Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

"Let me make this clear first, True Red isn't like a freshly baked white bread," Gordon reminded him.

"I don't care about the real red, I only ask that you do it, you, only you." Eve tilted her head.

Why?

"The potion will enter my bloodstream, and I hope that your judgment will remain there."

Gordon felt very trusted.

"We also need to consider the compatibility between source substances. The source substances within Senior's body... seem to be out of balance?"

"If the source matter within me were in balance, I wouldn't crave light all night. I remember all the books I've read, but sometimes I forget why I care about them in the first place," Eve chuckled.

Indeed. Gordon also realized that Eve was clearly afraid of the dark, and might have some other minor issues as well.

The two source materials she is now displaying, one tends to burn and light things, and the other represents knowledge and memory. It's like a fire igniting in a library, which is sure to end badly.

Thinking of this, Gordon felt that rashly providing Eve with "a little bit of accumulated heat" might cause the balance to collapse further, making the flames burn even brighter and burning the knowledge in her heart to ashes.

To make the right judgment, Gordon must first examine what kind of essence Eve has in her body.

As for the inspection method...

Gordon shifted his gaze from Eve's collar to the lab table.

"Senior, you can think about it some more. We'll go to the Montfort family's alchemy lab tomorrow to refine potions. You can decide then." Gordon also wanted to refine his own Resurrection Pool.

"Hmm..." Eve seemed to be thinking.

Gordon is very cautious when it comes to empowering others.

He calmed his thoughts and focused his attention back on the development of the effective drug in front of him.

Gordon plans to mobilize all sectors of society to participate, saving himself the trouble.

"We'll get Professor Winslow research funding, hire a bunch of idle graduate students to help me verify things, have the Bureau of Extraterrestrial Affairs provide security, have the parliament and public health agencies provide public opinion support, and have the Highman Company coordinate in the middle. We're going to break through and thoroughly implement the integration of industry, academia, and research."

Next, Gordon drafted a letter to Professor Winslow, outlining his entire plan from research objectives, drug production, clinical preparation to ownership of results, intending to mobilize hundreds of people to participate in the project and never go it alone.

Gordon himself only asked questions, mastered the key processes, signed his name on various rights documents, and then came knocking on the door with patent certificates and other valuables.

Professors have funding, universities have papers, government agencies have solutions, legislators have achievements, health agencies have treatments, and high-powered companies have money.

"You've arranged places for everyone," Eve said, looking at the letter.

"Cooperation between people is like sharing a meal. Having similar interests can only get everyone to sit down, and it also makes sure that everyone has something they want to eat on their plate."

"The professor will correct your formatting."

"The professor's pleasure comes from correcting formatting; if you don't leave him a few questions, he'll get very bored," Gordon continued writing.

Therefore, Gordon subcontracted these tasks.

He only checks the results at key junctures, makes the final decision on the general direction, signs off on the plans his underlings work out overnight, and provides praise or criticism from the true red alchemist himself.

Gordon prepared the letters by sorting them into categories.

This will allow the effective drug to enter the formal research and development process.

Even if Gordon starts playing dead from today, someone will still do his research, raise mice, keep records, handle paperwork, and burn through his funds...

This is civilization.

Finally, he packed up all the experimental materials, refilled the iridescent water into the sample bottles, sealed them with wax, and properly stored the high and low grade phosphorus salts separately.

then……

Silver Fish Sacred Box.

[The fertile casket. The temporary cessation of dripping doesn't mean nobody wants it.]

"This is a major anomaly. It can't stay in the lab. Put it back in the academy's underground storage facility and have people guard it around the clock. Only after the Blackwater Hermitage is destroyed will we have time to study it slowly." Gordon sent it back to a safe place and forcefully suppressed it.

"Where to next?" Eve watched Gordon hide the artifact.

"I need to go to the factory and check on it. I'll feed the rat some secret treats; I owe it a month's worth, and I'm worried it might rebel." Gordon thought for a moment. "I also need to see if the factory can break even in the first year so I can get a 40% stake."

……

As we left the Sherwood Laboratory Building, the torrential rain was still pouring down.

There were no horse-drawn carriages for hire outside the school gate, and the rainwater flowed swiftly along the road, washing away all sorts of filth.

"Looks like we'll have to hike." Gordon mailed all the letters and then glanced at the sky.

"The rain is heavier than when we came." Eve opened her black umbrella to prevent the two of them from walking too far in the rain.

Gordon raised his hand and continued training in water control.

The thousands of falling water lines were gently deflected. He used himself as a moving node to correct the vector of the rain in a small area, so that the rain could never reach them.

The torrential rain actually benefited him, as he could practice anytime, anywhere, like a free training ground open all day.

Only by enhancing his ability to finely control the tides of fate can Gordon be more confident and proactive in a watery environment.

"You need a horse too," Gordon suddenly said.

"How did you come up with this?"

Will my junior give me one?

"It's a public transportation vehicle purchased by the company, a stallion," Gordon corrected. "We're a high-end company; we need to be legitimate and issue invoices. What kind of horse do you like?"

"Choose a tall, dark chestnut horse with a steady gait, one that doesn't panic when exposed to fire, and one without white spots on its forehead. I've seen horses in my village since I was a child, and they're easier to get along with than many people," Eve said.

