Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 386

2022-01-02

Chapter 386 Thunder
Early in the morning, a messenger flew into the city.

Before noon, bad news has spread throughout Steelcastle.

The imaginary scene of "Solingen climbed high and other autonomous prefectures gathered to respond" did not appear, but the Solingen representative was surprised that he was a minority.

Steel Castle, which hastily counterattacked, used the strength of a state to wrestle arms with the already prepared Upper House. The situation was terrible. Not only did they fail to overturn the embargo order, but the representatives of the pro-union provinces took advantage of the momentum to pass the embargo order three times in the House of Representatives, making the embargo order a finalized official law.

In the political system of the Monta Republic, the role of the House of Lords is to suppress the Monta native faction. Although the House of Lords has only incomplete legislative functions, it also has absolute veto power.

From the moment the embargo becomes official law, there is no possibility of it being abolished unless the Constitution of the Monta Republic is rewritten or the House of Lords is blood-washed.

At noon, Geisberg the Iron Hand was the first to send someone secretly to visit the Granasi Baron and his wife.

Following, the other forge owners also showed their favor, bowed their heads, and lowered their posture. Throughout the afternoon, the servants and messengers who came to deliver letters kept coming and going.

In the evening, a simple carriage was parked under the stone building by the lake. [Ernst Fuller], with red eyes, disheveled hair, and a decadent look, got out of the car.

Winters led Fuller into the small living room and motioned for Karman and the guards to leave.

He politely poured Fuller half a glass of wine and said in common language, "Looks like you need a little of this, Mr. Fuller."

Fuller is welcome I picked up the wine cup and drank it all in one breath, lowered my head, and said to myself: "I originally planned to accept your offer, sir, I originally planned to accept it! But I suddenly thought that my goods are now It may not even be worth your original bid. Good deal, sir, good deal..."

Winters listened quietly to Fuller's vent, and gave Fuller another drink.

"But do you know?" Fuller looked up towards Baron and said drunkenly: "This big business is not you who makes the most money, but you are not the most profitable!"

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Winters frowned slightly and resumed sitting upright, waiting for Fuller to continue.

Ernst Fuller, who is nearly forty years old, is like a child who knows who is sleeping with whose adult-the corner of his mouth is filled with a mysterious smile, and he tries his best to stick out. On the upper body, sneakily moved towards Winters and beckoned, asking the latter to come over.

Winters smiled and leaned forward slightly in coordination.

"This deal." Fuller lowered his voice: "We Steelcastle people make the most money."

After speaking, Fuller slapped his thigh hard, crying and crying Laughing: "We Steelcastle people!"

Winters stated the truth calmly: "You're drunk, Mr. Fuller."

"That's right! I'm drunk. Fuller snorted alcohol, slurred his speech, but corrected Baron very seriously: "But my brain is...still sober!"

"Please go back to your house to rest first, and we can talk about it tomorrow if you have something to do. Not too late." Winters knocked on the handrail, and the two guards pushed open the door and walked into the living room.

Winters turned and looked towards the curtains: "Send Mr. Fuller home."

"No way!" Fuller jerked to his feet, wobbled to regain his balance, and shouted loudly Said: "I have to tell you today! I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Winters nods, waiting for an order to take down the impudent drunken guard and back out the door.

"What you buy is the barrel and the sword." Fuller muttered vaguely, waving his arms vigorously, and asked Winters: "But did you know that we Steelcastle people want to buy it? What?"

"What to buy?" Winters raised an eyebrow.

Fuller licked his lips, bent down, and uttered a word in a faint voice: "Forge."

After he finished speaking, he laughed and asked Winters triumphantly: "Don't you understand? It's the forge, ha!"

The more he laughed, the more Fuller's eyes became The more red, he stumbled under his feet and fell heavily beside Xiaoji.

Winters stood up, picked up the plump Fuller with one hand, and placed it on the bench like an item.

Fuller, who was still giggling just now, suddenly burst into tears. He desperately beat the bench, beat his chest, and tore his hair: "They want a forge! They want my grandfather's forge! They want my father's forge! They're going to take my family's forge..."

Watching the middle-aged man crumble in front of him, Winters held back no sympathy or contempt.

Waiting until Fuller's mood calmed down a little, Winters patted Fuller's shoulder and handed the latter a handkerchief.

“What the hell is going on?” Winters asked.

Fuller choked back, "They're going to liquidate me."

"Who's going to liquidate you?" Winters asked.

Fuller's eyes were red, and he gnashing teeth said one name after another: "Gaisberger, Witzleben, Hering, Odoff... esteemed gentlemen! Respectful! My gentlemen! They bought my debt from other people, and turned around and forced me to pay it off! I still can't pay it..."

In the end, Fuller burst into tears again: "I can't pay it back..."

Go bankrupt! Take my forge!"

Winters listened calmly and restrained, not surprised at all, since Geisberg the Iron Hand's strategy was for Anna to go early. offered to them from time to time.

