Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

How is the iron butt made?
Or sit long enough, such as in the hard seat of death.

This is the longest hard-seat train on the continent of Felin. The journey takes six days and is the perfect choice for budget travel. The first hour on the train is spent imagining the wonderful journey, and the rest of the time is spent in regret.

Or you can try Benz's patented car, which has full hard contact and no suspension, and there is no road at all for this distance.

It’s all about enjoyment!

"So, I padded the seat with good cotton," Benz stammered, feeling that his hopes of finding investment were going to be dashed again. "Sitting up can help relieve the discomfort."

He tried hard to make up for it.

"You'd sound more convincing if your voice didn't tremble," Drogo said jokingly. "Aren't carriages designed to absorb shock nowadays?"

Drogo had the impression that the carriage should have this kind of design, but he had only sat in one a few times, so he was not sure about the details.

Speaking of professional fields, Benz stopped stuttering, "Yes, the carriage uses a structure made of several steel plates stacked together and then bent. It is very large and cannot be directly used on the frame of this car. After all, it has many more mechanical mechanisms than a carriage."

"Then design a smaller shock absorber that can be installed on each wheel. I suggest a rod plus a spring or something like that. It's up to you. But don't worry, you won't have to do all the work by yourself."

team?

Benz noticed the word.

"Have you decided to invest in my car?" he asked excitedly.

"Nonsense, why else would I call you over here?"

"You don't know, many big businessmen treated my designs as jokes after seeing them, saying that they were impossible to sell and even refused to reimburse my travel expenses. I knew they had poor taste."

"Yeah, I think so too," Drogo confirmed.

"You also think they have poor taste?"

“I don’t think it can be sold.”

This one sentence dampened most of Benz's enthusiasm.

Drogo is not exaggerating, this car is indeed very useless now.

In all the big cities, except for the main roads which are paved with bricks, most of the roads are like the wasteland here, full of potholes and impossible to sit on without shock absorption.

"Then why do you still invest in her?"

"Because the general direction is correct, I believe this type of car will completely replace horse-drawn carriages. It's just that there are some minor problems now. Benz, please remember. I will make the following deployment adjustments."

Benz immediately took out a pen and paper, and Yuno handed him a recorder. It would be a wonder if he could write down the extent of the shaking.

"It's okay, just some simple questions," Benz thanked him politely.

Yuno turned on the recording directly, "Believe me, the small problem in the boss's understanding is not the same."

Benz took the recorder in confusion, but he soon realized how many so-called small problems there were.

"In addition to the frame, the tires also need to be shock-absorbing, using the same rubber as bicycle tires."

"The rubber used in bicycles wears out easily when carrying a lot of weight," Benz replied.

The current processing technology for natural rubber is not up to standard.

Yuno said on the side: "Maybe my slime gel can work. I have been exploring their application methods."

"That's great."

Following the undead camera, now we have the slime tires.

"It's too tiring to pull the levers for the accelerator and brake by hand. It's better to use your feet instead."

“In order to be able to drive at night, you need lights in the front and back.”

"Also, we need a device that can tie passengers to their seats to prevent them from becoming airborne in the event of sudden braking or a crash."

"It would be best if the transmission ratio could be adjusted to facilitate starting, going uphill and downhill, and a reverse function could be developed. This car must be more flexible than a horse-drawn carriage."

The carriage had to either turn around or be pulled and dragged backwards a little bit, which was quite troublesome.

Therefore, all the carriages that appear in the game have been optimized in this aspect and can be reversed by "Force".

"Also, when this car turns, the inner tires slip violently. We designed a structure that allows the wheels on both sides to rotate at different speeds, so that the car will not slip when turning."

"This sounds like it might require magical solutions," Yuno said.

"Trust me, it doesn't need to be. A purely mechanical structure can do it. If you want to add magic, you can just copy the magic car. By then, the price will still not come down, and it can only be a toy for the nobles."

Drogo didn't know how the differential was made, but he knew it could be done mechanically.

"Ask your instructor for help. I believe that with his level of mechanical design, he can definitely make this thing."

Yuno's mentor, Professor Moore, is a tough guy who can build a differential engine by hand, and his understanding of mechanical mechanisms is absolutely top-notch.

"The starting method also needs to be changed. We can't just spin the dial for two minutes every time we start it..."

Along the way, Zhuogo said a lot of things.

The Benz Patent Car performed fairly well, smoking only twice.

As for Benz, he was surprised at first, then became numb, and finally began to doubt his life.

He suspected that Drogo had always had the idea for a car in his head but had not yet had time to build it.

