"Mr. Scott, from today onward, the Welt Metal Processing Factory should be called the Scott Metal Processing Factory."
"Here's to a pleasant partnership."
In a good mood, Lorne took the contract from the lawyer and quickly scanned it. Once he confirmed there were no legal traps, he readily signed "James Scott" at the bottom.
Four thousand pounds! A raw-material processing factory considerably larger than his own firearms factory had cost only four thousand pounds! That was less than thirty percent of its normal market price. It was practically free.
Queen Mystic had transferred the money remarkably quickly. Less than two days after Lorne sent her the translated pages of Roselle's Diary by messenger, the enormous sum of a hundred thousand pounds from selling the formulas had safely reached his account. Her efficiency had genuinely stunned him.
He could not help marveling inwardly at just how fabulously wealthy Queen Mystic was.
If this were before, I might really have offered her the method for deciphering Roselle's Diary in exchange for becoming my sugar mommy-
-Lorne joked to himself.
Over the past few days, he had used the money to resolve his factory's raw-material shortage. At the same time, he had seized the perfect opportunity presented by the financial crisis, which had forced large numbers of factory owners into bankruptcy and liquidation and sent asset prices crashing to rock bottom, to embark on a bargain-buying spree.
Besides the Welt Processing Factory, he had successively acquired a precision processing factory specializing in firearm components, a small smithy with decent forging capabilities, and even the nearly bankrupt timber processing factory next door to his firearms factory. He planned to convert the last of these into a supporting workshop dedicated to producing stocks and handguards.
He had even spent a substantial sum acquiring most of