……

After carefully examining the income and expenditure of small and medium-sized armory workshops, Ms. Navarre found that most of the small steel fort workshops are currently extremely short of cash.

When they order the raw materials and pay the remuneration, they agree on the price in gold coin and silver coin.

Even since the outbreak of the Palatine Civil War, the price of ordnance has risen all the way, and the cost of raw materials, processing and wages also as the tide rises, the boat floats.

On the other hand, the main forms of book assets of small and medium-sized ordnance workshops are muskets, armors, lead ingots, swords and other spot ordnance.

Debt is fixed, but assets are floating. Once the price of ordnance plummets, small and medium-sized workshops can easily fall into the dead end of "inability to repay debts - forced liquidation - cash offsets are not enough to repay debts - bankruptcy".

Especially now that the embargo decree has been stomped on the last hope in the House of Representatives, and simply no one will buy ordnance. If it works well, the muskets, armor, and swords in the small workshop's inventory can become worthless on the book.

Crisis is also an opportunity, and every crisis is an opportunity to reshuffle. In a pond already full of fish like Steelcastle, the result must be that the less able to resist the risk of the small fish will be eliminated, and the big fish will take the opportunity to merge and expand - or kill each other.

Ms. Navarre never thought of stepping into the pond of Steel Castle from the beginning to the end. She just found the most suitable point of strength, and pushed the big fish lightly, driving her. Follow the big fish to devour the small fish.

Acquiring debts, lobbying courts, running liquidations... Who can do these things better than the local masters of Steelcastle?
 …

Winters watched as Mr. Fuller burst into tears.

According to the agreement between Anna and the Iron Hand and the others, Winters has a simple task to do. He just needs not to buy the arms of the small workshop owners and wait for the latter to go bankrupt.

By then, the Iron Hands and the others will take the forge, and the Winters will be able to buy the small workshop owners' stockpiles of ordnance for "low-for-nothing" prices.

Winters asks: "Gaisberger is from Senator Servette and Witzleben is from Mayor Wupper. How can they be united?"

"In front of the forge." Fuller wiped his tears and said bitterly, "Politics is a piece of shit!"

"Member Servette and Mayor Wupper didn't stop him?"

"The councilor is a piece of shit in front of the forge! The mayor is a piece of shit! They're all a gang!"

Winters was silent for a moment, then asked, "How do you want me to help you? What? Buy all your inventory?"

"No, no, you can't help me, Lord Baron. Even if you buy all my inventory, it won't cover my debt. I I didn't come to ask you for help, no." Fuller burst into tears again: "I'm just too uncomfortable, too painful, I have no one to talk to, I don't know who to talk to, who else to talk to..."

Winters got up and left, not long after taking the other party's clean handkerchief and handing it to Fuller.

“It’s not worth your debt to buy all your goods?” Winters asked.

Fuller wiped some tears, blew his nose hard, and asked with a miserable smile, "Do you know how my grandfather did business?"

"I don't know."

Fuller gestured drunkenly: "It's simple, when the sun is not out, he works by the forge until dark. Only a small part of the money he earns is spent on himself and his family, and the rest Saved it all. Saved and saved until he could afford a forge. That's how the Fuller's first forge came about. Do you know how my father does business?"

“I don’t know.”

“Like my grandfather, worked, saved, worked, saved, saved for a lifetime, and finally bought a second forge.”

Winters gently nods, expressing approval and approval.

"But!" Fuller's voice changed, his voice high as if he was angry: "That's all they did back then. Save money, buy a forge—that's what they can do. It's gone now! It's long gone! A forge can't be bought with hard work and a single Silver Coin savings. It used to be a blacksmith obediently and honestly could buy a forge in a lifetime, now How many blacksmiths are working in other people's workshops in Steel Castle now? How many blacksmiths have never had their own forge in their entire lives?"

Winters listened silently, indifferent expression.

But before Fuller finished speaking, he fiercely slammed the table, stood up suddenly, and waved his arms exaggeratedly: "The idea of saving money and expanding it has long been unworkable! Fuller's workshop If you want to be big, you can only borrow money, borrow money, and fight with other people's money! Go to fight! Go to gamble!"

"But you lost the bet." Winters said softly.

Fuller's volume and mood plummeted, and he fell back onto the bench. He covered his face, and after a while, Wu Wu's cry came from his fingers: "I lost, I lost, if you agree to bet you must accept to lose... But I am so unwilling, I am so unwilling. "

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Kaman walked into the living room, ignoring the tearful Fuller, walked straight to Winters, leaned over and whispered, "You have another guest."

"Who ?" Winters asked generously.

Kaman whispered a name.

The corners of Winters' mouth twitched suddenly—Kaman recognized that it was Winters' smile when he wanted to play tricks.

Winters stood up, picked up Fuller, shoved the latter into Kaman's arms, and put the latter on Kaman's shoulders.

"Let Mr. Fuller go inside too." Winters asked, "Don't make a sound."

