The seven-pointed star scripture is the main scripture of the Seven Gods Church, divided into seven corresponding gospels based on the seven forms of the gods. The official version totals over 300,000 words, and when printed with illustrations, each copy is over a hundred pages long.
Normally, buying something made of parchment and copied and illustrated by hand would cost at least one golden dragon, and it's usually hard to find even at that price, requiring a custom order—no one has the energy or spare money to make a large batch and wait for buyers.
After the first seven-pointed star scripture printed and bound with plant fiber paper was completed, Tyrion took the sample to the church for promotion. With his status and eloquence, he successfully secured the first order—the church ordered a thousand copies at a price of thirty silver stags per copy, and also ordered ten thousand copies of brochures and illustrations with specific content provided by the church at a price of one silver stag per copy.
Adding in the small orders from merchants and various shops brought in by the salesmen Tyrion recruited... the factory hadn't even started operating, yet the tentative orders from numerous customers for the new product, which were already in hand, amounted to several hundred golden dragons. Intimidated by the Lannister name, some small customers even paid in advance.
The first set of printing plates was completed long ago. Tyrion saw that the situation was not bad... no, perhaps it should be said that the situation was excellent, and he had already decisively ordered the production of a second set of printing plates to begin.
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What was mentioned above was only the seven-pointed star scripture. The remaining calendars also had scattered orders worth dozens of golden dragons, and the preparation for novels and adult books had also begun in full swing... Unfortunately, it's easy to find people who can write books, but Aegon has yet to find talent with experience and aptitude in adult content.
He vaguely began to feel uneasy: if he really couldn't find anyone, he couldn't possibly do it himself, right? Writing something like OOXX is fine, he has experience, but illustrations... there are no cameras or computers in this world, all illustrations are drawn by hand!
It's too early to think about this now; when the cart reaches the mountain, there will surely be a road.
After discussion, the factory site was chosen outside the southwest The Wall of King's Landing, slightly upstream of the many ports on the Blackwater River, south of the tourney grounds.
There were many reasons for choosing this location: only outside the city The Walls would there be such a large, empty, and clean space; being near the river was convenient for drawing water, discharging waste, and utilizing water power; being close to Blackwater Harbor, the King's Landing gates, and roads met the requirements for convenient transportation; and the poor people living around the city The Walls were the best source of cheap labor. After several days of studying maps and conducting on-site inspections, Aegon and Tyrion finally found this empty area, originally a field, located a few miles outside the King's Gate, only a few hundred yards in a straight line from the road, and right next to the Blackwater River.
Logically, this location, not far from King's Landing and on the south bank of the Blackwater River, should have been quite sought after and already occupied. Fortunately, this is not the modern world full of shrewd speculators that Aegon came from. Not only is all the land around King's Landing King Robert's personal property, but there is also a very important factor affecting land prices: in this era, land without the protection of city The Walls does not retain its value.
You should know that in the original plot, even the place with the highest land price outside the King's Landing walls—the busy and lively King's Landing Blackwater Harbor outside the Mud Gate—when the War of the Five Kings occurred and Stannis attacked King's Landing from two directions with his sea and land forces, all the buildings there were ordered to be completely demolished by Tyrion, who organized the defense of King's Landing, leaving only a bare piece of land, to prevent them from becoming a springboard for the enemy to attack the city The Walls.
The place Aegon and Tyrion finally chose is to the west of the aforementioned prosperous area. The Blackwater "Bay" has become the Blackwater "River" here, with narrow banks and rapid currents, unsuitable for merchant ships to dock, and is considered worthless by merchants. After the original trees were cut down, it has been idle, privately occupied by a few nearby farmers who planted some vegetables and fruits.
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Arya absolutely loves her sword instructor... As a Father, Eddard's favorable impression of Aegon slightly increased under the influence of his daughter's affection; and as Hand of the King and Lord of the North, he was actually quite interested in Aegon's idea of developing the Night's Watch Industry in King's Landing. Thus, effortlessly, the Chief Logistics Officer obtained the right to use that large piece of land from the Hand of the King—as long as he compensated the farmers for the ruined crops, he didn't even have to pay rent to the Iron Throne.
