The Ring: Sell Dung Beetles in Junction

Chapter 238 Feasibility Study for Sculpture Projects

"The prison was burned and cut from the outside, like a cocoon that was forcibly cut open from the outside." Paqi explained to Wuming, "The cross section of the cocoon's wound is rough and uneven. It should not be cut instantly by a sharp blade, but by many knives slowly. It was cut slowly. After such a long time, but no alarm was triggered, the other party must be very familiar with our magic circle layout, and they can only be people in the camp."

Paqi looked at Yula: "It must be this kid, who was so terrified of that blood finger that he let him go."

Wuming listened to Patch's report and read the team report sent by other employees.The convoy that was going to set off was also delayed because of Bloodfinger's escape. The goods had already been loaded and ready, and they were just about to set off.

Wuming said: "It takes many strokes to cut through, so it's not Yula. With Yula's knife method, it can be cut with one knife."

"It must be a disguise." Patch said viciously, "It was deliberately faked so that it wasn't cut by myself."

"Then it's also possible that Bloodfinger ran out by himself, pretending to be rescued from the outside. If he really saved him, why didn't he run with Bloodfinger?" Wuming said, "You are, why are you so sure it's You?" What did you do?"

Patch hesitated for a moment: "I think he is the one who would do such a thing. It's reasonable for a man to risk his life for the woman he loves, right?"

"Don't keep imposing your own ideas on others." Wuming said, "And are you such a person? Why do you think so?"

When Patch heard Wuming's rhetorical question, he turned his head and whistled.

"Yula is not such an unprincipled person, otherwise he wouldn't have chased and killed Elunora for so many years, and would have followed him as a blood finger." Wuming said, "Let's leave this matter as it is, there is nothing to discuss. "

"Your judgment is based on your own thoughts." Patch was unwilling, "That blood finger is too dangerous, God knows what kind of big trouble she will bring next time, it was already very dangerous last time. And Millicent If we leave, our strength will be reduced."

Nameless poked Patch's bald head with a smile: "Ah, this is the difference between us. I don't think the blood finger is a problem. We have more important things to do. I'm too lazy to bother with the blood finger anyway."

"what's up?"

"Running a business." Wuming said, "We are businessmen, and businessmen should make money first. If we don't make money, we're not businessmen."

Speaking of making money, Wuming immediately hugged Patch excitedly, and pointed to the carriage of Marley's family:

"Going out this time, there is one good news and one bad news. The good news is that I found the Lord of Marley's family. He is not only an executioner, but also a superb sculptor. How about it? Do you think the sculpture is messed up? I heard that the shelf life is very long, and it will definitely find a market in Yatan. Let the sculpture enter thousands of homes, and Luen put it in my pocket."

"Is this the way you came up with to make money? Selling sculptures to the people of gold in the Asian Altar?" Patch looked sideways.

"How about it, do you think it's feasible?" Wuming asked for Patch's opinion.

"How much are you going to sell?" Patch asked.

"Ten thousand? Twenty thousand?" Wuming was uncertain.

Patch smiled, with a hint of irony in that smile:
"What a businessman, don't you even calculate the rate of return?"

"What do you mean? Are tens of thousands expensive?" Wuming asked, "I thought the people of gold were all rich."

"I conservatively estimate that if you don't sell this sculpture for 200 million, everyone will go crazy with hunger," Pach said.

"200 million?" Wuming was surprised, surprised and delighted, shyly clutching the seam of the helmet visor in disbelief, "Can it be sold for so much? Is this the rune I can earn?"

Patch had a headache: "Did you think that the sculpture was made of worm silk, and could be sprayed out in one go? It takes at least two or three years to make one of the stone sculptures in the church at the junction. You can open a few hundred mouths and wait for it to come out." Can one make money by making sculptures for two years?"

Wuming really didn't think of this problem, and only after listening to Patch's words did he realize that there is such a fatal problem in this way.

"We can make it smaller, not so big." Wuming struggled, "Isn't it that long for a sculpture as tall as a person?"

"That will take two or three months, right?" Patch said, "Sculptors have always been captive artists of the great lords, do you expect to rely on one person as a tool to make money? Our silk fabrics can be produced in large quantities because there are many The Asians are helping, if you leave Burke alone, even if he is exhausted, he can't make so many clothes."

Patch continued: "And where do they put the sculptures? It's not just the sculptures that are expensive, but also the location where the sculptures are placed. The house is more expensive than the sculptures."

"Then... how about something smaller? The size of a palm?" Wuming continued to struggle.

