Chapter 495 Factory
"That's the Istalia Arena, where gladiatorial contests are held regularly."

"This is the Redscale Garrison, the headquarters of the Redscale Conqueror Force."

"That team you're talking about? They're from the Imperial Guard. They heard that there's been a lot of demons around lately, so they're keeping a close eye on the city."

Joseph and his group continued walking along the main road, listening to Heya's introduction of what he saw along the way.

"Mr. Joseph, the headquarters building of the Claude-Berg Military Industry Group is in front of us. This should be your destination.
“What a tall building.”

Joseph looked up and saw a tall building of more than ten floors not far away, with the words "Claude Military Industrial Group" written in large letters on the top.

The entire building seems to be made of special bricks and stones, with little additional decoration, exuding a unique Empire style. It is said that there are steel bars for support.

At the entrance of the building, in addition to the emblem of the Burning Empire, there is also a group logo with firearms, artillery and dragon wings intersecting.

There were people coming and going in a hurry around, including businessmen from all over the place, tax collectors holding documents, and many soldiers in military uniforms with pistols on their waists.

Joseph walked into the building curiously, and Heya came forward and whispered to the front desk staff with familiarity.

Soon, a man in formal attire and steady steps came up to them with a smile and extended his right hand enthusiastically.

"You must be Mr. Joseph, one of the leaders of the Pilsen Chamber of Commerce. I have heard of your name for a long time.

My name is Reuven Craig, a senior salesman of the group, responsible for receiving distinguished guests like you. "

After all, Joseph was a well-spoken businessman. He reacted immediately, put on a polite smile, and stretched out his hand to shake it.

"You flatter me. I am just an ordinary member of the Pilsen Chamber of Commerce. I am only representing the Chamber of Commerce temporarily because I am trusted by all the members."

"No, no, the Pilsen Chamber of Commerce is the most powerful chamber of commerce in Thrace, and is also one of our major customers."

"In that case, thank you very much, Mr. Reuven."

Reuven took Joseph and his party into the building for a tour, and took the opportunity to sell him the group's new product - the "Flying Dragon Flame" series of rifles.

“This is an important milestone, as it has been further optimized in terms of materials and structure, and its shooting accuracy and reliability have been significantly improved.

The second generation, while maintaining the original advantages, has improved the soldiers’ mobility and flexibility in combat by shortening the gun body and reducing its weight, so that it can quickly respond to various tactical needs in various complex environments.

"Sounds good."

Joseph nodded slightly.

"We at the Pilsen Chamber of Commerce are still concerned about the quality of these guns. Money is only a small matter, the lives of the soldiers are the most important."

"You have a point."

Joseph stroked his beard and said calmly, "So, seeing is believing, hearing is not.

There are some things you can only know by seeing them yourself.”

This is his purpose.

Steal the Empire's firearms technology, understand their military situation, and make necessary preparations.

After this period of communication, he has roughly determined that this Reuven is a greedy guy who is only interested in making money.

As long as enough money is paid, maybe something can be dug out. As for the fanatical believer Heya, he has given up trying.

"Mr. Joseph, do you want to visit the specific production process of the group's firearms?

No problem, I'll take you there right away."

Before Joseph could respond, Reuven spoke bluntly.

"That's good."

Joseph was a little stunned, then he reacted and nodded slightly.

He thought that he would have to go through some entanglement, consultation and negotiation, and then use benefits to impress the other party. This was normal for him as a "white glove" who was free among the powerful.

But Joseph really didn't expect that the other party would agree so directly, as if it was an insignificant little thing.

Is this a trap?
Although he felt somewhat nervous, Joseph was determined to continue to complete the task assigned by His Royal Highness the Prince.

Try to get the blueprints of the firearms, and it would be best if you could attract a few skilled craftsmen from the empire so that the Thracian Kingdom can also produce such weapons.

Reuven took Joseph and others on a small steam locomotive in the city and came to the south of the city.

He introduced: "This is the southern industrial zone of Istalia. This time I will take you to visit the 11th Military Factory."

Joseph looked at the large-scale buildings in the distance and the tall chimneys that kept emitting gray smoke, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really spectacular."

"Are those guns sold to the South made here?"

"Of course, please follow me." Lu Wen walked in front, talked to the security guard at the door, and led them through smoothly.

Entering the factory, Joseph was once again shocked by the scene inside.

"Bang! Bang!"

In the spacious workshop, machines roared, people were talking, dust was flying, and machines several meters high were neatly arranged.

The workers are busy on the assembly line. Their faces are numb and their hands move like reflexes. Each person is responsible for a link, whether it is checking the barrel, splicing accessories, or installing parts.
"Listen carefully! As long as you complete today's target, you will get a bonus!

If I find out who is being lazy

The figure of the earth elf supervisor was shuttling between the workshops. From time to time, he came up to a worker and issued an angry scolding.

Joseph opened his eyes and mouth wide, thinking:

machine.

A huge machine.

Not only the equipment in the factory, but even the living workers are just parts that make this huge machine run.

Until this moment, he finally understood why Reuven agreed so readily - it turned out that there were no skilled craftsmen at all, and the producers of those guns were not individuals, but entire factories.

Lu Wen said in a relaxed tone: "The group's firearms will go through multiple inspection processes, and the quality is absolutely guaranteed. You don't have to worry at all."

Joseph couldn't help but ask, "If there is a skilled blacksmith, can he make these guns by himself?"

Lu Wen replied: "Perhaps it is possible, but pure manpower will inevitably have some errors, and it is estimated that it will require a blacksmith with extremely superb skills to do it.

Besides, no matter how skilled you are, you can only make a few guns a day, while the factories in the empire produce tens of thousands of guns every day."

As he spoke, pride began to emerge in his tone.

At this time, it was no exaggeration to say that the Burning Empire was the "world's military factory". The rifles they produced were sold overseas and even changed the course of the war to a certain extent.

Joseph felt a little desperate. If the Kingdom of Thrace wanted to produce firearms independently, it would have to move the entire factory to the south.

And according to Reuven, a supporting industrial system is also needed to provide materials for the production of firearms - which means they need to move the entire imperial industrial zone.

Joseph thought to himself, "I have traveled all over the continent of Fianso, but I have never seen a country like this."

It’s almost like.”

He thought for a moment before finding the most appropriate metaphor.

"A huge machine created for war and plundering money. His Majesty the Emperor turned living people into tools."

Joseph's mood was extremely complicated.

After visiting the military factory, he told Reuven that he needed to think about it again before deciding whether to order the weapons.

Therefore, Joseph and others were arranged to stay in a VIP hostel in the central area of ​​the imperial capital, and Heya, who served as their guide, also said goodbye.

But before leaving, she said to Joseph meaningfully: "Don't have any luck, His Majesty Cassius can see everything in the empire with his eyes."

However, Joseph did not take the other party's words seriously. After all, in his eyes, this guide was a poor man who was brainwashed by the evil dragon emperor.

It was midnight and the sky was dark.

There was a barely perceptible sound in the room of the VIP Hostel.

"Click."

"what is that?"

Suddenly, Joseph woke up from his sleep. He smelled danger, his heart was pounding, and it seemed that a dark shadow was passing by the window.

The guards at the door didn't notice anything unusual.

"how is this possible?"

He lowered his head, and suddenly his expression became terrified - it turned out that the photo stone disguised as a medal was shattered by a tiny silver needle.

Next to him, there appeared a crumpled bloody note, on which were written the words he had heard during the day:

"His Majesty Cassius's eyes can see everything in the empire."

Joseph's face turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "He, how did they know?"

(End of this chapter)