My Players Are So Fierce

Chapter 2626 -876: Target Confirmed! Let’s Set Off a Grand Firework Show for the Wolf People (Part 2)

Chi Guo, Growth, Well-informed, and Baimu were very enthusiastic about distributing the chainmail they personally forged to everyone present, allowing them to use it for free in this battle. However, these four craftsmen, deeply passionate about armor forging, also had their own requests.

“These chainmails are samples we’ve crafted using modern techniques based on local craft. We brothers plan to launch a series of protective gear. We’d like you guys to use them well on the battlefield and, if possible, come up with specific improvement plans later.”

The tall Chi Guo, a Northeastern guy, was straightforward by nature. He raised a cup of tea as if it were alcohol and then made his request, to which the brothers around the table readily agreed.

They were about to bring their own weapons and armor into battle, and now they even had a war supplier. Why not take advantage of this opportunity?

However, the Broken Sword Master, who usually had a good rapport with the four-member armor forging team, curiously asked:

“Weren’t you guys building a workshop upstream of the Kaderman River to work on hydraulic forging? Why are you now focusing on chainmail? Wouldn’t it be better to make plate armor directly?”

“Of course, it’s excellent! Which mature and stable man doesn’t like cool plate armor?”

Chi Guo, with wide eyes, retorted:

“But our hydraulic forging design was rejected, and Loyal Brother’s weapon designer told us not to rush it. They promised a more reasonable blueprint, but the frontline pressure kept the arms factory too busy to spare time, so we’ve been waiting.

The four of us discussed it and realized that although plate armor is good, even if mass-produced to lower the price, not everyone can afford it. Instead, lighter handmade chainmail might have more of a market among the people…”

“I get it. You’re targeting the Jackalope market, right? No wonder the chainmail model is so peculiar.”

The sharp-eyed Shovel Brother instantly realized Chi Guo and the others’ intention. Stroking the chainmail in his hand, he said:

“All the protective gear orders from the People’s Army have been consumed by the Eleville Family. Competing with that long-established commercial family in this mature market is difficult, so you’re planning to take a different path. Hmm, good idea!

There will be countless wars in the Dark Mountain Range, where Wise Wolf’s Wolf People need armor and weapons. Even if our craftsmanship is not the best, it’s better than what they make themselves. All chainmail Wolf People will certainly be more formidable than those in leather armor…

Hey, speaking of which, I suddenly have an idea!”

This administrative player slapped the table and said to Chi Guo, Hundred Forging Big Horse, and Mao Brother:

“Instead of selling them one by one, why not do a package plan?

Combine your strong products to create a ‘Guardian of Creation Standard Armament’ set with Jackalope-style designs. Find ways to reduce costs, and we can negotiate with Wise Wolf to secure a supply contract for five or ten years!

This way, your factories can start smoothly, and Transylvania can have the first batch of standardized factories in production while earning some industrial subsidies from the administration.

However, Jackalope probably doesn’t have money, so they may pay with resources, and converting those to cash will be a big issue.”

“Converting to cash isn’t a problem!”

The Pink Kitty Bunny, who happened to be passing by, stopped suddenly and, cradling a black cat with an increasingly godfather-like demeanor, assured the group around the table, smiling:

“Hand over those resources to my logistics company. I’ll help you find buyers. There are plenty of wealthy white glove chalets in Nordtof. They will certainly offer a good price. I won’t charge a commission, but don’t forget our family’s logistics business in trade with Jackalope when the time comes.”

“Okay, okay! That’s settled.”

The table full of manufacturing players immediately got excited, feeling grateful for having connections. Such a big contract was settled with just a few words among brothers; ah, this is enjoying the version’s benefits.

These logistical players who usually couldn’t gather together found increasing camaraderie as they chatted. They ended up squeezing together at a big table with twenty or thirty people, casually chatting and even buying some snacks to munch on, quickly warming up the atmosphere.

This excitement also affected others in the cafeteria who were still dining, but as it wasn’t shift change time yet, there weren’t many soldiers, only a few staff members eating there.

At a corner table sat three people, watching the players noisily from a distance, looking intrigued.

“They’re definitely up to some mischief again.”

Miss Ambo, sipping a drink with an eye patch, complained to Old Norman and Old Porter beside her:

“The longer you hang around these guys, the more you’ll realize the incredibly strange yet interesting souls hiding beneath their seemingly proper exteriors. We don’t encounter optimistic and witty people like this often, probably because our world hasn’t reached the heights theirs has.

But I’ve learned not to envy them.

After all, you can’t envy these things. They have their concerns, which, though hard for us to understand, are real.

Even in a resource-rich paradise, not everyone gets to live as they want. Compared to us, who must work hard to live, their endless pursuit of dreams and the pain of unrealized aspirations isn’t any less than ours.”

“But at least they don’t have to worry about surviving.”