"Am I an easy person to get along with?"

"Yes," Eve chuckled.

They strolled in the rain, which poured down, but the city continued to operate despite the heavy downpour, only with even more traffic congestion.

After walking for a while, they finally found a horse-drawn carriage and successfully arrived at No. 16 Cormorant Road, Riverside District, Montfort Spiritual Industries.

The factory entrance is adorned with the Monford family's white lion emblem, which gleamed after being washed by the heavy rain. It is surrounded by red brick walls, with spikes on top to prevent climbing.

The gatekeeper, who was huddled up complaining about the weather, saw Gordon and immediately saluted him.

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"Hello Mr. Vic! We'll report this immediately!"

Plant Manager Pemberton came out to greet Gordon.

He was in his forties, with gray-brown hair, wearing a top hat and a black wool coat, and looked happier than before.

"Mr. Vic, welcome. I wanted to come see you, but I couldn't leave the factory." Pemberton shook Gordon's hand.

"If you can't get away, it's either because there are too many accidents or too many orders. Judging from your expression, it seems to be the latter," Gordon observed.

"Yes, orders have been plentiful lately." He was pleased.

They passed through the gatehouse.

When Gao Deng last came here, it was still a mess.

Now each raw material barrel has a cardboard sign with the supplier, date of arrival, weight, inspector, and batch number. Different colored labels are used in the corresponding positions to distinguish whether it is qualified or not.

"After you mentioned it last time, I tried to improve the method," Pemberton explained. "Before, when something went wrong, everyone said it had nothing to do with them. Now, by checking the serial number, I can trace all the way to the operator and the records for that day, without having to suffer in silence."

"Very good. Once humans sign something, their level of responsibility increases."

Pemberton wholeheartedly agreed.

"We have also changed our reward method. As you said, we no longer look at production volume. Now we mainly look at the pass rate and safety record. We only care about products with quality and reputation."

"I'm sure someone's unhappy about this."

"Of course, everyone was against it at first because they didn't understand why producing more wasn't a good thing. But last week, we gave bonuses to the teams with the highest pass rates, and they started to take it seriously. They even took the initiative to study how to better extract spirituality from the river mud and even refused to accept substandard upstream raw materials."

Gordon was very satisfied.

Manager Pemberton led Gordon to his office on the second floor.

Several college students hired for the summer were calculating data here. A blackboard hung on the wall as they calculated pass rates, accident counts, return quantities, and production capacity. Newly compiled production reports were stacked on their desks.

They were fluctuating before, but have now entered a period of stability in the past week.

Gordon examined it carefully.

Monford Spiritual Industries is in its early stages, with 90 employees currently on staff and 50 on informal assignments.

Ordinary workers earned 10 silver pounds per month, while skilled workers, technicians, and these literate university students earned even more, up to 50 silver pounds.

The factory paid Gordon, the technical consultant, a salary of 10 gold pounds, to be paid next month. However, compared to his share of the company, this amount was just a bonus and met the requirements of the tax authorities.

The factory processes 1100 tons of sludge per month, yielding approximately 60 kilograms of medium-quality aqueous spiritual crystals.

Based on a factory price of 30 copper cents per gram, the monthly turnover reaches 900 gold pounds. After deducting direct costs, operating expenses, and taxes, the net profit is approximately 200 gold pounds, which is about 22.2% net profit margin.

This completely surpasses the traditional manufacturing industry and is far more profitable than the traditional agricultural income of the Earl of Montfort's own country estates.

However, the Earl's initial investment in building the factory was 5500 gold pounds, and it would take more than two years to recoup the investment.

The count initially promised to give Gordon a 40% stake if he could recoup his investment in the first year, or only 12% if he couldn't, a significant difference between the two.

So Gordon continued to train, further increasing both production and quality.

"Have you established contact with Sinclair? I designed an improved reactor with him before," Gordon asked.

"Yes, we have received the blueprints and have designated a manufacturer to speed up production. It is expected to be put into use next month," Pemberton explained.

Gordon nodded.

Management improvements can only smooth out current production levels and ensure that industrial order remains unchanged.

Improving production processes is the key to qualitative change.

If the factory can consistently produce the high-quality water-phase spiritual crystals that Gordon desires, its profits will increase significantly.

Ideally, once the new equipment is online, monthly output is expected to increase to 85 kg, and the finished product quality will also be improved to 50 copper points per gram of silver-green crystal sand.

At that time, monthly turnover will exceed 2000 gold pounds, and profits are expected to exceed 1000 gold pounds!

Gordon can only realize his 40% stake in the factory if he recoups his investment within six months, and only then can Montfort Spiritual Industries grow into the industrial monster Gordon envisions.

Gordon looked down at the large, clumsy reactors that were haphazardly stirring up the sludge.

In his imagination, the improved reactor was churning out, printing gold pounds for him in large quantities.

Plant Manager Pemberton looked around, filled with emotion.

Without Gordon's guidance, this factory would have been lucky to break even, let alone make a profit of 200 gold pounds.

Now, the place has indeed shown some signs of improvement, and even has huge potential for development.