"If it is seriously improved, even one or two hundred spindles will be fine, right?" Fulin's eyes are sharp, and he can see the core key of this new type of textile machine. If the machine is large enough, it can accommodate hundreds of spindles and increase the textile efficiency. It is absolutely a miracle to increase it hundreds of times. It is equal to the workload of one person, and it is worth hundreds of people. It can increase 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 it takes too much time to build a new one. It takes at least ten days to complete one machine. Use this for the time being. For the primary version of the improved textile machine, the number of spindles on it can be increased to twenty, which is also the limit of this textile machine." After finishing speaking, he squatted down and continued to modify.
Fulin said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to have such a talent. If there is a big consortium to cultivate it well, you will definitely be able to become a high-ranking person." Speaking of this, there is a bit of regret in his tone.
Du Dian said while transforming: "If you are really capable, you can cultivate yourself, and you don't need to grow up under other wings."
Flynn was startled, and smiled wryly, "What you said seems to make sense."
Sandro next to him heard his words and lowered his head angrily, knowing that he meant something else.
Du Dian asked: "How is the list received?"
"Today I went to all the textile factories and some textile chambers of commerce, and talked about a lot of orders." Fulin said with emotion: "I thought there would be a backlog in my hand, but now that I see your new and improved textile machine, I am confident that I can It's all done."
Du Dian frowned slightly, and said: "Continue to pick up tomorrow, and pick up everything that can be received."
"Do you still want to pick up?" Fulin was stunned for a moment, and continued: "Just the order received today, even if you use your new textile machine, it will take a long time to do it. Goods, we're going to lose money."
"No, trust me." Du Dian said firmly.
Flynn and Sandro looked at each other, a little dazed, wondering where Du Dian's confidence came from. Could this new textile machine be able to change its tricks again
"Okay, I'll try my best." Flynn couldn't hold back Du Dian, so he could only agree.
The night was getting dark.
After all, Fulin was old, so after staying here for a while, he went back to rest first, leaving his third son, Sandro, to accompany Du Dian here.
Du Dian buried himself in the transformation, while Sandro stood aside, not knowing how to start a conversation, and wanted to sit down and rest, but seeing Du Dian working so hard, he felt impolite, so he could only stand by, his legs sore.
After remodeling the sixth textile machine, Du Dian glanced back at Sandro and said, "Take a rest when you're tired."
Sandro was already drowsy, and when he heard the words, he reacted with a shock, and quickly said: "No, it's okay." Others in the family treated Du Dian as a hunter who was attracted by Fulin. Although the attitude was polite, but It's all because Du Dian is currently the main source of income for the Ryan family. However, Sandro, who was cultivated by Flynn as the next patriarch, knows very well that this consortium was completely planned by Du Dian, and the young man in front of him is the one behind the consortium. The real master, the Ryan family is just a cover for the bright side.
Seeing this, Du Dian didn't say much, and continued to work hard.
Overnight.
After Du Dian improved 23 textile machines, he was able to put them into work.
As soon as it was dawn, Du Dian asked Sandro, who was already exhausted, to call the tailor and prepare to start work, while he himself continued to improve the remaining more than 20 textile machines. The sooner they can be improved, the sooner they can be put into use. to work.
Soon, more than 30 tailors recruited by the Ryan Consortium entered the factory under the leadership of Sandro.
Most of these tailors are around 20 to 30 years old, and seven or eight of them are old men with gray hair. When they came to the factory, they immediately saw strange looms in front of them. A spindle stood erect there, extremely eye-catching.
"Huh?" An experienced middle-aged tailor was a little surprised. He stepped forward to look carefully, and the look of surprise on his face became more and more serious. He tried to push the spinning wheel. Turn, and twenty cotton threads hiss.
"This..." Not only was the middle-aged tailor stunned, but other people who saw this scene were also completely stunned.
Seeing the astonishment on their faces, Sandro couldn't help but think of the shock he felt with his father last night. With a solemn expression, he clapped his hands and attracted everyone's attention, and said seriously: "This is a product made by our family. from now on, you must follow the stipulations in the contract, and you must never disclose the matter of the textile machine privately!"
The tailors were startled, and then they realized why the requirements in the contract were so strange.
"What if I want to go home?" whispered one of the tailors.
Sandro said coldly: "It is clearly written in the contract. Your contract period is half a year. After half a year, you will naturally be allowed to go home."
"It takes half a year to go home?" There was some commotion among the people present.
Sandro frowned, and said indifferently: "If you behave well, you can get the opportunity to write a letter to your family."
Hearing this, everyone present gradually calmed down. Although half a year is long, it is still acceptable if they can write a letter. Moreover, the other party is a nobleman, and they can't afford to provoke them, so they can only accept it.
Next, under the arrangement of Sandro, everyone entered their respective looms and started working.
Materials such as cotton thread and cloth were consigned by horse-drawn carts and sent to the factory.
"Who is this?" A young tailor was a little puzzled when he saw Du Dian, who was busy tinkering with the loom.
Sandro came over and scolded: "This is not what you should ask, do your job well!"
"Yes, yes." The young man was startled, and hurriedly lowered his head to weave. After Sandro left, he secretly looked at Du Dian, and suddenly found that this young man, who was a few years younger than himself, was actually improving the textile machine.
Others also noticed this, and were greatly surprised. They didn't know where the young man was a talented tailor hired by the Ryan family.
The day passed quickly, and all the textile machines were improved by Du Dian.
He left the textile factory and dragged his "sick" body back to the bed in the old castle to recuperate.
Fulin came in with a middle-aged maid, who brought some food and gently put it on the table beside the bed.
After the middle-aged maid left, Du Dian immediately grabbed the food and ate it. He was improving the textile machine all day and night, so he didn't have time to eat.
"You're really working hard." Seeing Du Dian gobbling up, Fulin said, "Eat slowly, is that enough?"
Du Dian chewed and said vaguely: "Where is today's newspaper, show me."
Flynn handed him the newspaper in his arms, and said: "The Mellon Consortium has noticed our movement, but so far, they have not taken any action. They should know that with our textile efficiency, we cannot complete Those orders can only lose money at that time."