The Low-Key Life of a Necromancer

Mr. Feng was angry. He wanted to take care of the factory affairs himself in order to intimidate those who were laughing at him behind his back.

Following the Lord's command, the knights turned into loyal overseers, driving the workers back to their respective positions.

Black smoke began to rise again above the factory, and every worker was working hard.

Duke Feng was very satisfied with this, and he asked his subordinates to reopen another closed factory.

The bustling appearance of the factory slowly restored Mr. Feng’s destroyed good mood.

He kind of missed the girl from last night, it's time to go back and spend some time with her...

"Your Excellency! There's something wrong with the glass factory. All that comes out of the boiler is waste!"

"what!"

How dare those damned untouchables do something in front of him!

Duke Feng hated it most when someone tried to trip him up.

Even in the royal capital, anyone who dared to do this was killed by Grand Duke Feng.

Under the guidance of the soldiers, Duke Feng came to the production workshop of the glass factory.

A blazing stove was on nearby, and the intense heat wave blew towards us, making us sweat all over in an instant.

Duke Feng endured the discomfort and looked at the finished glass product, but what lay before him was a messy pile of slag.

"What's going on! Don't tell me you did this before! Anyone who dares to fool me will be executed!"

When Duke Feng got angry, the whole place fell into complete silence.

Some of the workers who were carrying the big pot were crying quietly.

"Your Excellency, we have interrogated the workers. They said that the master who knew about raw materials and furnace temperature ran away with the factory director yesterday. No one working in this factory knows these things now."

The soldier who came to report had blood dripping from the whip in his hand.

Grand Duke von knew that his knights had already used all their strength.

In other words, there is such a big factory here, but no one in the factory knows how to produce. This ridiculous thing really happened!

"Then go find me someone who knows... No, just ask a magician to come. I know that the factory was originally supported by magicians!"

Everyone knows how the factory in the North was built.

First let the magicians produce valuable products, and then slowly research and use manpower and equipment to replace the magicians' solutions.

When Grand Duke Feng came to the North, he was accompanied by a large number of magicians.

Duke Feng himself was amazed at how far-sighted he was.

The technical problems were solved and there were no more problems in the factory this time.

However, a few days later, the loyal financial assistant came to Duke Feng again.

"It's bad, Grand Duke. We can't sell the glass we made!"

"What is going on here?!"

The glass has been successfully produced, so why are there still problems in the sales process?

Is this North Land naturally incompatible with me?

At first, Mr. Feng thought that someone was deliberately rejecting his products.

However, after actually understanding the situation, Duke Feng remained silent.

"Factory production must be supervised by a magician himself. Once the magician leaves, quality problems will arise. Therefore, the cost of producing glass is very high..."

It costs ten silver coins to produce a piece of standard glass in Duke Feng’s factory, five of which are expenses for the magician.

It’s not that the magician deliberately asks for high remuneration, but each batch of products needs to be adjusted by the magician himself.

As we all know, an apprentice wizard can only cast a limited number of spells, and it would be a waste to put a senior wizard in a factory.

This means that there must be thirty apprentice mages in charge of Duke Feng’s factory every day.

Their food and drink standards must be in line with those of the nobility, and rest after overdrawing their magic power also increases production costs.

After a lot of problems accumulated, the cost of producing glass for Mr. Feng was three times higher than before.

The cost has tripled, so how much should it be sold for?

"Don't those businessmen give me any face at all?"

"This is not a matter of face. Even if I were a businessman, I certainly wouldn't want such a high-priced product."

Duke Feng glared at his assistant who loved to speak the truth. He had no one to whom to vent his grievances.

Duke Feng was really not good at business matters, and he did not expect that the biggest problem in taking over the Northland would come from his lack of knowledge of business.

“…Fire the extra workers. We can’t sell our glass anyway. Let’s figure out the production process first!”

"My Lord, please calm down! You must not do this. You are digging your own grave!"

There were problems with factory production, and Mr. Feng could only think of laying off employees to solve the losses.

The financial assistant tried to stop her loudly, even with a hint of desperate advice.

"Why, do you want me to lose more money?!"

"That's not the case, sir! Factories are not like other workshops. The workers inside cannot be moved around casually... Legion! Yes, Legion! Sir, you are very good at managing the Legion. Would you lay off all the soldiers just because of a failed battle?"

The word "Legion" restored Duke Feng's clarity of mind.

Duke Feng is very good at managing the legion and naturally takes care of the emotions of his subordinates.

If the livelihoods of all soldiers are cut off because of one mistake, what will happen when a new war comes?

All the veterans were expelled, and even if new soldiers could be recruited, their combat effectiveness could not be guaranteed.

Duke Feng knew that his assistant's reminder was correct.

The person who was not awake just now was me.

"Try to speed up the standard production process. We can't throw so many magicians into the factory..."

After thinking for a while, Mr. Feng patted his financial assistant on the shoulder.

"You are the person who understands business best around me. If I let you do it, can you quickly restore the factory to profitability?"

Duke Feng's eyes were full of anticipation, he knew that his assistant would not let him down.

The assistant didn't expect that he would be reused so quickly.

He abandoned his family and career and left the capital, choosing to come to the North with Grand Duke Feng, wasn't it all for a chance to stand out?

"Your Excellency, please rest assured. As long as you support me, I will definitely make the factory run healthily!"

The news that the financial assistant became the head of the factory immediately caused a sensation among Mr. Feng's men.

Such a big piece of fat meat is now handed over to an assistant who has never made any contribution. It is a problem no matter how you look at it.

If the assistant does a good job, all the credit goes to the assistant, and others can only get some dividends at most.

The dividend of just a few gold coins is not as much as collecting taxes!

Some of Mr. Feng's subordinates came up with the idea of ​​obstructing the operation of the factory.

Since no one can benefit from it, no one should just think about having an easy life!

Raw materials were lost in the glass factory.

Glass factory employees are absent from work.

The glass factory boiler was damaged.

Since the financial assistant took over the factory, the production of glass has not increased but has become worse day by day.

When Grand Duke Feng heard the financial assistant complaining to him about all this, he suddenly understood why Countess Lucy gave up everything with a smile.