Compared with the car that Drogo had envisioned, his own design seemed so crude that it seemed to be hundreds of years behind the times.

"That's about it. If I think of anything else to add, feel free to let me know."

These "small problems" have been discussed from the station to the urban area, and large construction sites can be seen.

"Oh, by the way, come up with a formal name for the car. A nice name can increase sales just as good appearance does."

The vehicle slowly stopped in front of an intersection.

There is a lamp pole on each of the four directions of the intersection, with three magic lamps on it. The top lamp is now lit red.

Drogo turned and said to Benz, "Repeat it to me."

"Ah? I, so many..."

"Ha, just kidding. Welcome to Waterdeep, um, the under-construction version."

Only then did Benz realize that he had arrived in the so-called urban area of ​​Waterdeep.

At a glance, there are construction sites everywhere, and it is hard to imagine what the final scale of this place will be.

Will so many people come here to settle down?

Benz was skeptical.

The famous cities on the mainland were all expanded little by little because of the large population. I have never heard of any cities being built before there were even any people.

However, he soon felt that this city was different, but he couldn't tell what was different.

Until a Los beast also stopped at the intersection, pulling a cart full of construction materials behind it.

Los beasts are domestic animals that come from underground and are bred by the drow. They are much stronger than cattle and horses and are more suitable for pulling heavy objects.

Wait until the red light at the intersection goes out, the yellow light flashes, and the green light comes on before starting with your car.

Benz understood.

It's order.

This city, still under construction, is full of order.

Intersections in other places have always been synonymous with chaos.

Ox carts, horse carriages, and pedestrians were in a mess, with shouting everywhere. If you wanted to get through, it all depended on who had the best ability to squeeze in.

The same goes for construction sites.

Benz had never seen such an orderly construction site. The workers seemed to be working in groups with clear division of labor and wearing helmets of different colors.

Oh my god, helmets actually provide protection.

It's unbelievable that this red dragon, who is rumored to be richer than some small countries, treats workers as human beings and he himself is not even a human being.

Perhaps this place will really become the most developed city on the continent.

"What is that light?" Benz had roughly guessed its function, but he still asked.

"Directing traffic, that's obvious isn't it."

This system was moved directly from Dragon Island by Drogo, and he also promoted it to the Lord of the Twin Towers.

However, the city lord refused at that time. He thought it was unnecessary. Why spend that money on civilians? It was a waste since they could cross the intersection anyway.

Zhuo Ge said it didn't matter, and said that when there are more cars in the future, the price of installing traffic lights will not be the same as it is now.

On the road, Drogo began to introduce the general situation of Waterdeep.

"This area should be the factory area used to produce motor vehicles in the future. It's your factory area."

This certainly won't become the Bentz plant.

However, this polite statement made Benz very excited. In his eyes, the foundation in front of him had become a factory after another, continuously producing the cars designed by him.

He wanted to make all the changes Drogo had mentioned, as quickly as possible.

Excellent employees are good at painting a rosy picture for themselves.

Drogo pointed to another station that was still under construction in the distance and said, "That is the station that connects to the North. The raw materials from the North are transported directly to the industrial zone, and then the manufactured cars will be sent there."

Drogo pointed toward the sea again.

"The port over there, you'll be loaded onto a ship and shipped all over the world. From now on, you'll be synonymous with vehicles, and everyone will ride in your car."

Benz became more and more excited as he listened, and he began to hallucinate countless vehicles on the street with his name printed on their signs.

"So in order for that day to come sooner, and for people all over the world to enjoy the convenience of vehicles sooner, sign this contract and transfer the patent of the motor vehicle to the Drogo Group so that the group can help you realize your dream more efficiently. And believe me, the price is absolutely fair."

Benz, who was in a state of "loss of mind", signed his name without hesitation.

Therefore, people who start out with technology are easily kicked out by administrative forces and are indeed easy to fool.

No, that's called idealism.

Drogo didn't want to kick Benz out. If he did that once, his reputation would be ruined.

It's a plan to wipe out the entire family.

It’s just that the patent rights are in his hands, so he has complete say.

The price he offered was really fair, and he was prepared to let Benz continue to be responsible for leading the development of the car.

As we went deeper into the city, more and more buildings were built.

"what is that?"

Benz asked, pointing to an open space where there was a flat running track and many sports facilities, and many children of different ages were playing there.

"Primary school, all children in this city can come here to study, providing general education, free of charge."

"It's free!" Benz had never expected it.

"Yes, it's free."

“You are such a philanthropist.”

"That's not the case. This is also a kind of investment. As long as a small number of the children we train serve the city, it will be a sure-fire profitable business." Drogo said in a mercenary manner.

