Chapter 1208: Chapter 1136: Hot Spring Castle Canning Factory
Because Palak and others arrived too late, Grosien and the others didn’t talk much and left after arranging accommodation and meals for them.
Palak naturally stayed alone in one room, while Kuvasz and Moroka shared another.
As for the remaining young guys, they could only sleep in a large dormitory with seven or eight people per room.
The next morning, Kuvasz finally managed to have a sweet sleep.
In his dream, he fantasized about graduating from business school, getting promoted and a raise, becoming a manager, marrying the daughter of a senior priest, and reaching the pinnacle of life.
But the reality was, Moroka was scratching his butt crack, let out a loud fart, and suddenly pulled open the curtains.
The glaring light immediately made Kuvasz screech like a vampire.
"Wake up, wake up, we agreed to go downstairs at seven-thirty and it’s already seven."
Reluctantly getting up, Kuvasz put on his pants and socks, brushed his teeth with pig bristles and tooth powder, and then randomly wiped his face with a hot towel before heading downstairs out of the inn.
In the inn’s lobby on the first floor, the floor was dark gray stone slabs, neatly laid without a single gap.
Sitting at a solid wood round table, Grosien and Palak each held a newspaper, with a cup of coffee in front of them.
On plates aside from the coffee, there was a fried egg per person, two sausages, some vegetables, and three slices of bread with butter.
Compared to their wealth, this meal could be considered modest.
After all, saving this money might allow them to expand production a bit more, thus defeating competitors.
They were really afraid of poverty, though they’ve made money, they dared not spend a penny.
Seeing Kuvasz come out looking disheveled, Palak put down the newspaper and prepared to scold.
Being untidy in the Holy Union can easily make one be seen as a rogue or a hooligan, quite a disgrace.
But Grosien stopped him: "Alright, alright, just add a few etiquette classes for him later, don’t let your relatives be scolded into ingrates."
Kuvasz, who was inexplicably glared at by his uncle, felt baffled; he dressed like this in Falan, what’s the problem?
Putting down the coffee, Palak looked at the two: "Do you know what we’re going to do today?"
"Don’t know." The two shook their heads in unison.
The nearby Grosien laughed heartily: "Not knowing is normal, Palak didn’t tell you, this time we are going to reach a partnership with the Norn people.
Ports like those of the Crab Roe Castle Monarch and Codfish Castle Monarch are known fishing grounds, abundant in fish, yet mostly used for salting; it’s such a waste.
So we’re planning to reach an agreement with them to build canning factories in places like Codfish Castle."
"Canning factories?"
"Yes, we’ll provide tin cans and technology, jointly invest to produce sea fish canned food to sell in inland areas."
Apart from regular salted fish, Grosien also developed herring cans marinated in water and oil.
He even launched a batch in the market, which was quite favored in the northern inland.
However, due to expensive tinplate, the Holy Union’s tin can factory hasn’t started production, making the prices quite high.
Being able to sell is merely because Grosien doesn’t make money, and even has to subsidize.
The purpose of his actions is quite obvious.
The news of the imminent completion and production start of the Holy Union Canned Food Factory had long been published in the Truth Newspaper; even those least informed have gotten the news.
Once the Holy Union Canned Food Factory is built, the price of tinplate will surely plummet, the Falan Futures Exchange has already prepared to short.
Since this is the case, Grosien naturally needs to seize the market in advance.
Forget about making money, first lose money to gain reputation, letting everyone know him.
Once the tinplate price drops, Grosien will follow suit with price cuts, and everyone will surely prioritize buying Laso-branded herring cans.
As for those small aquatic producers, their capital chains are already tight; not losing money, but not making money, will likely cause them to collapse.
Once the market opens, those small aquatic producers can only follow behind Grosien and at best, just get the leftovers.
Moroka then understood why these four people—a fish seller, a cloth seller, and two copper refiners—would mix together.
It seems they are going to partner in business.
"Do you mean the Crab Roe Castle Monarch will come?" Moroka asked tentatively.
"Very soon, but before that, we need to first understand the canning factory here in Hot Spring Castle.
Otherwise, if the Crab Roe Castle Monarch asks later and we don’t know anything, what would happen?"
After a simple breakfast, Moroka, Kuvasz, and the group boarded the carriage and drove out of town.
Sitting in the carriage, Kuvasz felt deeply curious about this unseen hometown.
So wherever he went, he would always look around carefully.
After brushing past a water delivery carriage, the sound of the nearby river’s waves entered his ears.
Hot Spring Castle is a city located in the Thai Bo River Valley, where there used to be swamp lands.
Industrialization is not only about mechanization and automation but also freeing people’s pursuit of profit.
A once worthless piece of swamp land now holds no value.
But in the Holy Union, they directly build dams, irrigation channels, use spring machines to pump and drain water, then immediately start breeding slimes, producing mortar, and peat.
Then they excavate mountains, wood, copper ore, tin ore, iron ore...
Even swamps that can’t be transformed in a short time still have the Trinity Education Team tackling them.
As for the beastmen who originally lived here, those who still hold onto 9th-century customs and lifestyles.
They were violently driven away by the military, either to Daze Village, or relocated with homes and land on the spot.
Even now, there are still beastman avengers or kidnappers around Hot Spring Castle.
From the relative highlands of Hot Spring Castle, walk a bit forward and right on the side of Veen Dam’s embankment path is surprisingly the Hot Spring Castle Canning Factory.
Of course, compared to other areas, Hot Spring Castle Canning Factory is situated on a high rocky ground.
From a distance, it looks like a large block of red brick placed on the highland.
As the carriage got closer, Kuvasz could more clearly see the building ahead.
"It’s so big!" Kuvasz couldn’t help but say, "Is this still a workshop?"
"This is a factory workshop, kid." Grosien patted his back, "You’ll get used to it."
Whether he’ll get used to it, who knows, but currently, Kuvasz couldn’t tear his eyes away.
Enclosed by a gray wall resembling a city wall, even with watch towers and arrow towers.
Within the gray wall is a huge sand-red rectangular building.
It looks taller than the surrounding farmhouses, about eight to twelve meters high.
The red brick facade is exposed, showing long narrow wooden frame windows of three layers without installed glass.
Looking inside from the windows, you can still see the steel-beam roof trusses on top.
The mighty flow of the Thai Bo River rushed past, driving the spring machine, generating a rumbling sound.
Near a tall workshop, several two-three-story small buildings stood, responsible for the final quality inspection and assembly of tinplate cans.
Near the forest side is an apartment building made of planking halfway constructed, specifically for new workers to live in.
On the transverse wooden track, workers pushed carts, delivering one basket of iron and tin materials, ultimately turning into baskets of neatly stacked tin cans.
Near the factory area, even in the summer, managers wearing long-sleeved woolen coats, bankers’ accountants and court notaries came and went.
Within the factory area, Kuvasz even saw various shops.
There were barber shops, grocery stores, clothing stores, and quite a few restaurants.
This isn’t a factory, it’s more like a small town.
"We’re here." Grosien was the first to jump off the carriage, seeing Kuvasz still dumbfounded, he called again, "We’re here!"
"Oh, oh." Kuvasz quickly got off the carriage, "Is this really a factory? It looks just like a small town."
Grosien looked around and laughed: "Back in the day, priests led farmers to build churches, then cities came up.
In the Holy Union, I suppose in the future, factory owners will lead workers to build factories, then cities will emerge.
Considering this, our identity as factory owners isn’t much different from ancient missionaries hahahaha..."
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