industrial lord

Chapter 178 Suggest You Should Read More

Frederick: "Are you kidding me?"

Schmidt: "We all do that."

Benz: "It's a lot easier to do that."

Frederick stood in front of the punching machine, watching with a dazed expression as the workers put a long piece of steel on the black magic circle aside to decompose, and then put it into the punching machine to press out the chain plate of the roller chain.

This kind of corruption magic is generally used to deal with iron cans. It can greatly reduce the strength of objects before the dark elements dissipate. Skilled users can even break the bones of people and animals at the touch of a touch. More skilled users in the novels that have not been read can only instantly rot the clothes of female knights and female mages without hurting anyone.

Schmidt explained to the principal: "The materials used in these chains are very strong steel. If it does not corrode, it needs to increase the strength of the punching machine. At present, it is difficult for us to do so."

Frederick thought so too, and in this way, metal processing is much simpler and the efficiency is greatly improved.

He watched from the side as the young worker fed the steel bar into the punching machine bit by bit. As the punch fell, the punched out parts fell into the basket below, and then sent to the next process.

After the one-meter-long steel bar was processed, Frederick said to the workers and Benz: "The punch press is very dangerous. The last bit of material is wasted when feeding the material. Don't lose your fingers. I just broke out in a cold sweat."

Just now when the worker was feeding the material for the last time, his fingers were less than five millimeters away from the punch. Frederick wanted to remind him but was afraid that he would tremble and stretch his hands forward, holding his breath for a while.

Benz immediately replied: "I'll arrange it right away."

After Frederick nodded, he said to Schmidt: "I still need to think more about safety."

Schmidt naturally agreed.

At this time, the worker said: "Master, boss, I have a way to cut the material without hands."

At this moment, Benz glared at the worker, and said unhappily, "Work hard, get paid in a few days and go home for the New Year. Don't think about it all the time."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Frederick cautiously, for fear that the master would be angry, but found that he was stared at by the master.

Frederick ignored Benz and asked the worker kindly, "What's your name? Where are you from? How long have you been working here?"

After being glared at by the boss, the worker was a little timid, and replied cautiously: "My name is Hoffman, and I'm from Franken. My sister works in the kitchen here, and I came to join her this spring."

Benz explained in detail at the side: "The 'old birch' who often sells wood to us, found a wife when he passed by Franken two years ago. She is his sister. The old birch often runs outside and is not at home. , let the mother-in-law come here to work in the kitchen. He came here in the spring, and when there was a shortage of manpower, I let him do this job.

Frederick nodded, thinking that this is the common protagonist in novels who pretends to be the villain in front of the big boss and gets the big boss's praise at the same time, but he is the big boss, and this Hoffman is the protagonist. Benz took the script of the villain, maybe Schmidt, a technician, took the script of assisting the protagonist.

He smiled, and first said to Benz: "If you have time, you want to invite Bryant to drink, just say that I said it, and tell him what happened today. If you still don't understand, then...then Don't need to understand."

Then he patted Hoffman on the shoulder and said, "It's good to have an idea, think about it carefully, and see if there is anything that needs to be improved."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left regardless of the pale Benz and the somewhat disappointed Hoffman.

The first snow of this winter just fell this morning, and several people were shoveling the snow to the side of the road on the road outside the factory building.

Schmidt followed behind Frederick and asked curiously, "Principal, why don't you listen to what the worker said about his method?"

Frederick looked at the clouds that hadn't dissipated in the sky, and said calmly: "The road we're walking is like a long-distance race, and those who are on the starting line with us, some lag behind, and some quit halfway. "

"There are too many and too difficult things ahead. I don't have time to look back, and I don't have the energy to go back and help someone."

"Some people fall behind, not because they run slowly, but because the people who run ahead take up the position, and once the position becomes vacant, someone will fill it."

After speaking, he took a deep breath, and walked silently to the workshop where the axles were made.

Schmidt followed behind, knowing what was going on in his heart, and he could only blame Benz for hitting the wind.

After finally surviving until the afternoon, Benz left the carriage factory and entered the city in a carriage.

Today, the walls of Wessenburg City are particularly spectacular. There is only one person hanging on a crenel, and they line up from the city gate to both sides, which makes people feel a little endless.

A lot of people gathered under the city wall, and many people identified each one, and when they found where the person they were looking for hung up, they threw stones vigorously.

Not long after, Bryant also left work early and entered the city. According to the message brought by the person sent by Benz, he came to an ordinary-looking restaurant.

