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That is....
Yang Hao explained his bold and blasphemous ideas to Kosiché.
First, military factories only need a blueprint to produce a product without any additional resources.
Secondly, its production is limited to military products. Although production time is adjusted according to the size of the product, there are not many restrictions on the size of the product.
Finally, it doesn't say that product variants can't be produced—for example, if I want to produce 100 assault rifles, and the original assault rifles are made of plastic and synthetic materials, then if I slightly adjust the blueprint parameters, changing [Plastic] and [Synthetic Materials] to [Gold]...
Doesn't that mean I can get a huge amount of gold for free?
And if it's possible to get gold for free, then what if I want to get things like fiberglass for free?
Or, if fiberglass is feasible... then what about materials that are currently crucial to the world's industry? For example, D32 alloy? For example, various Originium products? Or even purified Originium?
Hmm... thinking about it this way, it actually seems like it has a lot of potential.
Therefore, Yang Hao had countless blasphemous thoughts: What if I wanted the material used to make this gun to be some kind of unspeakable "flesh and blood"?
What if I wanted a military factory to produce assault rifles made of nanomachines?
Even worse—what if I wanted it to produce assault rifles made of living organisms?
Yang Hao felt his inspiration burning brighter and brighter—he almost ignored the tail binding his little brother, which was constantly tightening and loosening.
Fortunately, Kosichello managed to quickly pull Yang Hao back to reality while he surrendered. She frowned, ate several bites of bread, and then agreed that Yang Hao's idea was useful and worth testing.
"Then, I'll have Snake Scales give you a design drawing of the current military factory tomorrow, and you can go and verify your ideas."
"hiss..."
"Even a period of deep contemplation has its limits. We've almost finished eating—let's go to the bathroom."
...
Koschke used her tail to drag Yang Hao, who was in a state of post-coital slumber, to the bathroom. There, she personally used her mouth to unzip his pants, undressed him, wiped him clean with a tissue, and then the couple soaked in hot water.
Koschei showed Yang Hao his medical report—he was perfectly healthy and in good health. The only problem was that, perhaps due to racial reasons, it would be difficult for him to have a child with Koschei's current physique.
"In short, my dear husband, if you feel that the family absolutely needs a child, it's not too late for us to adopt one."
"Ah...actually, I didn't really care." Although Yang Hao felt quite regretful, he didn't force his wife to adopt a child to fulfill his desire to build a complete family. "Our career is just starting out...let's take it slow. It's not too late to think about it after everything settles down."
"Is it really okay?"
"real."
"And I've been thinking about it, since I can't get pregnant, let's not use any contraceptives in the future."
"what?"
Why did we fast-forward to this topic? Yang Hao watched helplessly as Koschitch wrapped his tail around his old waist, and could only manage a wry smile:
"But starting tomorrow, I have to deal with the secret forces, the work-for-relief program, and then the matter of inviting nobles to come and declare war, okay? Spare me..."
"It depends on your performance, my dear husband."
She smiled very charmingly.
Meanwhile, Margarita, who was heading to the cemetery to prepare for her serious spiritual practice, sneezed again.
Chapter 130
4 month 3 day.
Before dealing with the work of the two secret units, Yang Hao excitedly took the design drawings sent by the Serpent Scales and summoned the gate of the [Military Factory Outside the Map] in front of Kosichrie in the audience hall. After entering, he hurriedly went to verify his idea and wanted to see if this magical factory was as he thought, capable of creating gold out of thin air, or creating other things.
The result pleased him, but also disappointed him. While the military factory could indeed produce standard weapons made from [other materials], this was subject to significant time constraints!
for example.
"Hmm... a unit of standard [Regular Soldier Suit] can be produced in just one hour—oh? Is there a penalty for low work efficiency? Does it mean that we need to produce the same thing for a long time before we can produce it at maximum efficiency? Hmm..."
A unit's "standard soldier's suit"—which includes protective gear, weapons, and some survival tools—can be produced in just one hour by this military factory, which is not yet operating at full efficiency. Doesn't that seem fast?
But the problem is coming.
"Hmm... if we replace the base material with [pure gold]... good heavens, something that used to take an hour to produce now takes a full 200 hours?!"
If the base material is changed from ordinary steel to pure gold, the set that could originally be produced in just one hour will now take a full 200 hours to complete. In other words, the difference in base materials will seriously affect the speed at which military factories can produce products. So, in a sense, Yang Hao's idea of using military factories to produce a large amount of gold to enrich the national treasury in a short period of time is completely unfeasible!
Moreover, the slow speed of gold's movement is only a relatively minor factor.
"If we switch to uranium-235, does that mean we're simply calculating it by the year?"
"Fiberglass won't work either...it takes too long."
"Purifying Originium is acceptable, but it still takes almost a thousand hours of work. When converted to the speed of Originium purification in real-world factories, there isn't much difference. Ah, its advantage is that it doesn't require raw materials or skilled workers to operate."
"Flesh and blood guns won't work? Ah, no, not that they won't work... but this thing is going to be measured in centuries? Can I see the reasoning?"
