Lord of Industrialization

"Da Franche, listen to me."

"Sorry, sir, I have to rush to meet an important client."

After returning without success again, Baron Turgot was extremely upset. Why was no one willing to listen to him?

The owner of the bakery was like this, the wine merchant who lived downstairs was like this, and even Da Franche was like this.

Baron Turgot once again wandered around depressedly, planning to go to the milk tea shop opposite the Clover Hinge Factory to continue thinking about the problem, and stopped by to see if the Ghazi Barbeque Restaurant was open.

As a result, he saw that the sign on the door of the store had changed. The barbecue restaurant would be moved to the commercial street in the old city and opened at the end of September. Students from Textile Road Primary School could still go to the new store and exchange their perfect score papers for a portion of the barbecue.

There was also a sign hanging next to it. The landlord was looking for rent, and the interview location was actually the Fuqiang Flour Factory.

Turgo thought to himself, it seems that the young landlady has met a noble man, and she should be snickering somewhere now.

Now Olive is taking Ozcan and his men to Weissenburg University. After some inquiries, he found Professor Geisler and Professor Bowe.

In the reception room of the teaching building, Ozcan presented precious gifts from the Dashi Empire to the two inventors of washing powder.

They were two falcons made of silver, their feathers outlined in gold, and their eyes were gems without any flaws.

The two professors were also people who had seen the world and knew how valuable such a silver falcon was. An imperial prime minister who was thousands of miles away and had never interacted with him gave it to them. For a moment, they thought Ozkan had made a mistake.

After Ozkan explained the reason, everyone who listened was dumbfounded.

Professor Geisler exclaimed: "You use laundry detergent to wash people?!"

Professor Bowe asked incredulously: "Or is it used to wash wounds?"

All three of them understand Pulan, so there is no need for Olive to translate at this time.

Ozcan said to the two of them: "People on the eastern grasslands rarely take baths. At most, they only fetch water to wipe themselves."

"The chief gave me a woman. Her butt is big, but her body smells so bad that she immediately softens when she smells it."

"I happened to have washing powder, so I used it to wash them clean and the smell was gone."

"Later, some people discovered that washing wounds with washing powder can prevent pus. If there is pus, it can be washed away and there will be no more pus. Especially after washing the wound, the wound heals very quickly."

"This spring, the Prime Minister of the Dashi Empire took his family to the grasslands for hunting. His favorite grandson fell off a horse and injured his leg. Half of his leg was filled with pus. The doctor said he would have to cut it off if he could not save it."

"I happened to be nearby at that time, and the prime minister heard that I had medicine that could wash away pus, so he sent someone to arrest me."

"Fortunately, the medicine given by the two professors was very effective. The pus on the leg disappeared within five days, and it was cured after another month."

"I have received many rewards, these two are especially for you."

The two inventors of washing powder looked at each other. The washing powder they made was added with some herbal powder that has a bactericidal effect. It can indeed be used to wash wounds in an emergency, but it cannot be specially used to wash wounds.

Professor Geisler reminded Ozkan: "You can actually use medical alcohol."

Professor Bowe also said: "Medical alcohol is not very expensive."

"They've finished drinking," Ozkan said calmly.

The two professors were completely speechless.

Ozcan can't control that much. As long as the customer thinks it can be used, he can just buy it if he orders it.

So he ordered ten shipments of laundry detergent every month, preparing to monopolize the high-end trauma disinfection market in the Dashi Empire.

Several washing powder manufacturers who received orders had a black line. This was a bit outrageous, but Ozcan gave too much. In the end, everyone combined and created an independent brand to sell exclusively to Ozcan to avoid death. The reputation of the main brand has been damaged.

Ozcan knew that laundry detergent was not a professional treatment for wounds, but sometimes bad was better than nothing, so if you wanted to make big money, you had to find a professional.

Spike has been busy these days with loans, renting land, and contacting construction teams to build chicken coops. After Ozcan arranged for dozens of his cronies to go to sailor school to learn how to sail, he took advantage of his free time to treat him to a meal.

"Disinfectant used by the military?" Spike was a little embarrassed, "It probably won't work anymore."

