There are too many people who die, even slaves, Hong Tao cannot stand it. If this continues, the slaves should rebel. ?〔? When they have food and drink, they can still work steadily, but you let others be on the verge of death at all times. Why should they listen to you? What if they don’t listen? At most, they will die. It is obviously not suitable to place the phosphorus-making workshop in Jinhewan. Not only the slaves and the board of directors are not very happy, but even Hong Tao himself is not happy. He is afraid that one day the white phosphorus vapor will float to the north bank of the river, and no one can escape.

What to do? Hong Tao is worthy of being Hong's skin. His eyes rolled, and his bad idea came out. He couldn't bear to harm these unlucky slaves, but the Mamluks didn't have any sympathy for the slaves. Hundreds of people died a day were drizzling for them. They lie next to the corpse and they still ate and sleep. So, this workshop was put in Malacca Port, and it was in vain. Hong Tao felt that as long as it was not dead in front of him, it would have nothing to do with him.

He also gave Mamluk a bad idea, asking him not to use the slaves who had been tamed to do this job, and to go to Jawa Island to catch the Java people and provide him with warship escort. Every time he caught hundreds of people, he would catch them when they died. Hong Tao's suggestion was praised by Mamluk leaders. Based on the principle of fairness, the price of selling each kilogram of red phosphorus to Hong Tao was reduced a lot, because the dead people had nothing to do with the Mamluk people, and they didn't have to be included in the cost.

However, Hong Tao also made it clear to the Mamluk leader that the amount of red phosphorus produced by Malacca Port, Jinhewan will be purchased as much as one or two gram. If one gram is allowed to flow out, it will be equivalent to the Mamluks and Jinhewan who will actively declare war. By then, the ones that will come will not be cargo ships filled with food and weapons, but warships equipped with cannons. Either you die or I live, there will be no second way.

With a fixed source of red phosphorus, making matches is a labor-intensive industry. There is no technology at all. You can find a group of women, elderly people, and children. Red phosphorus, sulfur, shell powder, bone glue, and cetacean are not poisonous. Just pay attention to fire prevention, and the cost is very low.

There is no need to mention the sales. According to Hong Tao's plan, after the matches are produced, they must be divided into at least three levels. High-end ones must be made of the best fir, and bleached with alkali water, and then carved carefully. Let each match stick be as delicate as a work of art. Draw pictures of flowers, birds, fish, insects, landscapes, figures and other paintings on the matchbox made of whale skin. Be sure to hire a good craftsman to draw it. Don't be afraid of the high wages, but you are afraid that you can't draw it well.

Such matches are specially used for those high-ranking officials. Don’t talk about money. First, talk about taste. When the taste comes, people will not be expensive. The remaining two are for ordinary wealthy families and ordinary people, and their requirements are much lower. Tidy, convenient and practical are the key points. What is wood and taste, put aside first, reduce the cost and price, rely on shipments and market share. For daily necessities like this, don’t count on how high the unit price. As long as the market is occupied, the profits are still terrifying, and they are not visible. Who can think about how much money a match sells?

"Everyone, this thing is not that I don't want to sell it, but that I can't buy it randomly. Why? Because it is too important. It is a country's important weapon. Once it is acquired by a traitor, it will cause immeasurable losses to the Song Dynasty. So, Brother Luo and I discussed it. This thing will be collectively invested and built by our Strait Company to build a factory and then sold it in a unified manner. After making a profit, it will be distributed according to the company's shares. I wonder what you think?" After the perfume, soap, stove, and matches were auctioned, the shareholders who did not take the goods were very disappointed and asked Chairman Hong to come up with some more dry goods, which would not satisfy his cravings. Hong Tao was also expected by everyone, and took out a leather pocket from the box. He did not say what it was, but a vernacular importance, as if this thing was so precious.［(?

"Chairman Hong, should we just let us first see what this is and then make a decision!" The board of directors of the Strait Company is like the board of directors of Jinhewan. Every time they hold a meeting, Hong Tao encourages everyone to be bolder and say whatever they want, and don't be afraid that they will settle the score later. Although these marches will not be as brave as the directors of Jinhewan for the time being and dare to refute Hong Tao's proposal, over time, there are still some people who dare to say a few words.

