Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1707: I Want to Take Down Chief Han! (2)

Chapter 1707 - 1707: I Want to Take Down Chief Han! (2)

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Reject the arrangement of a divine-level refiner and an alliance Elder?

Would he dare?

Looking up and seeing the smile on Han Muye’s face, he shuddered.

That’s not right, I’m a sage-level refining master, and the other party is a level-seven…

Why should I be afraid of him!

Unfortunately for the aristocratic families in PaG.o.da City, they didn’t hear any news of Sun Bing destroying the He family.

On the contrary, it was said that Sun Bing, a senior figure, the strongest in Maple Forest City, seemed to have applied to work at the He family’s workshop as the head of the workshop guards.

At the last minute.

This news was brought back by two young members of aristocratic families who worked in the He family’s workshop.

By the evening, the newly formed workshop guard team had already begun operations, checking everyone entering and leaving the workshop.

All those who observed the patent applications in the workshop today were required to pledge their souls not to disclose anything they saw today.

Even without the severe punishment of the soul oath, those in the workshop wouldn’t reveal any information about the observation to the outside world.

After the divine-level refiner Han Chu left, Han Muye did not hide his deal with the alliance.

Tan Yuan and the four witnesses had already agreed to come to PaG.o.da City to work for the workshop.

They stood in    with everyone and watched as Han Muye raised the small Microscopic Eye in his hand.

Forging 100 million Microscopic Eyes a year required all 12 workshops here needed to be fully operational.

Based on the number of craftsmen making 10 Microscopic Eyes a day, at least

30,000 were needed here.

As for refiners, at least a few thousand of them were required. Even if all the refiners in PaG.o.da City came, it would not be enough.

“How much do you think this Microscopic Eye is worth?” Holding the Microscopic Eye in his hand, Han Muye glanced at everyone.

How much?

Everyone looked at each other.

No one dared to say anything.

“Chief Han, it shouldn’t be difficult to observe you refining the Microscopic

Eye, and the materials shouldn’t be expensive,” said Yu Changdao, standing in the front. He continued softly, “The cost shouldn’t be more than three origin coins. ”

If the cost isn’t more than three origin coins, then is the selling price four or five origin coins?

How much profit could be made from 100 million?

Everyone’s eyes gleamed.

No wonder even divine-level refining masters in the Alliance had to curry favor. Once this workshop opened, it was estimated that it would earn a million origin coins in profit a day!

“Based on large-scale output of the workshop, costs can still be reduced by half,” Tan Yuan said with a hint of a smile.

Since some things couldn’t be resisted, one might as well lie back and enjoy them.

After realizing that he had to submit to the tyranny of a level seven refiner, Tan Yuan, the sage-level refiner, quickly a.s.sumed his role.

This workshop called the Jujin Trading Company was half the master of the refiners in charge.

With costs reduced by half, the workshop’s net profit would double if the selling price remained unchanged!

“As long as this Microscopic Eye can be sold for three origin coins, there will be at least 100 million origin coins in profit every year,” Ma Mingyuan, standing beside Yu Changdao, said with a sigh.

100 million origin coins a year, 10 years, 100 years. This workshop was an endless source of origin coins!

In the workshop  sighs could be heard.

100 million in pure profit, with 30% going to them, even a level one or two refiner could make at least tens of thousands of origin coins.

Everyone decided to work in the workshop for the next hundred or thousand years.

Throughout PaG.o.da City and the surrounding cities, no one could offer such generous rewards.

In the current PaG.o.da City, a level-one refiner could earn at most 3,000 origin coins a year.

Low-level refining masters really didn’t earn much.

Only experts above level four could earn about 30,000 origin coins a year.

The workshop offered 100,000 origin coins a year to a level-four armor master or puppet master. This was an unprecedented high price.

“Earn 100 million origin coins a year?” Chen Mao, who had been silent all this while, raised his head slightly. Then he shook his head and said, “You guys haven’t considered that this is the latest patent. The pricing definitely won’t be that low.”

He looked at Han Muye and stretched out a finger confidently. “I’m guessing that you’ll price one Microscopic Eye at least 10 origin coins!”

10 origin coins per piece!

How much could that earn?

For a city like PaG.o.da City, this was simply an astronomical figure.

Tan Yuan and the others were immensely surprised.

Right!

They forgot, this was a patent!

Patents could not be measured by the price of ordinary items.

Everyone looked at Han Muye.

They were afraid that he would shake his head.

But what they were afraid of came true.

Han Muye shook his head.

The price is not 10 origin coins?

Then it should be at least eight or nine origin coins, right?

Holding the Microscopic Eye in his hand, Han Muye did not beat around the bush anymore and said calmly, “One Microscopic Eye for 3,000 origin coins.”

3?

3,000?

Origin coins?

the workshop  fell into a daze.

The transformed Tan Yuan and the four ninth-level refiners almost lost their balance and dissipated.

What’s happening?

3,000 origin coins?

Just this Microscopic Eye?

You’re kidding, right?

“You see, I knew they’d have this expression,” the voice of the Golden Bird sounded in Han Muye’s ear.

“These are just b.u.mpkins who don’t understand the value of rarity,” Chaos also chimed in.

“But, this guy’s price is really ruthless. At that moment, I saw you all were scared,” the voice of the Five Elements Furnace came.

“It seems like you weren’t scared,” both the Golden Bird and Chaos spoke simultaneously.

Han Muye looked at everyone and said again, “3,000 origin coins for a Microscopic Eye, with an annual limit of 100 million pieces..”