Although there are many ways to heal wounds quickly and even reattach broken limbs, wound contamination and infection are big problems. Failure to clean them will leave contaminants in the healed wound. Methods to promote the growth of the wound site can also Allow various bacteria to multiply rapidly.

Laundry powder can only be used in emergencies, the key is to use professional chemicals.

Ozkan wanted to get some professional medicine, thinking that someone from Spike's army would have a way, but he didn't expect the other party to clearly say no.

He personally put the two emerald oysters on Spike's plate with tongs and whispered, "Can you help me? The price is negotiable."

Spike immediately shook his head and said: "Don't take the idea of ​​the army, people will die."

"In the army, we often get injured during training. Now that the army has expanded, there is a huge demand for wound medicine, and we don't even have enough."

"Just think about what would happen if someone found out that they were injured and asked if they were sold."

Ozkan immediately said: "Of course we should sell them together. It's okay to use washing powder for those mudnecks. Anyway, we can just recruit them after they die. Making money is not important."

He always thought that Spike was a junior officer, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get so much land and money to build a chicken farm.

In other armies, junior officers are also officers. Officers and soldiers are two different species. Soldiers brought from the countryside will die when they die. It is not as important as the officers' getting rich.

Spike shook his head and said very seriously: "We are different, so don't think about it. People will really die."

"The principality has a list of items that are prohibited from being exported. The punishment ranges from fines to imprisonment, and in serious cases to hanging."

"You also saw the incubator I used to hatch the chicks. I bought it with a loan and it has a different shape than the one that can be exported. If it is shipped out and the customs sees it, both the buyer and the seller will be punished."

"All military supplies are in the list, and the level is not low. Many strictly managed supplies have numbers on them, so you can check who passed them."

With Spike's two-meter-tall height and serious appearance, he is still very intimidating. When he first retired from the army, the police department of Weissenburg City wanted to hire him. At that station, he was more intimidating than three police dogs.

Ozkan could only give up this idea, thinking that someone should be doing this kind of business, but Spike couldn't reach it, which meant that this business was beyond his reach.

It makes sense that he can live for so long on the grassland where force speaks for itself. After knowing that some things cannot be touched, he decisively stops touching them and concentrates on doing what he can do.

At this time, the restaurant waiter came over with a cart to serve the food. Olive brought the chicken soup to Ozcan and Spike first, and then to himself.

After taking two bites, Ozkan said to Spike: "The chicken here is not as delicious as the chickens on the prairie."

The flower-headed chicken he was talking about is a kind of pheasant on the grassland. It has a circle of relatively long feathers on the back of its head. When it is angry, it will stand up, like a flower blooming.

Spike said while eating: "I have only seen flower-headed chickens in the zoo, but never eaten them. They are rarely raised here."

"Pheasants such as pheasants are active, can fly, love to fight, and grow slowly. They cannot be raised in chicken coops, so no one raises them."

Ozcan nodded thoughtfully, and after dinner, invited Spike and Olive to his residence.

This time he came and rented a mansion in Weisenberg City, which not only lived there but also served as a business office.

There were many people in the mansion, and Spike found that several people were stunned for a moment when they saw Olive, and then lowered their heads to make way. Olive looked very proud.

Ozkan led the two of them to the living room. After everyone sat down, they started talking about business.

"The Ghazi Empire is not at peace now." He sighed, "The woman named Selma is getting stronger and stronger, and there are wars everywhere. I heard that the next step is Wanjing City."

"I previously set up a stronghold on the grassland, and now I want to set up some industries here and move my family here for refuge."

"But there are still some restrictions for us pagans to buy houses here, and no one has sold them to me."

Olive said: "No, there is no problem for us to buy a house here. As long as we don't build the church of Flame Church, no one will care about it."

Spike, who knew a little more about the policy, asked, "How many people are you going to bring?"

Ozkan replied: "Five to six hundred people."

"There are too many people." Spike shook his head, "It would be okay if so many people spread out, but if they come all at once, the relevant government departments will inevitably be wary."

"How about this. There should be some scholars among the people who want to escape the war. You contact them. On the other hand, contact the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the principality and say that you want to take refuge."

"The relevant departments will arrange this matter at that time, which will be much easier than doing it yourself."

Ozcan thought for a moment and said: "I understand, those scholars are a stepping stone."