Yang Hao stared blankly at the prompt that popped up on the lathe. After he muttered that he wanted to see "the reason why it was taking so long", a piece of paper was actually sent over from the lathe's conveyor belt.
Yang Hao picked up the paper with the reasons written on it and found these few sentences written on it:
[1. The resources required for conventional weapons are conventional consumable resources, so military factories will produce them at a normal rate.]
2. When you need to change the base material to achieve better aesthetics, greater power, or greater sturdiness, the production time will be increased or decreased depending on the value of the replacement material.
3. Flesh and blood weapons are extremely special genetic organisms. Before obtaining the corresponding national policy upgrade, military factories need to spend tens of thousands of years to cultivate one unit of flesh and blood weapon that has undergone genetic adaptation and can survive independently in the outside world.
4. Weapons produced in military factories are all of the highest quality. If any problems arise, it's either due to errors in the design drawings or negligence on the part of the personnel transporting the weapons.
The four simple and easy-to-understand points are as follows: The first one is self-explanatory; it simply means that the more conventional the material, the more normal the production speed can be achieved using the large lathes in military factories.
The second point is quite interesting. If Yang Hao's use of gold to produce weapons results in two hundred times the extra time, then wouldn't it be possible to produce inferior weapons from wood or even mud in just a few minutes? Although these weapons are definitely not for his own people to use, wouldn't they be able to make a lot of money as movie props?
As for the third point... Yang Hao admitted that his blasphemous idea was too ahead of its time, so let it be.
The fourth point is good news: top-quality weapons—in other words, if he could obtain the blueprints for the Ursus Emperor's inner guard's equipment, the following scenario might unfold:
The equipment produced by the Ursus Emperor using the industries of several cities and the craftsmanship of hundreds of top artisans was still of lower quality than the equipment mass-produced by his Martian military factories. This was a blatant humiliation to outsiders; insults like "In our Dukedom of Koschche, the equipment of the Ursus Emperor's inner guard is inferior" were truly scathing.
"But it's better not to be so ostentatious. I'll just wait here and see what the first batch of ordinary weapons looks like."
Yang Hao stretched and found a comfortable chair in the Martian military factory. He settled in, dozing off as he recalled the wonderful events of the previous night...
.....
after an hour.
With a crisp "ding-ding-ding," Yang Hao was jolted awake from his sweet dream. He yawned loudly, stretched, rubbed his bloodshot eyes with his sleeve, and then jumped off the chair.
"Ha—a unit's weapon set has finally been produced!"
He looked excitedly at the lathe's conveyor belt. He had originally expected to see a complete set of armor, a complete set of weapons, and some wilderness survival tools that the soldiers could use.
But what he saw was a huge wooden box.
The smile on his face vanished. He stepped closer and seriously gestured to indicate the size of the wooden crate, realizing that if his guess was correct, the crate should be able to hold a full ten sets of armor, ten sets of weapons, and ten sets of survival tools.
"No way? [Elegant Mandarin profanity] You're serious?" Yang Hao was startled by his own guess. His rationality told him [this is impossible], but his intuition told him [just as you guessed].
He swallowed hard, and after looking around, he finally found a crowbar that he thought could be used to pry open the wooden box lid. He picked up the crowbar and inserted the end meant to pry open the box into the gap in the lid.
...
Yang Hao forcefully pried open the lid of the wooden box, and the contents were revealed once again.
Those were ten sets of standard Ursus regular army armor, gleaming coldly, and coated with grease for preservation.
Beneath the armor were ten sets of Ursus regular army weapons—ten Ursus-style military knives neatly placed in genuine leather sheaths, enough to fetch a good price.
Next to the ten sets of Ursus regular army weapons were ten sets of wilderness survival gear: waterproof matches, compasses, multi-tool kits, fishing lines, and even a 10-meter-long, sturdy rope.
"this..."
The equipment produced by this military factory, the so-called "one unit" of equipment, was not the "one person's share" of equipment that Yang Hao had imagined.
Instead, it's equipment for ten people.
Chapter 131
...
At 10:3 AM on April 4th.
Yang Hao and Kosichrie sat on their respective thrones, looking solemnly at the wooden crates being moved from the Martian military factory, and talking about something.
While they were talking, the craftsmen who had come from the army, though only a few kilometers away, were intently checking the quality of the equipment, while the blacksmiths who had come with them were checking whether the raw materials used to make the armor had been contaminated with impurities.
This wasn't the couple making a mountain out of a molehill; it was a serious matter that objectively had to be taken very seriously! This was a set of equipment for ten people that could be produced in just one hour, and that was something that the Martian military factory couldn't even produce at full capacity!
If the equipment it produces is truly of the highest quality in the world, then even a 7-year-old child would be able to see its value.
"So, the equipment produced by that factory wasn't actually a 'set' as we imagined, but rather 'a box' for ten people?" Kosiché sat on his throne, watching the craftsmen carefully examine the equipment. "...This is truly...a windfall. A factory that doesn't consume our territory's resources can produce the best quality weapons according to the design blueprints, and in large quantities...My husband, for a moment I really considered simply shutting down all the military factories in our territory and converting them into civilian factories."