In fact, the school started to reap profits much earlier than he expected.

Since education, accommodation and lunch are provided, and the lowest-equipped dormitories and meals are free, the effect of attracting population is better than directly giving money.

Many families in nearby cities heard about this school and sent their children here.

Some of the parents thought there might be opportunities in Waterdeep, so they stayed there too.

So now there are nearly a thousand children in this school.

It was already a fairly large school on the continent of Phelin. Drogo was hoping that the lottery would draw a "Yunuo No. 2", "Yunuo No. 3"...

The average level depends on education, but genius depends on fate.

"What is the name of this school?" Benz asked.

"The primary school affiliated to the Deepwater City Institute of Science and Technology."

"what?"

"Because it's right next to the Shenzhen Institute of Science and Technology," the car came to a complete stop, "and it's also where you'll be working in the future."

Benz looked at the white building in front of him, which looked ordinary.

Zhuo Ge said, "This is only the first building. The large area at the back is reserved for the research institute. There aren't many people here right now, so you can choose any lab or office. When there are more departments in the future, they will be redistributed."

As soon as they got off the car, a goblin in uniform jumped out of the door.

Benz's eyes widened. This looked very strange.

The goblin completely ignored Drogo and the other two and headed straight for the Benz patent car.

Smell it, knock it, and even nibble on it.

Benz wanted to stop it, but seeing that Drogo and Yuno looked like they were used to it, he couldn't say anything.

Until the goblin whistled.

Then a bunch of goblins in uniforms ran out of the research institute, carrying pliers, hammers, wrenches and other tools, and crawled to the side of the car, ready to start dismantling it.

"and many more!"

Benz screamed.

The leading goblin stopped his hammer in mid-air, glanced at the strange human, then turned to look at Drogo, waiting for his boss to speak.

"It's alright," Drogo pulled Benz inside. "Even though they look like goblins and act like goblins, just treat them as some new creatures. Trust me, we can put them back together for you if we take them apart. For the sake of science."

"But, no, they..."

Benz was taken into the building without a chance to retort.

The goblins can indeed be put back together, but the disassembly process is generally quite "brutal", and Drogo was afraid that Benz would faint on the spot when he saw the goblins' operation.

He even calls the car "she".

Watching "her" being severely disciplined by the goblins, what is the current plot...

In the end, Benz chose an office facing south. The Kingdom of Sutton is located in the northern hemisphere and he likes the sunshine.

"That's it. If you need any equipment, just ask the lab assistant. If you want to bring your family over, I can help you with your work and schooling issues. Estimate the time it will take to resolve those issues in the next few days, and tell me the required R&D cycle as soon as possible. It would be best if we could catch up with this year's expo." Zhuo Ge said.

He plans to release the new car at the expo, because various manufacturers of magic cars will also be present at that time.

Drogo's goal is not only to replace the carriage, but also to quickly eliminate the magical garbage like the magic carriage.

Expensive and not easy to use.

Then those oil fields in hell will come in handy.

If you want to boost the popularity of a car, what better gimmick is there than to have a speed showdown with the top magic car?

Magic racing is a regular feature of the expo. The nobles are very enthusiastic about it, and the common people also enjoy watching the fun.

It would be a bit of a waste to only release a family car with such a good opportunity. It would be better to release a toy car together.

If I can’t afford a real car, I can afford a toy car.

So, after a long time, Drogo decided to return to his old job and sell toys.

So one day later, Twin Towers City.

According to the traditional play style of the Drogo Group, toys must be released together with comics, animations and even games.

"Go get the two wings that draw cartoons," Drogo said to Elsa.

"Who?"

Elsa never remembers a comic artist using this pen name. What the hell is "Two Wings Flying Together"? It sounds like the name format of orcs, but orcs can't use such a cultured word.

"Robben and Ribery, the two who drew the warriors."

"Is there any connection between your nickname and the two of them?"

Aisha contacted these two great cartoonists without knowing why.

"By the way, call the Arkwright family as well!" Drogo's voice came from behind.

Robben, the main writer of Construct Warrior and the head of Drogo Comics Magazine.

He has tens of thousands of gold coins, but because his job as a comic book artist is so demanding, he has no time to spend them.

Ribery, the one in the duo who was responsible for writing the plot and drawing the storyboards, unfortunately, he did not end up together with the daughter of the bakery owner.

These two people have had some rare free time recently.

Because the main story of "Construct Warriors" serialized by them was officially announced to be completed last month.

As for why it is a canon, it is because Feilin's comic development path is more like a combination of American comics and Japanese comics.

