628: Chapter 477 Hydroelectric Spinning Mill Construction Completed_3 628: Chapter 477 Hydroelectric Spinning Mill Construction Completed_3 As they spoke, they had already arrived at their destination.
A miniature beauty with stunning butterfly wings fluttering behind her and dressed in a snow-white princess gown enthusiastically approached them and said, “Mr.
Gaven, we’ve done it, the hydroelectric spinning mill is built, and its production efficiency is thirty percent higher than our initial estimates.
After it starts running smoothly, we can improve it by another thirty percent.”
“I know, it must have been tough for you recently.
Zalanda has told all about it.
The fact that this factory could start production so quickly is largely thanks to you.
In a bit, you should put aside your work and co with to snoel for a well-deserved break, to rest and recuperate,” said Gaven, not sparing any praise.
He now deeply understood the nature of the Fae Race, so he knew how rare it was for a Pikespirit girl like Nicole to be able to settle down in one place and work tirelessly day and night for over a month.
Her current Transcendent Rank didn’t co just from her prowess on the Path of War but also from her extensive design and implentation efforts that had finally co into fruition.
“I can’t,” Nicole shook her head again and again, serious determination on her tiny face.
“The mill has just started operating, many machines are not running smoothly, and I understand them best.
I can think about taking a break when the apprentices can take over the big responsibilities…”
Before the Pikespirit girl could finish her sentence, a human girl rushed out in a hurry, “Teacher Nicole, Teacher Nicole, a machine has stopped working, please co have a look.”
“See, I haven’t even left for three minutes,” Nicole pouted, trying to show a helpless expression.
But in her delicate features, she couldn’t hide her pride and contentnt; the feeling of being needed and irreplaceable was exceptionally good, and clearly, the Pikespirit girl enjoyed this feeling a lot.
“Don’t worry about , business is important.
I mainly ca to check on the production quantity, and I can’t stay for too long, I’ll have to leave soon,” Gaven said to Nicole with a smile.
“Then I won’t take you on a tour,” the Pikespirit girl quickly said, and without waiting for an answer, she eagerly escorted the human girl towards the factory, asking about the cause while occasionally scolding and teaching.
The human girl, who was seven or eight tis taller than the Pikespirit girl, listened with the utmost respect and a willingness to learn.
Nicole’s actions were the embodint of what it ant to have a stature of sixteen centiters but an aura of eighteen ters.
Zalanda explained on the side, “Ms.
Nicole’s role here is irreplaceable in the short term.
She is responsible not just for maintaining the equipnt, but also for further improvent and adjustnt.
It’s said she’s developing a type of fine spinning machine that will produce even higher output, with thread that is not only finer but also more durable.”
“That’s all the help I can offer; the extent to which it can be achieved is up to her now,” Gaven said helplessly, spreading his hands.
As it is said, there are specialists in every field, and he certainly didn’t have expertise in this area.
Providing so relatively simple ideas and future directions was already the limit of what he could do; the rest was up to professionals like Nicole, who had the capability and the ideas for this field.
Zalanda nodded in deep agreent, “Likewise, the only thing I can do now is to provide whatever she needs.”
Once inside the massive factory, the rhythmic sound of chanical clanking echoed in his ears, a regular and rhythmic “click-clack.”
The factory was elongated because it relied on the canal for a power source.
A dozen large wood and iron machines stood side by side, with countless workers busily operating around them.
Fluffy cotton swiftly transford into clean white thread and was rolled into spools of cotton yarn.
On Earth, such a scale would at best be considered a dium-sized enterprise, slightly larger than a private workshop.
But in Felen, it was certainly one of the rare large factories.
Scattered across the whole continent, there weren’t too many, and most of them would be magic factories rather than this kind of factory operated by common people.
Without waiting for Gaven to ask, Zalanda took the initiative to explain, “This factory is a cross-era masterpiece and will cause a fatal shock to the entire textile industry.
This factory, with only eighteen machines and over a hundred people, produces enough cotton yarn to match the work of twenty thousand people working day and night.”
“Because it not only chanized the textile process but also replaced most manual labor with water-driven machinery for cleaning debris, ginning cotton and fluffing cotton, it achieved complete automation: cotton enters the factory and cotton thread exits.”
“Now that costs have co down, you can slightly increase the purchase price of cotton.
As long as the price increases, the economic blockade by those warlord nobles will collapse on its own.
Even in the modern age of information, economic blockades aren’t easy to accomplish, let alone in Felen where communication thods are sowhat inconvenient.”
As long as the incentive is big enough, there’s nothing rchants wouldn’t dare to do or couldn’t do.
“We are already doing that.
The market price for cotton we offer is double that of other regions.
Just this morning, I sent away envoys from the Saladas Family who were accusing us of disrupting the entire cotton market,” Zalanda said with a cold laugh.
“What is the ‘normal market’ for cotton?
Must it follow their set prices?
Must they squeeze every bit of profit from the hands of those farrs?
I want to see, aside from these accusations, what outrageous things they can do.”
Zalanda’s mindset was sowhat different now from when Gaven had last seen her.
Back then, even with the backing of the Goddess of Strategy, she was still extrely cautious and walking on thin ice when dealing with those warlord nobles.
It was difficult for her to take a completely hard stance.
After all, deities are not omnipotent, especially when it cos to the livelihood of tens of thousands of people; the assistance they can offer is very limited.
But now things were different.
The innovations that Gaven brought not only overca her weaknesses but also developed into her strengths—her new weapon.
If you want to wage economic war, then brace for the shock of the new textile technology first.
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