Chapter 1723: 576. The Flywheel Consortium’s office in Transylvania has been established! – Extra update [18/30]_2
The image stayed on this moment, in the collapsed hall behind Little Zhou, where burning gold ores lay exposed to air everywhere. Those peculiar crystal clusters even grew to lengths of several tens of centimeters.
This scene stunned Old Flywheel.
He thought he had seen wrong and rubbed his eyes vigorously. After confirming that the image indeed showed high-quality burning gold ores, this demi-human engineer blew a loud whistle on the spot.
It’s well-known that psychic images can’t be faked, so this thing must be real!
“Now, this is the two burn-out mining veins we have in our hands. The one underground can’t be measured or mined because there’s a large amount of rubble above it that can’t be cleared in a short time.
But our capable geologists have conducted a preliminary investigation; they dug down and found burning gold ores even at a depth of nearly ten meters.”
Murphy spread his hands and said:
“Calculating by the area of that hall, the volume of this vein probably isn’t going to be that large, but as you saw, the purity of the ore here is frighteningly high, so name your price.”
“This business is so big, it’s making Old Flywheel’s legs feel weak; I must go to see it in person.”
Sulk Flywheel tucked the image into his chest.
He’s a very decisive half-body man, and anyone who can make a name for themselves in this hellish place of Hunger Mountain can never be a backward-looking guy.
Upon saying he wants to go investigate, he immediately started packing.
While packing his luggage, Old Flywheel threw a mechanical key to Murphy and said:
“Everything on this mountain is yours. You need to figure out a way to move everything here to Transylvania. I think it’s tough, but I believe you’ll find a way.
My bear goblin workers have been constantly protesting about the treatment I give them. They’re a bunch of screwed-up bastards, organizing two strikes a month demanding I raise their pay. Raise my ass, the chaotic times are coming! What’s the use of so much money? Better get to work praying I can protect them during the crisis.
But now, since the factory is sold, keeping them is useless. Consider it half-sale, half-gift.
If you can persuade them to work for you, I’m okay with it.
The gang of trolls and bear goblins currently numbers over a hundred; they’re all gluttons. If you want them, you can take them away. Oh, yes, your Calculating Pearl! I’ll do the modification according to your needs, and those third-generation Core Beads, I’ll get them done for you too.
My requirement is that all the burning gold in your territory belongs to me! Furthermore, Hunger Mountain can’t be given to you; it has natural geothermal resources I must keep for building a sufficiently advanced laboratory.”
“Hey, hey, hey! Are you taking me for a fool?”
Murphy instantly stood up in annoyance, saying:
“You think you can monopolize the burning gold resources we painstakingly discovered just by giving such few scraps? You’re too black-hearted! Perhaps I should go to Brass Fortress to have a discussion with the current head of the Hoffman Family about the offer.
Look, what you can offer, the dwarves can offer too, and they’re very willing to give.
I believe their offer will be much more generous than yours.”
“You’re just making outrageous demands!”
Having packed a mechanical box and still calling Jasmine to help pack more items, Sulk Flywheel turned around and rudely exposed Murphy’s trick.
He said:
“You can’t find anyone to appraise; you don’t know how much those burning gold can be sold for. Just going to those dwarves, stingy and greedy, they’ll definitely press the price down to a point where you’ll be stripped bare.
You need to understand, that’s monopoly business!
Monopoly!
Got it?
The pricing power is in their hands. Trust me, Murphy, the price I offered is really fair, and don’t keep mentioning the Hoffman Family; you dare to trick me without even knowing the background of that family?
Truly unafraid of getting killed.”
“But you haven’t told me yet, what do you plan to do with the ores after you get them?”
Murphy squinted his eyes and said:
“Are you planning to challenge the dwarves’ monopoly on burning gold?”
“With your little ores alone, that’s impossible!”
Old Flywheel shook his head and said:
“The dwarves’ mines hold a terrifying astronomical number. Although I despise their monopoly on burning gold, which results in the magical substance being unable to circulate on a large scale, naturally hindering the advancement of steam engineering for the upliftment of civilization across the continent, I also know that unless someone can overnight discover a burning gold mine with reserves far exceeding that of the dwarves’ mines, challenging their dominance can only be a dream.
After I obtain your ores, I’ll mine them all and then head back to Hunger Mountain to establish a cutting-edge laboratory. I know Charles Harbor has a lot of unconventional folks who, like me, are completely intolerant of living under the high-pressure management of the steam council.
They want to research some odd things.
And burning gold!
That’s the blood of engineering; without it, one can’t speak of any improvement. With the materials, I can form my own engineering faction. And one day, my damned junior Minkus Steam Valve will be stomped by me fiercely!
When that time comes, my most adorable junior sister Little Bach will know she was blind at first… uh, you didn’t hear the last part!
Damn it, you can’t speak a word of this.”