After completing the commission, repaying the debt of gratitude, making another trip to Alchemy Street to terminate her alchemy workshop lease early, and giving her contact address to the three witches who rented workshops long-term, Jiang Han finally returned home. She comfortably changed into her pajamas and piled all her clothes to be washed in the laundry room.
The washing machine looked like some kind of alchemical instrument: an iron-and-steel globe-shaped exterior, with numerous exposed copper wires and brass fittings, as well as tightly meshed gears.
Six detergent tanks made of platinum and aluminum were connected to it by copper pipes.
Once opened, its interior revealed brushes, water-spraying devices, and air-injection spray guns!
In theory, this sort of washing machine could even be used to wash witches. As long as a sufficiently short witch was bundled up, fitted with an oxygen mask, and tossed inside, then the water temperature was adjusted to something the witch could endure and the detergent replaced with shampoo, body wash, essential oils, and so on, a witch could be cleaned in one go!
The bathing facilities aboard our country's small air force airships had been converted from washing machines. For that, the military paid a considerable patent fee to Yellow Raincoat Company, which held the washing machine patent.
But witches were often keen on using their ingenuity to get around patent rights. For instance, Jiang Han's washing machine had been manufactured by a machinery company called Xia Chunhai Mechanical Company. By extensively invoking its production principles, they had successfully transformed the washing machine into some sort of alchemical equipment, flawlessly stepping around the patent in both principle and overall design!
It was just that the production cost was 235% higher than that of an ordinary washing machine...
As a result, Xia Chunhai Mechanical Company only