After the Full Level of the Profession

Madeleine happily walked out of the bar, but as she walked, suddenly a new question came to her mind: Since he didn't do that kind of thing, where did he go?

I don’t want to know, but when I think about it, a lot of possibilities popped out of her mind. These possibilities include: going to the private meeting, the little sister, and going to the private meeting, Lolita... …Even, it is possible to go to the private meeting of the old aunt, ah ah ah!

A big bead of sweat ran down Madeleine's face. Human imagination is too terrible to think about. The more you think, the easier it will be to lead yourself crooked. Maybe he went to the orphanage to take the child? It is often written in the poems of bards that when a hero is a child, no one takes care of him, but when he grows up he likes to take care of other orphans.

Yep! very possible.

No, this matter must be investigated, it must be investigated.

However, it seems impolite to investigate this kind of thing. If he knows that I secretly investigate him, he will definitely be angry, right? It is said that men hate housekeepers the most. If they are followed all the time, a man will go crazy.

Madeleine was so entangled...

At this time, a black knight led a team of patrols passing by. Seeing Madeleine, the black knight hurriedly saluted: "Commander, his subordinates are leading the patrol to the fifth block."

"Oh! Fifth block? I remember there was an orphanage there." Madeleine immediately scowled and said, "I'll go on patrol with you, too."

"The head is really serious and responsible."

In the evening three days later, when Robb recovered his little yellow hair shape and was sitting on a stone chair in the church yard talking on the phone with Miss Queen lazily.

The Cotton family's caravan came again, and once they came, they bought all the stockings stocked in the stocking factory. Not only buying embroidered stockings, but also ordinary black silk and white silk that have not been embroidered.

The women of the Bright Road have begun a vigorous "women's stockings movement". Recently, stockings have been sold out. The women of the upper-class aristocrats have to buy one for each style. Now whoever is even the stockings style If you don't have one set, you don't dare to call yourself a member of the upper class.

However, the huge sales volume corresponds to the output that can't keep up with the progress. Because the number of embroidery workers in Xifeng Town is too small, the number of silk stockings that can be processed is also very small, and the workload of the rust workers is completely unable to keep up with the progress. , Only a small amount of silk stockings can be embroidered, and a large number of silk stockings are still in the whiteboard state.

This is not enough. Therefore, the Cotton family themselves organized a large number of embroiders to process ordinary stockings. In this way, even the Bright Road began to form an embroidery production chain.

Now, Desmond Cotton is sitting in front of Robb, drinking a glass of Fat House Happy Water in his hand, and discussing this with Robb: "Godfather, with all due respect, you only have a few hundred. Spider's small stockings factory can no longer meet the increasing sales."

"Yeah!" Robb readily admitted: "Yes, the output can't keep up with the sales. There are too many rich people on the bright road. Shouldn't it be the capital of Siege?"

Desmond smiled and said: "Recently, silk stockings have been sold to the Lost City by some three-handed dealers. There is the base camp of the Dark Vatican, and there are many rich women. They are also screaming to buy stockings. But where do I still have goods for them here? And... The Lost City is still a port city. Once everything arrives in the Lost City, it will immediately radiate to the whole world. This will be a very huge business with unlimited potential. But Godfather is limited by the population of Xifeng Town and cannot make the world's money. Isn't that a pity?"

Robber said: "What are you trying to say, just say it, don't hide in front of me, I like people who talk happily."

Desmond said: "Did Godfather consider further expansion of production?"

Robb smiled and glanced at the crystal ball next to him: "A few days ago, someone was still betting with me that I was going bankrupt, how dare I expand production?"

There was an angry grunt from Miss Queen in the crystal ball. It turned out that she had been listening in, and came out in due course to express her dissatisfaction that she had lost the bet.

Robb turned his head again, and said to Desmond, "You are asking a fake question! Whether it is you or the queen, you should have seen it long ago. The population size of my Westwind Town is not large enough to carry out a large-scale development. Large-scale production, and I have a large supplement, taking into account all kinds of messy industries, each industry has to invest in population, making the population here has been stretched, and the scale of various businesses has reached the limit. What is the expansion of production? It's impossible."

Speaking of this, Robb said lazily: "Just tell me, what do you want?"

Desmond was a little embarrassed and said: "I was wondering... Can Godfather provide me with a large number of spider eggs, and then send a few managers, technicians, and skilled workers in the spider factory to guide them, and I partnered to build a huge stockings factory..."

Robbile said: "Isn't the Bright Road not allowing poisons to be raised? In such big cities, once a large number of poisonous spiders ran out and harmed the citizens, Her Majesty the Queen would chop off your head every minute."

"Yes! I will hang you." Her Majesty followed angrily in the crystal ball.

Sidmond hurriedly said: "No, no, no, I'm not talking about Guangming Road. I'm talking about a small town about five miles west of Guangming Road, with a population of about three thousand. I found a place there, which is very suitable for building a closed factory to raise spiders. There is almost no pillar industry in that small town. I plan to convert all the three thousand people into workers in the stockings factory. , Let it become a silk stocking town!"

The more he talked, the happier he was: "In this way, we will definitely be able to make a lot of money."

After speaking, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly turned his head to the crystal ball and said: "Your Majesty, if this thing for me is done, my factory does not need a tax exemption policy, and will pay the full tax on time and by the amount!"

As soon as he said this, the queen's eyes lit up.

In order to win the hearts and minds of the people, Her Majesty the Queen has been implementing tax exemptions, but the tax exemption has done too much damage to the finances. She is already too poor. Now that Desmond says this, there is no reason why the Queen is unhappy.

The three thousand residents of the small town were originally tax-free, but if, as Desmond said, the entire town’s residents were converted into workers in the stockings factory, and then taxed from the factory, it would be equivalent to The tax exempted by the three thousand people was collected in a different way.