Odd Coin Ayr had wanted to ask whether, aside from himself, anyone else in the Graycastle Empire had also decided to make large-scale purchases.
But on second thought, there was no point in asking. So what if there were? As long as he made his operation big enough, he had nothing to fear!
Perhaps in the future, he might even get the chance to swallow up these "peers." As for commercial competition, he had plenty of methods—and underhanded tactics were no problem either.
In a sense, he was an imperial merchant. Much of the profit he earned would be handed over to the imperial family. With that being the case, what was there to fear?
"Mr. Rost, if you were in my position, how large a factory would you build?"
Odd Coin Ayr carefully read through the introductions for the various products. His mind was left with only one word: shock. This output, this efficiency—it was truly terrifying!
Even if every member of the Continental Tailors' Association were tied up and thrown into a single factory, they probably still would not match the output of an assembly line made up of this series of Magitech Machinery!
Even he, who considered himself to possess considerable business talent, was somewhat dazed at this moment. He had no idea what scale of industry he should establish!
"What's your budget?" Viscount Rost was not surprised by this at all. Many nobles who had traded with them in the past had asked similar questions.
"No upper limit. I have fairly good connections. The nobles around the Graycastle Empire, even the royal family, can all invest."
Odd Coin Ayr had no intention of concealing anything. "However much investment you can pull in within the Dawn Kingdom, I can pull in just as much in the Graycastle