After a story character is created, in addition to the original author being responsible for the core story, other cartoonists can also create side stories.

The benefit is that the value of an IP is squeezed more cleanly.

The downside is that new audiences can easily be confused by the same characters but different or even conflicting stories.

The editors of the magazine gradually discovered this problem.

So they created an evil concept.

Parallel plane!

Anyway, no matter what the conflict is, just explain it using parallel dimensions.

Maybe in a few decades, they can create another "good job" called reboot.

In short, the current story of "Construct Warriors" has nothing to do with Robben and Ribery.

The editor really wants them to continue drawing. Why bother ending the series when it is so popular?

But the two strongly objected.

I'm numb and tired. I don't want to draw warriors fighting monsters, warriors fighting super monsters, this kind of nesting doll plot anymore.

After enjoying less than a week's vacation, Robben visited Ribery's house again on this day.

"Knock knock!" Robben knocked on the door.

Half a minute later, Ribery opened the door with a vigilant look, and was relieved to see that it was Robben.

"Why are you so flustered?"

"I thought it was the editor who came to urge the manuscript."

"Are you stupid? Our comic has been finished for more than a month, where did the editor come from?"

"You don't understand. When I hear a knock on the door, I feel like there's an editor on the other end."

"Are you sick?" Robben pushed the door open and walked into the house with ease. "It's best to see a doctor, or even a priest."

"No, what are you here for?" Ribery asked back.

"I'm bored," Robben replied, sitting down on the sofa. "To be precise, I haven't drawn comics for a while and I'm itching to do it."

"Are you crazy?" Ribery felt that Robben was unreasonable.

"We finally managed to escape from that cage where we had to get up early and go to bed late, work all year round, and have people demanding our lives every week. Now you say you're itching to lock yourself back up? How long have we been enjoying this free world?"

Robben had no reaction to Ribery's complaints, but instead noticed a pile of papers on the table in front of him with some messy lines on them.

"what is this?"

"Ha, just a bunch of useless garbage. I'll throw it away now." Ribery said as he was about to clean up.

"Don't move!"

Ribery's abnormal behavior aroused Robben's vigilance, and he immediately picked up a few photos and looked at them carefully.

"Don't look!"

"This is... a storyboard!"

Robben understood the secret. Although Ribery's style was sloppy, several years of cooperation allowed him to successfully distinguish them.

Then both fell silent.

After a long time, Ribery said like a child who was caught doing something bad: "I'm itching to do it too."

It turns out that every cartoonist is a workaholic, the only difference is whether it is explicit or implicit.

The two quickly reached a consensus and started researching what to draw for the next comic.

"What is this about?"

"A story about a creature from another planet that possesses a human, and that human can transform into an alien creature and fight monsters..."

"No, I feel sick when I hear the word monster."

"I think this is okay. It's a story about a future world where there is no magic and everyone has an innate ability, but using the ability requires different costs, and then using this ability to fight."

"interesting."

"And this one, an invincible warrior, no one in the world can match him, but every time he solves a crisis, people will accidentally think it was someone else who did it, but he doesn't care, he fights just for fun..."

"What a weird setting. I have an idea too. Do you know how to play mahjong? What do you think of drawing a battle of wits comic with mahjong as the theme?"

“Playing mahjong and competing in wits doesn’t seem to be very informative, and it’s not very exciting.”

"The chips are exciting. For example, they don't bet on money, but on blood. Whoever loses will have their blood drawn, or they add all kinds of new rules, like part of mahjong is transparent."

"Then we can design interesting characters. For example, some people rely on analysis to play cards, some rely on intuition, and some rely on cheating. The theme of the comics can even be cheating, and everyone wants to see who has better methods!" Ribery added.

“That’s a good idea!”

So the two of them spent a long time thinking about the plot based on the theme of mahjong battle of wits.

Then he discovered his fatal flaw.

Low intelligence.

Can't think of a battle of wits.

The two of them lay decadently on the sofa.

Robben said weakly, "No, is there anything brand new, like the original Construct Warriors? I think we are more suitable for drawing those."

Ribery covered his head and said, "Where can I get so many new things to draw for you?"

At this time, the cell phone rang.

"Hey, hey! You you! I don't like your girlfriend..."

The ringtone is Miss Carina’s latest single.

Robben took a look, immediately sat up straight and answered the call.

"Yeah, okay, yes, got it, understood, got it, we'll be there right away."

"Who is it?" Ribery asked.

"Sister Aisha, they said Drogo wants to meet us. There is a new comic theme, about a four-wheel drive car."

"Oh--"

"What is a four-wheel drive vehicle?" they both asked in unison. (End of this chapter)