"Master." At this time, the butler knocked on the door lightly outside.
"Come in." Fulin held his cane, turned around and looked at the middle-aged butler who pushed the door in, and said, "What's the matter?"
"Master, Mr. John is here, waiting for you in the lobby." The middle-aged butler bowed his head.
Fulin was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "I'm going down now." After speaking, he asked Du Dian to take care of his body, and then stretched out his hand to let the housekeeper help him to leave.
After reading the hunter's report, Du Dian continued to look at other newspapers, and immediately found that his new textile machine had spread to various regions in the competition between the two giants of the Scott Consortium and the Mellon Consortium. In the era of communication jams, they can have such a high reputation in a short period of time, which is inseparable from their fierce competition.
"Mr. Du Dian, the inventor of the new type of textile machine, personally granted us the drawings. We are orthodox and original. The new type of textile machine produced will never have any problems such as parts failure, damage..." in a newspaper of the Scott Foundation On it, the highest statement of the Scott Foundation is written. Although there is no copyright awareness in this world, except for dark professions such as alchemists, such commercial goods have not yet promulgated relevant laws to manage plagiarism in thinking, but there is no copyright. Awareness does not mean that there is no concept of counterfeiting. Even ordinary civilians hope to buy the most formal and sophisticated things, not imitated by others. The importance of this statement is undoubtedly extremely critical and fatal.
"It seems that the Mellon Consortium has no capital to compete with the Scott Consortium in this battle. It will be a matter of time before they are completely defeated. Other consortiums who want to join in the profit can only compete for a small amount of market and profits. ... "Du Di'an saw the current situation clearly. The Scott Consortium has the drawings provided by itself. It took the lead in producing textile machines and seized the earliest batch of huge shares of the market. Now it has this statement. If something goes wrong, this big cake can be eaten, and it will even become one of the main industries of the Scott Consortium in the future!
At this time, Flynn came back from the outside.
Du Dian's sense of smell has already smelled another smell in the living room, and he has left the castle, mixed with a smell of horses.
"Have any difficulties?" Du Dian asked when he saw his worried expression.
Flynn glanced at him, sighed and said: "The Mr. John who came just now is a recent rookie rich businessman with assets exceeding ten thousand gold coins. He started his business by mining. Cooperate with our consortium, they will provide equipment production costs, and we provide hunters to hunt outside the wall, they only share 20% of the resources they get, and the rest belongs to us."
Du Dian knew it well, and asked, "He came here just now, did he cancel his plan to cooperate?"
Flynn nodded slightly, and said: "If it's just him alone, I'm worried that the news of your injury will spread, and other people who want to cooperate with us will also give up their ideas. It is too difficult to develop the industry and your hunting funds."
Seeing his dejected look, Du Dian comforted him: "We don't need to rely on these small characters. Even if we cooperate with them, the efficiency of making money is still too slow, and it is just a dream to get 20% of the profit just by providing equipment. People who have seen the danger outside the wall completely regard this as an investment game."
Fulin said with a wry smile: "Even though the grains of sand are small, they can gather together to form a tower."
Du Dian shook his head slightly, "The tower of the sand sculpture cannot withstand the storm. Even a small storm can cut a lot of sand. If my right arm recovers, I can make money by hunting alone!" Speaking of this, he couldn't help but glance at his left hand. What he is most worried about right now is that his left hand cannot be healed. In that case, his future combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and the years of hard training in archery will be in vain. Re-learn one-handed fighting skills. In this way, it will take another two or three years to master a new skill.
Hearing this, Fulin also took a look at his bandaged arm, the bitterness on his face became more intense, and he didn't say anything more, and said, "Take good care of your wound."
In the following days, Du Dian didn't run around, but stayed in Lane Castle to recover from his injuries, asked the housekeeper to buy some paper and pens for him, and wrote and drew in the room alone.
These drawing papers were scattered on the ground. When Flynn came to check on him occasionally, he noticed something on the drawing and asked curiously, "What is this?"
"Cannon." Du Dian answered briefly.
Mr. Fulin naturally failed to understand the meaning of these two words. He only felt that the combination of these two words was a bit weird, but seeing Du Dian's expression, he knew that he didn't mean to say more, so he didn't ask more.
In addition to writing and drawing, Du Dian occasionally goes out to walk around, exercise his body, bask in the sun, or come to the training ground, playing with long swords, short swords, short knives, daggers and other weapons with his right hand. Playing casually for a while seems to be just for fun, which also makes some Fulin's heirs who pay attention to Du Dian's physical condition worry and lose anger at the same time.
"The types of cold weapons are a little lacking..." Du Dian played with the long spear. Because of the existence of knights, the long spear became a sacred symbol. No one tried to change the structure of the long spear, and multiplied weapons such as Fang Tian's painting halberd and Ge.
"With one hand, it's a bit difficult to use a long spear. A one-handed sword or a dagger is more suitable." Although the diagnosis result has not yet come out, and it is uncertain whether the left hand can heal, Du Dian has already prepared for the worst and re-planned himself future route.
In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.
The middle-aged doctor came to the follow-up visit four times, and left with a sigh each time. According to him, Du Dian's left hand was necrotic, and the blood could not circulate to all parts of the arm. It was extremely helpful for the healing of the bones, and Over time, broken bones that have not healed for a long time will gradually decay and eventually fail to heal at all.
With such a result, even though Du Dian was prepared and expected, his heart was still full of loss and pain.
On this day, he left Ryan Castle in a carriage, saying that he was going out to relax.
Flynn didn't think much about it, and told him to protect his left hand so that it wouldn't get hurt.
After leaving the small town of Yade, Du Dian came to the business district, changed a carriage, and headed to another place. It was the Dark Holy See branch that he had been to last time. Since ordinary doctors could not cure him, he He wanted to see if a "life" alchemist like Rothyard could restore his left hand. If he couldn't, he could only consider replacing the prosthesis.