With that, regardless of Kaman's agreement or not, Winters walked quickly to the against the wall, pushed open the window, and then hurried to open the window on the other side.

Kaman rolled his eyes in disbelief and helped Fuller into the interior.

Taking away the cups and tidying up the benches, Winters waited until the smell of drunkenness in the living room had dissipated before Winters closed the windows and let Koch invite visitors into the house.

A short while later, Koch led a man in a black cloak and a hood.

Koch bowed out of the living room. The mysterious visitor took off his cloak and hood, revealing a shrewd and powerful face. He extended the hand to Winters with a laugh: "Master Baron."

Winters also smiled and held the rough palm known as the "Iron Hand": "Mr. Geisberger."

After shaking hands in the manner of a blacksmith's brother, the two took their seats by the fireplace.

"What's the matter with you visiting in person?" Winters asked.

The iron hand Geisberger showed two rows of strong teeth: "I always feel uneasy about letting others speak for me. The matter is very important, it is better to negotiate face to face."

"I thought so too." Winters picked up the bottle and poured both Ironhand and himself.

The Iron Hand Gaisberg raised his glass and asked playfully, "Where's your wife? Don't want her to be there?"

"Since you're visiting in person, you don't need anyone else to represent you. I'll talk." Winters smiled lightly: "Just talk to me directly."

Iron Hand Geisberger laughed heartily: "I knew that in the final analysis, you are in charge!"

The purpose of Iron Hand's visit this time is not only to reconfirm the previous "agreement", but also to discuss the price and process of Winters' acquisition of ordnance in the future.

The big workshop owners of Steel Castle have abandoned the small and medium workshop owners, as well as political differences, and formed a new alliance.

The new alliance has fewer members, more direct interest binding, and stronger bargaining power. The iron hand Geisberg is based on the new situation, put forward new conditions.

He suggested that, without having to wait for the bankruptcy liquidation process, Your Excellency Baron can now directly buy the spot in the hands of major workshop owners.

As a result, Winters saves time - who knows how long the bankruptcy liquidation process will take?
The major workshop owners have received more funds for acquisitions - while also eliminating the unsettling factors in this merger wave.

Of course, the price of the ordnance has to be increased as appropriate, from "cheap to free" to "slightly lower than Baron's price".

Winters listened carefully, politely nodded assent, but said at the last moment "I'd like to think about it again".

Gaisberger agreed, put on his cloak and hood again, and left contentedly.

Winters poured the rest of the wine into the fireplace, pushed open the door to the inner room, and asked with a smile, "Okay, you all heard it."

Next to On the first floor of the small living room, there are not only the bored Kaman and the stunned Ernst Fuller - the latter leaning against the wall and trying to eavesdrop on the conversation in the small living room.

And Ms. Ana Navarre and the livid old Schmid.

 …

It was getting dark by the time Winters and Kaman sent old Schmid and Fuller off.

Old Schmidt and Fuller came to visit secretly, so the carriage stopped far away, and Winters and Carman took a few extra steps.

"So, my attitude doesn't change. I respect you." Winters held on to his cane, tightened his robe, and said to Elder Schmid as he walked, "But if you want me to stand by your side On the one hand, you have to offer better terms than Iron Hands - at least the same terms."

"I understand." Old Schmid nodded expressionlessly.

Ernst Fuller, who was white and chubby, got drunk and was already confused, and Kaman helped him walk behind. There were also two Dussac guards in charge of lanterns, one after the other escorting the four.

It was cold wind whistling, the night was dark, and the six of them went all the way to the place where the old man's carriage was waiting.

"I won't send you any more." Winters extended the hand to old Schmidt: "Take care."

Old Schmidt held Winters' hand and shook it slightly Shaking: "Take care."

A guard with a lantern walked over to the driver's seat and gently patted the driver's legs. The driver seemed to have fallen asleep, and the guards took several shots but didn't respond.

Suddenly, the Dussack Guard, who wanted to wake the driver, shuddered and fell straight to the ground, and the lantern also fell to the ground.

Like a feline aware of danger, Winters' entire body exploded with chills.

The door of Old Schmid's carriage opened with a "ga zhi", and four masked silhouettes emerged from the darkness, surrounding Winters and the others from different directions.

"It's interesting. According to the records of the Imperial House of Lords, the last Fiefdom nobleman in the piedmont of Granasi died twelve years ago, and his title was count. If he were still alive , should be... fifty years old now?" The talking man stepped out of the carriage lightly: "You said it was interesting? Mr. 'Granache'?"

By the dim light, Winters saw the man's face - handsome features, golden hair, and green eyes.

By the dim light, the green-eyed man could see Winters too.

The expression of the green eyes froze slightly, the pupils dilated uncontrollably, put away the frivolous tone, and immediately changed his mind to ask: "Who are you? You..."

Green eyes The man didn't finish his words, because Kaman rushed towards him like a leopard.

[The past few days seem to be bigger chapters the next day (summary after the fact)]
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