Realm of Power

Selling King Zuowei's scimitar to the Nissa family is a vicious strategy of Fatty. Don't you want to build a commercial center? Spend your funds now. You have no money to win over businessmen and no money to ask nearby lords to open their tax cards. Just because you boast so much, it is just a cloud to profit-seeking businessmen. It is the last word to make money and get benefits.

Although the Nissa family is also a business family, from that silly girl Nissa, the fat man has already seen that the Nissa family is just the business leader of the Dardanelle family, and is also a nobleman with a very different mindset and interest orientation. There is no way to get rid of the aristocracy,

Such business rivals are nothing to worry about. Fatty, who has watched too many business war movies of later generations, can knock this aristocratic family cloaked in businessman garb out of a foothold with just a few clicks of his fingers.

"What a bunch of fools. They think that a commercial center is so easy to establish. There is no smooth transportation, no convenient trade routes between the two countries, no strong military support, no laws to promote the development of merchants, and no soil for merchants to grow. Without me, If you do it, you will make a mess!"

Fatty was now certain that the Southern Merchants Federation in Zhivacheze would only become a farce. He whistled happily and walked around the streets. After confirming that he had shaken off the tail that followed him three streets, Then he suddenly turned into a remote fork in the road,

A black carriage was parked deep in the fork in the road, with a white thorn flower emblem embroidered on the side of the carriage. This was the highest level of Zhivadin's special carriage for the Samoan army. The entire carriage was made of black iron and was not afraid of any swords or crossbows. Assassination, four expensive pure white Supor horses that would make the royal family jealous, stood quietly in front of the carriage. Only one person could have such a luxurious configuration. The whole Zivadin knew that this was exclusively for Fatty Samour. carriage

"Gorgeous appearance may not necessarily be useful, but often that's what others value!"

As the leader of the Satsuma army, the lofty status he represents forces the fat man, who has always been careless about etiquette and appearance, to sometimes give in.

"Sir, you are finally here." Si Duhan, the president of the Business Alliance, was waiting anxiously. When he saw the fat man coming, he quickly bent over and saluted respectfully, "My subordinates received the report that the Nissar family just sent out a team in a hurry. The carriage went in the direction of Riva Cheze!"

"Oh, so fast, this silly girl is so easy to fool!" The fat man almost laughed out loud when he heard the news. It seemed that the Nissa family could not wait to jump into the fire pit. The fat man waved his hand and took off a ring from the ring. A heraldic ring was given to Si Duhan,

"You send people to continue to monitor the movements of the Nissa family, especially the changes between the silly girl of the Nissa family and the nobles of this city. If necessary, you can use the city's garrison! When I am away, all affairs of Zhivadin City will be handed over to me. Here you go!”

"Sir, please rest assured, my subordinates will definitely fight to death if they see Zhivadin City." Si Duhan knelt on one knee and took the heraldic ring with tears of gratitude. It has been twenty years since he was exiled from the capital by his family. The already cold and desperate heart for revenge once again filled Si Duhan's chest. "Your Majesty's wish is my mission!"

Fatty arranged Zhivadin's affairs and immediately drove to the Weapons Research Institute outside the city. While at Samoer Fortress, Fatty received a report from the Weapons Institute. According to the steel pipe artillery drawings drawn by Fatty, combined with the results of Lida Hill's years of Rebar manufacturing experience, this research named "Thor" has made a huge breakthrough, and has even produced a sample, named "Thor Type 1"

The fat man was very excited on the carriage. This was not a sixteenth-century cannon that could only shoot iron balls to hit people. The seamless rebar manufacturing technology brought by Lida Hill allowed this Thor cannon to have rifling. Longer range and more accurate,

The configured artillery shells are delayed explosive shells based on the research and development of Ledahill's delayed explosion. They exceed the artillery of the Napoleonic era in terms of power and range, and are still farther away than the howitzers in World War I, but This is just a matter of time to study the above.

The first test firing of the Thor experimental product was not very successful, because the barrel was too short, causing the shell to be erratic, but it could still be fired 1 kilometer away. The delayed-explosion shell drew an arc and bounced a few times on the ground. , there was a loud noise, and after the dust that shot up into the sky dispersed, a large pit with a depth of one meter appeared on the ground. The scattered iron pieces turned more than a dozen target dolls into a hornet's nest.

"Well, that's good. It's pretty good to have such a result!"

The fat man looked at it and nodded. After all, this is a new thing that has never been built before. The fat man is already very satisfied with such results.

But Lida Hill was not satisfied with such results. This research madman insisted on asking Fatty to recruit more great craftsmen to the institute.

"If you give me more great craftsmen, I can develop the manufacturing technology of rebared steel gun barrels to more than two meters, and I can make cannonballs shoot up to three thousand meters. But now I have too few great craftsmen. It seriously affects my research progress!”

Fatty was helpless to Lida Hill's dissatisfaction.

A high-end craftsman like a great craftsman cannot be cultivated in a day. Without more than twenty years of skilled craftsmanship and thousands of precise hammerings, it is impossible to even forge rebar.

"Unless we transfer the craftsmen from the Lida family," he was startled by the thoughts in his mind, and then shook his head, "This is simply impossible. Transferring the great craftsmen from the Lida family and following the Lida family There’s not much difference in their life roots.”

The fat man looked at Lida Hill, who was shouting that he was short of manpower. He seriously suspected that the old man had too much resentment towards the Lida family, and he probably wanted to use his own hands to take revenge on the Lida family.

Finally, the fat man suggested, "Install a telescopic bracket that can adjust the bevel angle under the short barrel. This should be able to shoot farther and facilitate the overhead bombardment of the castle. Lida Hill was stunned after hearing this suggestion. Stunned,

Thinking of the mysterious cannonballs falling from the sky and hitting the enemy on the head, Lidashil estimated that the enemy would be crushed by this inexplicable "godly punishment" without having to fight.

"It turns out this thing can be used in this way! This idea is really crazy."

Research madman Lida Hill was shocked by the fat man's whimsical ideas. From the gun thrown to the institute to the mysterious Thor manufacturing diagram, each magical thing showed that whether it was in terms of research theory or manufacturing and application, everything before his eyes was The fat man has obviously reached his peak,

In fact, Fatty just wanted to make a simple version of the mortar and play with it first. The admiring look in Lidasheer's eyes made Fatty not used to it.

"That's it. I will continue to recruit the great craftsmen you want and produce a hundred Thors as soon as possible. I will be of great use."

"A hundred guns! What do you think this is! Fruit sold by a roadside vendor? Every barrel on the Thor was hammered out by a craftsman," Riddasil exaggeratedly screamed in disapproval. Maybe "Unless you give me all the great craftsmen of the Lida family, I won't be able to do it without enough great craftsmen!"

"It's okay if you can't. If you can't complete the task, we won't give you the funds for the second half of this year!" The fat man was angry, and the damn old man became more and more outrageous. "I really don't think I know what the barrel of this Thor's gun is because of you." To cope with my task, I randomly sent a big craftsman to knock it out with a hammer, and all the parts only took three days."

Riddahil was speechless when the truth was revealed. Regardless of Riddacil's resentful eyes, the fat man immediately ran out of the institute. On the carriage, the fat man breathed a sigh of relief, "This old man's resentment is too great. If I stay any longer, I might be encouraged to go to the Lida family to rob someone."