guy was the general agent for the Golden rchant Guild in the Gray Fort Empire, basically had no more doubts.
After seeing that he’d actually built a wireless transmission device, he gained so understanding of the man’s boldness and capabilities.
What surprised Ren even more was that this "Tricky Coin" Al earned his nickna because he’d led the Gray Fort Empire’s currency reform. Soone who could lead a currency reform and successfully complete class ascension—that said a lot.
"How big you should go depends on how much you can increase cotton production."
After understanding the other party’s identity and influence, Viscount Roster imdiately gave the most correct guidance instead of milking him dry.
Sure, there’d be no problem bamboozling him into buying tons of Magic Conductor machinery right now. But after buying it all and taking it back, if he discovered most of the machinery just sat there idle, what would he think?
What would happen after that?
As the exclusive seller, Ren naturally wasn’t worried about not being able to sell his products. But if he killed the guy’s enthusiasm, it’d slow down the advancent of the magic-tech industrial era.
Better to explain it from the ground up and, while cotton could still be planted, let him make his own decision...
Tricky Coin Al was clearly stunned after getting this answer. So the core issue really was cotton production, huh?
As if making so kind of resolution, Tricky Coin Al directly placed an order for triple the amount of Magic Conductors he’d originally estimated.
True, the nobles around the imperial capital he could mobilize really weren’t that many. But with the Magic Net’s support, he could quickly spread the word and let those southerners and people from the surrounding small countries know that this Harvest Moon, he’d be buying up tons of cotton. At the sa ti, he’d use his offline network to spread this information even further...
For so reason, Tricky Coin Al couldn’t help but shudder.
He had this feeling that his actions this ti would create a way bigger impact than he imagined. But for the mont, he couldn’t figure out why he felt this way.
By comparison, Viscount Roster was much more seasoned.
After confirming the guy wanted to place such a massive order, the smile never left his face. "If you start hustling the surrounding regions to plant cotton now, those nobles and manor lords will definitely make money. But next year... that might not be the case."
Just relying on the area around the Gray Fort Empire, even if they pulled all the nobles in, there was no way there’d be enough cotton to keep all these machines running.
So how they’d handle it was pretty obvious.
But that was this year—the first year. After so nobles profited in the first year, next year tons of nobles would get in on it. Plus, the ones who made money would reinvest their capital to plant even more.
At that point, Tricky Coin Al would face a choice: either keep expanding production capacity to process more cotton, or focus on buying cotton from around the imperial capital while cotton from faraway places would sit unsold.
That’s when two scenarios could erge. One: tons of factories would spring up competing for market share. Two: masses of cotton would rot in the fields, creating huge numbers of displaced people who’d transform into industrial labor.
Bottom line, once Tricky Coin Al took this first step, it basically ant that next year’s industrialization progress in the Gray Fort Empire would definitely be massively accelerated. Just where the push would happen and who’d get pushed—that wasn’t certain yet.
Ren didn’t really care about any of that. As long as industrialization could move forward smoothly, his goal would be achieved.
As for potential casualties along the way, that wasn’t in his consideration—especially since these people were from what used to be an enemy nation.
Collecting his thoughts, Viscount Roster refocused on the present reality. "Everyone be real careful with this! These seeds are incredibly important gifts from the gods. You better plant them properly—don’t let catch you wasting them!"
The Month of Revival was almost over. They didn’t have much ti left, but most of the Southern territory still hadn’t been planted yet. No wonder Ren was anxious.
Fortunately, tons of Magic Conductor tractors and other agricultural Magic Conductors had already rushed to the "battlefield." Across the entire Southern territory’s 150,000 square kiloters, agricultural Magic Conductor machinery was everywhere!
Tens of millions of acres of farmland were being rapidly transford into plantable land under Magic Conductor tractors equipped with rotary tiller attachnts.
Other agricultural Magic Conductor machinery followed close behind, planting Golden Spike Grain. Not far away, so magicians were casting special spells to assist and speed up the process...
Watching those areas getting planted so quickly, Viscount Roster felt a bit more at ease. This round of planting in the Southern territory didn’t just involve the Kingdom of Dawn—three deities were watching from their divine realms. He had to take it seriously.
"Oh, right! Using Magic Conductor agricultural machinery can quickly develop wasteland. The Gray Fort Empire’s got demand for that too, especially after Tricky Coin Al starts moving. With this kind of help planting cotton, things could go way faster and save a ton of ti."
Viscount Roster seed to think of sothing and imdiately started filming. But sohow, it felt like it was missing sothing.
Then he saw a bird fly across the sky and suddenly had an epiphany.
He imdiately called over a magician who could fly. "You! Go up in the sky and film a video of the agricultural Magic Conductors working!"
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