industrial lord

Chapter 571: Sharing Some Scraps

When Frederick was young in his previous life, he often heard that to get rich, one must first change his thinking. Only when the thinking changes will there be the motivation to get rich.

This kind of thinking did not fall from the sky, but was formed subtly from the massive cases around us.

The northern and coastal areas of the Kingdom of Sardinia had prosperous trade. Many people in the city had watched people around them getting rich through business and investment since childhood, and they had the idea that if they wanted to get rich, they should go into business.

People in the countryside see some people working in the city and having enough food to eat every day, and they also hope that people in the city can help them.

In such an atmosphere, the business of 40 pieces of clothing a year shocked the entire Duchy of Milan.

Edwards' estimate of the market size was not as good as that of the merchants fighting on the front line. The merchants made some calculations at the banquet and came up with the market size within the scope of the merchants in the Kingdom of Sardinia alone.

Of these 40 pieces of clothing, half are lower-profit ordinary clothes such as pullovers, straight pants and shirts, with an annual profit of about 3000 gold coins.

The rest are coats, skirts, etc. for urban citizens, which have higher profits and require less replacement.

If socks, underwear, hats, etc. are added, the net profit of the entire clothing industry exceeds 15000 Orei gold coins a year.

This is just the size of the Kingdom of Sardinia. If we open up the market in the forests of the southern continent, doubling it will not be a problem.

Unless people stop wearing clothes, this is a stable income every year, and even if there are fluctuations, it will not be too big.

After the businessmen announced the results at the banquet, Edwards drank two bottles of antihypertensive drugs before he recovered.

Someone left immediately and told the news to his friend who was a reporter.

Newspaper reporters inquired about the businessmen who had been to the Principality of Wessen, knocking on their doors at night to interview them and ask them to tell them what the garment factories there were like.

The next morning, when Frederick read the newspaper, he was sure that many of the people interviewed had never seen a garment factory, but instead took what they saw in steel mills, machinery factories, canning factories and other factories and attributed them to garment factories. For example, someone said that the boss of a garment factory had four wives, and the people in Weissenburg knew at a glance that it was actually Hoffman from the Clover Hinge Factory.

After breakfast, Aleppe came to report: "Master, the carriage is ready."

Frederick asked, "Have those been sent back?"

Aleppe replied: "They have been arranged to leave."

The merchants here knew Frederick's character and sent someone to inquire for more detailed information last night.

Frederick naturally painted a rosy picture and talked about a bright future.

Now the businessmen are discussing three options. The option of Frederick building the factory with full capital is ruled out first because the Duchy of Milan can only collect rent and taxes. Now the debate is whether to build the factory with full capital or let Frederick provide machines and hold 30% of the shares.

Big businessmen naturally would not blindly apply what they heard like reporters did. They would find people who have actually seen garment factories and ask them how the factories operate.

Frederick was not in a hurry. He let them discuss it slowly and went to the arena to watch the registration competition for the real sword competition.

Although his residence could be reached directly from the back door, it still had to be done in a grand manner, with a carriage taking a circle from the main entrance to the other.

In the box, Frederick was listening to the tournament director talking about the schedule and how to place bets. After listening, he asked, "Will the contestants get a share of the betting prize money?"

The person in charge replied: "They will receive 20% as a reward to avoid match-fixing as much as possible."

He further explained that it was because someone asked Grand Duke Wesson to have a fake match when he participated in a competition in Wanjing City a few years ago, but he took the money and ran away with the bucket, handing out flyers everywhere. Since then, the arenas along the Inland Sea have been racking their brains to avoid fake matches.

Frederick smiled and asked, "Is there a contestant named Shitou who was originally a sparring partner at the training ground?"

The person in charge knew Shi Tou, and also knew that he had some conflicts with the head coach for some reason. He wondered if he was a subordinate of Grand Duke Wessen or someone he valued?
So the person in charge told the whole story about the stone.