"Of course, whether to run a factory or not, I don't have to pay dividends. In the end, everyone has to vote. I'm the leader, and you guys will take the initiative. Now I'll show you how powerful it is. Everyone, you are interested." Hong Tao thinks the shareholders' words make sense. You have to show them whether they are good or bad. Hong Tao is not annoyed in this job. He is born with a talent for fooling people. When he whispers to the side, several children from the navigation school immediately ran over with various instruments. Luo Youde's unlucky son Luo Meizhou was the first. He was carrying a large basin full of gravels. He was tired and sweaty, but he still raised his chest and raised his head, for fear of being embarrassed in front of his father.

"Brother Hong, you really care about America." Luo Youde felt distressed when he looked at Luo Meizhou's virtue, but he was not easy to intervene, so he could only talk sarcastic words to Hong Tao.

"If his body doesn't move much, he will grow into a meatball! Lao Luo, tell me honestly, I won't go outside and talk nonsense, is he your biological child?" Hong Tao was even more afraid of anyone and threw the words away in an instant.

"" Luo Youde immediately lost his words, looked elsewhere, pretending not to hear what Hong Tao said.

"Everyone, please follow me!" What was Hong Tao's bag filled with gray-white soil! On the school playground, the chairman personally stacked his arms and rolled up his sleeves and took a few children, playing peeing and mud in front of dozens of maritime merchants. He first used water to mix the pile of soil into a pile of mud, and then used this pile of mud to build the gravel in Luo Meizhou basin into a pile of stones and ignored it. He took everyone to the school cafeteria for lunch, and asked them to chat with their children and talk. As for what his last product was, it was not to mention it, which would make everyone's appetite.

Who has the strength? There is a hammer here to break the pile of stones and then you will know what the product is!" It was not until noon the next day that Hong Tao brought the merchants to the playground again, pointing at the pile of stones built yesterday, and was about to tear it down again.

"Ding Ding Dangdang" maritime merchants are not the only ones who are powerless. At that moment, a few people took turns to go up with hammers. After sacking their strength for a long time, they finally smashed the stones and scattered them into a pile.

"Chairman Hong, I invest in the shares! Can I invest in a few more shares? If you don't understand, don't force them." The marshals were neat and had not yet hit the pile of gravels, and they already understood what Hong Tao's last product was. They all came to him to slander, intending to put aside the marshals who had not understood it, so that the future profits could be reduced by a few people.

"Oh, that's not true, Chairman Hong said, this is a national weapon, and everyone must do it together! Chairman, please give me a clue. What exactly is there here? I searched for a long time and it was all stones!" Some maritime merchants were not stupid, but asked Hong Tao to take it to the pit. They only thought about what was in the stones, but they didn't expect to go to other places for a while.

"Hehe, don't worry, I always count my words, and do it together. Everyone, these stones are broken stones on the island, and nothing new. But if you see them, I only took a day to stick them together. It took me some effort to chisel them out with a sledgehammer. The key here is my bag of soil! If more soil is used and larger, the stones are built, will you still chisel? Let me tell you the truth. If you use this kind of soil to build a house with more than ten meters high without falling. If you build a city wall, iron will it be a wall? Let me tell you the truth.

Even if the hammer is chiseled, it can also be built. As long as there are enough people and enough stones and bricks, a city can be built in a month. If the borders of the Song Dynasty are like this, it will be extremely difficult to break the city, whether it is the Jin Dynasty or Mongolia, it will be extremely difficult to break the city at will. Is this a good weapon worthy of the country? "When I can show off, Hong Tao will never let it go. As long as he thinks, matches can become the gospel of the people of the world. Cement, which is of wide use, is simply omnipotent when he describes it.

"Don't step on it! Mine is mine." If Hong Tao faced someone like Wen Nan, he would be praised at this time, and his admiration would be shot from all directions, and he was overwhelmed with it. Wen Nan is now this kind of virtue. Unfortunately, there are a group of merchants here and there. They don't care whether you value or not. The first one to react, ran over to pick up the cement blocks in the pile of gravels and rushed over immediately. He couldn't care about any silk clothes, and he slapped into his arms on the ground. Several of them even had to take action.
Chapter completed!