"One week? Three or four days?" Patch said, "Miniatization does not save much time. It always takes a lot of time to refine the shape of the stone. You can't rely on the production capacity of one person to make you make money. It can only be sold as a luxury—but do you think the people of gold are willing to spend 10,000+ for a stone sculpture?"

"Is it okay to find apprentices to learn from the Lord Mare and increase the number of sculptors?" Wuming despaired.

"In an industry where it takes two years to carve finished products, how long does it take to learn?" Paqi said, "Can you wait? Let the business under the Asian altar support us for two or three years, and then go to the Asian altar to do business ?”

"Then this way is dead?" Wuming looked at Paqi pitifully.

Patch touched his bald head:

"However, sculpture is indeed a way of thinking. We need to find a way to increase production. It doesn't need to be too big. It's good that people can play with it, so that it can be stored at home."

"Is there a way?" Wuming asked.

"Yes." Patch nodded.

"Say it."

"Like forging a weapon, make a mold first." Patch said, "Mold the initial shape at once, and then add details. You can also ask your big sculptor to add different levels of details as different levels of molds." Sculpture, priced differently."

"Good way!" Wuming was overjoyed, but hesitant, "But the molds are all for metal, right? We only have a little iron, and the people of gold may only accept gold products. We don't have gold mines, and even if there are gold mines, mining It's too difficult."

"This is no problem. Do you still remember the bridge project in Stone City?" Patch said, "It is also possible to use cement to shape it, and its strength is no less than that of rock, and it is even stronger."

Patch said: "As long as the precision of your mold is high enough, the difficulty of further refinement can be reduced to the level that ordinary immortals can handle. The most important thing is that you can use Stone City's equipment to greatly reduce the cost."

"In this way, let the Lord Mare design the mold." The more Wuming thought about it, the more feasible it became.

Then just worry about molds and stones.

If it is to be mass-produced, it is necessary to make molds that can be used for a long time. Stone City's bridge construction project does not have so many requirements for cement molding. This is a brand new field.

"Perhaps you can contact Sir Lian for the mold problem." Patch guessed, "The college has a lot of research on pyroxene. The properties of pyroxene are different, and the strength is amazing. Maybe you can find a suitable material."

"Exactly, I have to go back to the academy to see her." Wuming said.

"Look at her?" Patch was surprised by the nameless words. "It's not like you. You go to see people? I thought there was nothing to drive you to do things other than making money."

Wuming sighed: "I didn't tell you good news or bad news before. The bad news is that when I went out, Millicent was instantly killed."

"Millison is so powerful and can be instantly killed?" Patch was surprised, "Doesn't a demigod have such strength?"

"It's the curse frog." Wuming said.

"Oh, that's no wonder." Patch suddenly realized.

Wuming said melancholy: "Things are impermanent. When an accident happens, there is no way to prevent it. Fortunately, I am by the side and can be rescued."

"Are you using time magic again?" Patch frowned, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, I just used a lot of runes." Wuming said, "Millison is an unlucky child who thinks that I only care about making money. If I don't make money, how can I save her? That means she's gone, otherwise I have to let her go with Ma. City Lord Lei studied sculpture well, and earned it back by dancing wildly with water birds."

"It can't be like this anymore. This is not a good way to solve the problem." Patch said, "It's too easy to kill, but too difficult to resurrect."

"Creation and salvation are always greater than destruction." Wuming sighed, "So I want to visit Selian. She is in the academy, there are many dangers around her, and I am not around. If she dies, I will take care of her after a long time." It can't be saved."

"If you want me to say, you might as well be more carefree and care about their life and death." Patch said, "You will never learn my mentality."

"What do you know, talent is a precious asset." Wuming said, "It's labor force. Especially a high-level labor force like Millicent Selian, how much wealth can be created alive?"

Wuming gestured to the staff, indicating that the convoy was ready to leave.

Nameless said to Patch: "Anyway, go to Windmill Village first, and quickly add some runes. I'll go to the academy to take a look, and hand over the mold problem to Seren for research."

"What about the stone?" Paqi asked Wuming.

"Isn't it okay to use Stone City's?" Wuming asked.

"I'm afraid Stone City will not be enough." Patch showed a mysterious smile, "There is a kind of cement material that can only be produced in one place."

"What is it, so rare?" Wuming was curious.

"Ash and lava," Patch said.

"Over there at the volcano mansion?"

Patch nodded.

"It seems that we have to go to the volcano." Wuming sighed, "Fortunately, our relationship with the volcano is not too rigid-it's just that we have been hunted a few times. When we go to the windmill village, ask the god skin apostle to Let me recommend it."