Frederick said to Aleppo: "In the round of 32, the round of 16, the quarter-finals, the semi-finals and the final, bet 8 ores on him to win each game."

Aleppo takes the order and will do it right away.

The person in charge was shocked and asked hurriedly, "Sir, do you want to bet 1000 ores on every game?"

Frederick said as a matter of course: "Yes, 5 games, 1000 ores per game, a total of 5000 ores, do you have a betting limit?"

The person in charge immediately replied: "No... there is no limit." There are many wealthy people in the Duchy of Milan, but betting 500 gold coins is already a gamble that can be discussed for a month. Such a large order is unheard of.

Frederick waved his hand and said, "There is no limit, so let's do it."

Before leaving, the person in charge asked curiously, "Do you think highly of that person?"

Frederick replied: "The night before yesterday, I was robbed when I came back from drinking, and he knocked the gangster down."

The person in charge was speechless. Are there really criminals in this world that could scare him?
Frederick's whereabouts were not hidden, and soon someone asked to see him.

The person who came was the bald businessman whom he had met on the road. He asked for a meeting with the mentality of giving it a try, but he didn't expect that Frederick would actually meet him.

Frederick didn't know his name yet, he just knew that everyone in the tavern the night before called him Baldy, so he called him that too.

Frederick pointed to a chair next to him and asked him to sit down, "Baldy, what do you want to see me for?"

The bald man asked cautiously, "Sir, is it true that you want to build a clothing factory in Milan?"

Frederick said, "If the Duke of Milan and his people are willing to build it, I will help."

"Why, you want to build one too?"

The bald man quickly shook his head and said, "You are joking, sir. That is the business of the big guys. We can only pick up some side dishes."

"The few people who drank with me the night before yesterday were doing business in the south. They had that... oh, some channels, and wanted to form a partnership to monopolize the business in a certain place."

Frederick understood what he meant.

There are profits to be made in the clothing industry throughout the entire chain from raw materials to consumers. Since these small businessmen cannot eat the meat, they can just share a little bit of the soup.

For those who want the sales agency rights in a certain place, Frederick can only say: "We don't know how the factory will be built yet. If I had a little control, I would open the agency rights to public bidding."

The bald man had not had any hope for this matter in the first place. Not being kicked out was considered a success. Now it was enough to confirm that the sales rights would not be pre-determined.

He asked again: "Sir, what are the requirements for working in a factory?"

"Many of us have relatives in the countryside, and it would be nice to have them work in the factory."

Frederick said, "Ask whatever else you want to ask."

The bald man continued a little embarrassedly: "The owner of the bar wants to ask if he can open a cafeteria."

"My wife's elder and younger brothers are farmers, and they want to ask if the factory canteen can buy oats, beans and vegetables from them in the future."

"Some people want to ask if it is possible to open a shop in the factory dormitory area, because the workers also need to buy things."

"Oh, and there's also the night food street in front of the factory. My neighbor wants to sell scones there."

"My sister wants to open a laundry there, I don't know if it's feasible."

A clothing industrial park supports not only shareholders and workers, but also the secondary and tertiary industries.

The bald man talked incessantly for a long time, almost covering all the service industries around a factory.

Frederick had to marvel at the strong business awareness of the people here. When he first opened the factory, few people thought of doing this. It was only through administrative orders that a pilot project was launched, and some people only dared to follow suit after seeing that it was profitable.

He waited for the bald man to finish speaking and then said, "In principle, I agree to open up these industries, but when it comes to a specific person, I prefer fair competition under the same rules."

"Workers are required to be obedient. Don't think that people won't die in garment factories. There are people who die in factories in the Principality of Wessen every year because they don't obey."

"These people died because of violating safety regulations. Not only do they not have to pay compensation, but if they caused losses to the factory, their families will also have to pay compensation to the factory."

The bald man took note of Frederick's words carefully. There were still many people in the tavern waiting for him to go back.

(End of this chapter)