This restaurant mainly sells barbecue. It has been open for more than 100 years and has always had a good reputation among the locals.

Recently, I tried the new barbecue ingredients given by the master in the store. It is said that it is made with spices from the south. The taste of the barbecue is much better than before.

Today, the small restaurant is booked by Benz, and only takeaways are not dine-in. Regular customers recognize this famous carpenter in the territory, and many people tease him if he is a tryst lover.

As soon as Bryant entered the store, he could smell the smell of roasted whole lamb, but he didn't sit down, and asked Benz first, "Is it something related to Johnny?"

The owner of the restaurant raised his head behind the counter and glanced at the two of them. He was also an old man in Wessenburg, so he naturally recognized those famous subordinates in the Wesson family, blacksmith Bryant, carpenter Benz, and family businessman Janis. Is a regular customer in the store.

Now all the bosses know that Johnny, who has become the Minister of Commerce of the Territory, has recently uploaded it, which is related to the gangsters hanging on the city wall, but the master is kind and has not dealt with it publicly.

Benz immediately shook his head and said: "It's none of his business, you also know that I didn't deal with him, he stuffed the rotten wood into the wood several times and sent it to me, relying on Nina being the head maid then she framed me as the replacement .”

"Today, the master asked me to treat you to a drink. I seem to have messed up things in the factory."

After hearing this, Bryant breathed a sigh of relief, sat down across from him, picked up the glass that had just been filled and drank a big sip of beer before saying, "[Wesson swears], I thought you and Johnny were colluded and arrested. Found it, ask me to intercede with the master for you."

"[Wesson District swearing], Alfred told Johnny a few years ago, don't get too close to those rats in the gutter, he didn't listen because he was greedy for the money."

"It's all right now, the master is in charge of the house, and he is also dealt with after catching mice. I heard that if Nina hadn't gone to the master to cry all day, he would also be hanging on the city wall now."

At this time, the owner of the restaurant and the proprietress brought up a roasted whole lamb and other side dishes. Benz cut a large piece of meat from the leg of lamb for Bryant, and said, "Don't talk about him, he himself the chosen path."

"An incident happened to me today. I was slapped harshly by the master. Please help me find out what's going on."

Bryant frowned, and said, "Let's talk about it, it might not be a big deal, it's just that the master was angry, and you were unlucky to run into it."

Benz sighed and recounted what happened to Hoffman today.

Bryant ate and listened. After talking to the other person, he also finished the leg of lamb on the plate, so he cut the tail of the lamb and the surrounding meat and put it on his plate.

"You are indeed doing something wrong." He said after taking a sip of beer, "You have been working on the carriage for too long, and you have not been able to keep up with the master's ideas, and what you did today is exactly the opposite of what the master did. In front of outsiders, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a slap on the face of the master."

He said it lightly, but Benz was so frightened that he dropped the knife and fork in his hand.

These craftsmen who serve the Wesson family naturally understand what aristocratic authority is, and even more understand what the end of offending authority is. As long as the master looks at him, he can blow air on the wall, and the court will help him find a reason.

"What... what should I do?" Benz was about to cry.

"Don't worry, just drink some wine and think about it slowly." Bryant said unhurriedly, "You just know that you made the master angry, but do you know why the master is angry?"

Benz quickly forced himself to calm down and recalled what happened in the morning, but he couldn't figure out where he was wrong.

Bryant was not in a hurry, picked up a piece of golden pumpkin bread, smeared it with bright red tomato sauce, and put a few green vegetable leaves on it.

After he finished eating a few slices of bread and drank half a glass of beer, he saw that Benz still had no idea, so he cut some roasted lamb and said while eating: "Today's matter is at my place, what is it called?" . . . Oh, and there are plenty of Hoffman boys, too, who just like to think about this and that."

"As for me, let them speak out their ideas and try if they think it is feasible."

Benz asked a little puzzled: "You just let them mess around?"

Bryant replied with a smile: "In our place, once those new ideas can be used, we can reward up to 20 florins."

Benz took a sip of beer to suppress his shock.

Bryant continued: "I remember that Schmidt was with you recently. I suggest you talk to him and those students more. They understand the master's thoughts best."

"By the way, have you read Master's "Factory Management Manual"?"

Benz shook his head.

Bryant said with such an expression on his face, "It's time to read more books. Now it's not like before, you can do the job well with a few apprentices alone, you have to use your brain more, and command your subordinates like commanding an army. "

Benz nodded thoughtfully.

(End of this chapter)