Patch finally laughed when he heard Wuming say this:

"I think as long as you are sincere enough and low-profile enough, Tanith will be willing to cooperate. We don't have to worry about it all day long."

Afterwards, the convoy officially set off to the Windmill Village.

When Maremare heard that she had nothing to do, she left.

He makes molds and sculptures independently, and then sends them to the caravan after the finished products are finished.

Maremare said that she would travel with Millicent on weekdays.

"Then help me give her a message, let her learn sculpture from you." Wuming entrusted Maremare, and then boarded the carriage and left.

Consciousness sinks from the body and emerges on the puppet of the academy.

The puppet was still placed in Selian's private room to prevent the apprentices from seeing that Selian's precious son was just a puppet.

Although the body of the nameless puppet was tightly wrapped by clothes and a small hood was put on its head, if it lay there motionless, no one would think it was a living person.

Wuming walked out of the secret room and found Se Lian's classroom.

Su Lian was not in the classroom, and it was very quiet, and there was no one there.

The silence brought back some bad memories of Wuming, he ran out of the classroom and shuttled through the corridors of the college.

The environment in the college has not changed. The apprentices wearing pyroxene stone masks are still meditating in front of the bookshelves, and doing experiments with various pyroxene stones in front of the laboratory bench.

But there are still some subtle changes.

The apprentices became more active, and a sense of excitement permeated the academy.Wuming heard the apprentices talking about Du Juan bringing a group of people back, and discussing that there was going to be a grand ceremony in Haimo classroom.

Although they didn't mention Se Lian, Haimo Classroom and Du Juan are not friendly to Se Lian. Wuming has already started to wonder whether Se Lian has been hung in that ceremony, or tied to a copper pillar. There was a raging fire burning beneath his feet.

"No, there is nothing so beautiful." Wuming shook his head, not to be too optimistic, and controlled the little puppet to shuttle around in the academy.

Finally, he met Serlian in the so-called ceremonial grounds.

She is instructing the apprentices to build some field magic.

There are also several professor-level figures from other classrooms in the field.

"Why are you here?" Selian was a little surprised when she saw Wuming.

"Looking for you." Wuming felt relieved seeing that Se Lian was fine, "What are you doing here?"

"Several classrooms decided to jointly hold a large-scale exam." Serlian said, "I will help design the exam items and magic circle."

"Final exam?"

"It's not the same." Selian said, "This time, it is a large-scale exam proposed by Highmore Classroom. All classrooms are united to formulate a new rule system. Highmore Classroom believes that under the current rules, apprentices are too lazy and almost The spirit of exploration has been lost. Highmore classrooms are going to introduce some quantitative standards and hierarchy."

"So you've been busy with this." Wuming understood, "No wonder no one from you is seen in the classroom."

"I don't get along with the people in Highmore's classroom, but I still agree with them on this matter." Serlian said, "If it can really change the current atmosphere of the college, I will be happy to help."

Nameless smiled: "You also have a chance to challenge the full moon again."

"Don't mention it, the exploration of wisdom in the stone has never progressed, and my Seri is still mentally retarded." Se Lian sighed, "Otherwise I wouldn't be looking for something to do here."

Selian looked around and whispered to Wuming:
"I'm going to add some crystallization questions to this exam, so that everyone in the academy can help figure out how to discover the wisdom in the stone."

Wuming praised: "Use other people's wisdom to engage in your own projects. You are indeed a model employee, very like me."

Seren said: "In fact, each classroom has its own selfishness, and they are all ready to discover talents that are more suitable for their own classroom. This time, with the re-enactment of the rules, the hierarchy will be broken again, and apprentices are authorized to replace the brilliant stone. Putting on the mask, it is officially transferred to other classrooms, and many people are staring at the Shuangxian classroom and my classroom."

Se Lian clicked his tongue: "This time, each classroom is even planning to elect a new professor. It's fine to choose a new professor. They actually tried to nominate the highest-ranking teacher, but I stopped them."

"You don't want to?" Wuming asked.

"There used to be only two highest-ranking teachers in the academy, masters Yazler and Master Luthert." Serlian explained, "Now both masters have been expelled from the academy. Without their approval, a group of mediocre people elected the so-called highest-ranking teachers. , how can it be compared with the two masters."

"Who were they going to recommend?" Wuming was curious.

"Oh, I didn't ask," said Cerlian. "I'll ask."

Serlian turned to find a professor in another classroom:

"Who are you going to recommend to put on the mentor's robe?"

"Oh, it's you." The professor replied.

Se Lian turned around and sent a message to Wuming: "It's me."

After sending the message, Se Lian realized: "It's me?"

(End of this chapter)