Perfect.
After hiring the construction team and completing the planning, the Night's Watch's first stronghold in the South began construction in full swing.
On this day, Aegon and Tyrion finished inspecting the site together and returned to King's Landing.
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"Perhaps I should move here in the future. Not only is it spacious, but it doesn't smell."
"The place is good, but it's too far from the brothels."
"When the industrial area has more people, prostitutes will naturally follow. In the future, there will also be a brothel belonging to the Night's Watch assets here." Speaking of brothels, Aegon couldn't help but worry about his Dwarf friend. Because of him, Tyrion didn't meet Shae, but he was already quite old, and he didn't know if he would ever find true love in this life: "Of course, the prostitutes used by the workers definitely can't serve the noble Lord Lannister. Why don't you keep your own?"
"I like to change tastes from time to time." Tyrion didn't notice Aegon's joke, but instead said seriously: "I suggest you still live in the city. It might be convenient for you to move out, but what about your lovely little apprentice? She's the Hand of the King's daughter, how could she possibly travel ten miles every day to come here for your sword lessons? Having such a Stark child is very helpful to our cause. Even if you don't consider personal preference, you can't abandon her."
"Indeed." Aegon knew this without Tyrion reminding him. Arya's existence was incredibly helpful to him: "I was just saying. I will try to stay in the city."
"But you certainly reminded me." Tyrion quickly steered the conversation elsewhere: "Building factories is a business, and providing services for workers is also a business. In the future, we can find people to open canteens, various shops, brothels, casinos ourselves—right next to the factory. Then, during working hours, we can restrict workers from leaving, only allowing them to consume within the factory area. This way, we can completely pay higher wages. Anyway, a portion of the money the workers receive will still be spent back with us. Isn't this the stable capital chain you want!"
That's too fast, things haven't even started yet, how did the idea of the service industry pop up? Tyrion, are you the one who transmigrated? Aegon muttered inwardly, glancing at him sideways: "What a black-hearted boss, truly living up to the Little Imp title."
"I learned from you. I'm the Little Imp, you're the Big Devil!" The Dwarf made a rude gesture at him, retaliating mercilessly: "I just want money, but you're thinking of tricking people into going to the The Wall to fight Wildlings and kill White Walkers, taking lives!"
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It was originally a joke, but Aegon found that he couldn't joke back about this matter at all. The atmosphere suddenly froze: "Someone... someone has to do this."
"Yes, someone has to do this." Tyrion also immediately realized something was wrong. He often did this, not paying attention to the timing of his jokes. He quickly changed the subject: "At that time, the wages for this group of people must be high."
"Yes, they must be high." Aegon nodded. He was afraid of death and didn't want to face humanity's natural enemies himself, but he could give those who did face them honor and security.
The two tacitly avoided this topic and continued discussing other aspects: the matter of attracting investment also had a lead. A young noble living in King's Landing was persuaded, seeing potential in what Tyrion was doing, but unfortunately, he didn't have the final say in his family and couldn't decide on large sums of money, so he notified his elder to come to King's Landing—as soon as that Crownlands Earl arrives in King's Landing in two days to visit the workshop and products, the first investment will likely be secured.
Riding side by side, the two returned to King's Landing from the King's Gate, Around Visenya Hills, passed through Steel Street, and went past the Great Sept of Baelor. Aegon suddenly noticed a strange building.
Actually, he had seen it on his first day in King's Landing, but the smell of King's Landing and the unfamiliarity of being new completely overwhelmed all other sensations. However, as he became more familiar with King's Landing, the sense of incongruity of this building grew stronger: it was a grand building that looked like a large hotel, significantly taller than the surrounding buildings, but much smaller than the Great Sept he had just passed. Although it was located in the city center of King's Landing, it looked dilapidated, the main gate was closed with no people coming and going, and even some broken windows were not repaired.
"What is that building for?"
Tyrion looked up: "That? That's the Alchemists' Guild Hall."
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