"But this will lead to countless problems. Don't forget, our equipment design blueprints still need continuous improvement from real-world designers. How about this, let's compare the pros and cons of a Martian military factory with a real-world military factory, and then we can make a comparison, okay?"
"I agree."
The couple began discussing the Martian military factory [Yang Hao seemed to have settled on this name], and the advantages and disadvantages of the four barely functioning military factories in the Duchy of Koschche. This didn't take them long, as the differences between the two were obvious.
First, the advantages of the Martian military factory:
It consumes neither resources nor manpower, and its equipment production speed is excellent. If there are no unforeseen circumstances, the quality of the equipment produced should also be top-notch.
It doesn't require skilled workers to perform replacement operations; it can produce anything with just blueprints. However, its drawback is also clear: without blueprints, it can only produce the most basic weapons at best, and that's it.
The advantages of the military factory in the Duchy of Kosiché in reality are also very clear.
Their skilled workers and designers are the treasures of the Duchy of Kosiché. Skilled workers need no introduction, but most importantly, only designers can create a new generation of weapons and armor, and the weapons designers of the Duchy of Kosiché almost all came from the ranks of workers in the military factories: only those who have actually made weapons understand that those fancy decorations are completely impractical.
Moreover, real-world military factories can provide jobs for unemployed workers during economic crises, improve social stability, and even, in a sense, spawn many new industries centered around them: such as food delivery, snacks, and service industries that cater to military factory workers.
The drawbacks are also quite obvious... Without orders, the military factory is practically bankrupt. Furthermore, the military factory consumes a vast amount of resources to produce weapons, and the quality of those weapons is rather mediocre, incomparable to the Martian military factory.
In summary, a Martian military factory, given blueprints, could produce higher quality and greater quantities of weapons without consuming resources. A real-world military factory, on the other hand, could train countless designers and skilled workers, while also providing jobs for unemployed workers during an economic crisis.
Now that the summary has been drawn, the couple has also reached their conclusion.
"While using the Martian military factory to produce high-quality weapons, let the real military factories produce medium-quality weapons so that designers can accumulate experience," Yang Hao whispered in Kosichev's ear.
“Then, the high-quality weapons will be equipped by our army, and the medium-quality weapons can be used to stimulate the commercial economy, distributed to the police, or used to support conspiracies in enemy cities.” Kosiché smiled grimly, understanding her husband’s thoughts. “The only problem is, where do we find buyers?”
"You don't want people who pose a threat to Ursus to buy weapons, do you?"
"of course."
"And what about those independent cities?"
"You mean?"
"It's the city I left at the beginning. It's now called United City, and it should be in Minos."
Koschei was unwilling to allow any nation that could threaten Ursus to possess Ursus weapons—not even the lowest quality ones. This was a kind of mental fastidiousness on her part; she would never do it unless required by a specific plan.
However, Yang Hao had a good choice of city name at this moment: United City.
Since his departure, the United City seemed to have broken through numerous blockades from other cities in Colombia, finally managing to escape Colombian territory and arrive in Minos, who were willing to temporarily take them in, to recuperate. However, that was only temporary. According to the observations of the [Puppet Stage], the United City would soon be wandering the wilderness again—after all, it did not belong to Minos, nor to any other country.
It is an independent city, and the size of the United Metropolis is not enough to threaten the Duchy of Kosichè and Ursus. Most importantly, Yang Hao has a weak claim to the city and could even try to retake it if necessary.
Of course, the more important reason was... he wanted to use this excuse to get the city to come so he could see how Jack and his wife were doing.
So, does Koschke know about Yang Hao's little scheme? Of course he does!
As Koschei said before, anyone who gets close to him can easily see that when he's thinking about something naughty, his eyes involuntarily widen and shrink, darting around. But will Koschei stop her husband from doing anything naughty? Well... of course not.
so...
“Then, I agree to that—who knows, that independent city might become Ursus's bridgehead for establishing and improving diplomatic relations.” She smiled and gently grasped her husband's left hand. “Next week I will personally send a messenger to contact the current leader of that city. Are you satisfied?”
"...Haha, you found out?"
"I told you, you can't hide anything from me."
She reached out and pinched Yang Hao's nose. Just then, the craftsmen and blacksmiths, having completed their inspection of the weapons, announced that they had the results.
......
[Event: High-quality weapons, and considerations for the United City.]
Duke Kosiché imported a batch of Xiliang weapons from Mars, but it was clear that such good stuff could only be used by his own people—but what to do with the medium-quality weapons that were taken out of the fleet? They could either be sent back to the furnace to be melted down into steel, or distributed to the police. Of course, the best way was to trade with other cities, "eliminating" these weapons while also getting a lot of gold in return.
As the husband of Duke Koschei, you naturally think of the city where your old friend Jack resides—ah, the United City, a city of workers and soldiers, not only a place that holds your bitter past but also a unique city on the continent of Terra. You intend to trade with the United City, and your wife has readily agreed. So, are you preparing gifts for your friends, and then gathering them for a night of beer and revelry? Just remember, don't let the maid or Duke Koschei see you that night! Otherwise, you'll be in for a world of trouble the next day.