Chapter 292 – I’ll Suck the Side
The winning formula in the market is simple.
If goods of good ‘quality’ are supplied in ‘large quantities’ at ‘cheap prices’, the war in the market will surely win.
It’s easy to say, but in normal cases, these three principles become too difficult to keep due to various adult circumstances. However, if you talk in reverse, it is a story that is so simple and clear that you can never lose if you follow the three principles.
Low prices could be maintained by reducing labor costs and supplying inexpensive raw materials.
In the first place, the labor force that makes the fabric in the factory is all slaves. Since the slaves do not need a salary, they only need to provide food for them to eat and roll it, and the raw material, thread, is pulled from the spiders.
Since the spider queen gives birth to any number of spiders, there is no problem as long as they are supplied with food, just like the slaves.
Bulk supply?
They brought in a lot of slaves, so that’s no problem. As money grows, all you have to do is use that money to buy more weaving machines. Supply can meet demand.
Two of the three principles can be achieved all too easily with beings called “Slaves.”
If you look at it like this, how reliable are the slaves that support the foundation of the economic market! Lincoln! You are wrong!
What remains then is quality.
But there was nothing to worry about either.
No, rather, I was confident in the quality.
The fabric made by Thermia was a fabric of excellent quality that was in no way inferior to that of the modern Earth where I lived.
Of course, Thermia’s excellent skills would have an impact, but if the raw materials were of poor quality, such a result would never come out.
Spider thread is a good raw material. If you use it, you can make good quality things.
I judged that.
However, the fabric brought from the factory is much inferior to the fabric made by Thermia. The composition of the yarn forming the surface is not dense. No, to be exact, some are dense and some are sloppy. Not stable
I used good materials at best, but it’s difficult to have such a result.
So, what is the reason for this result? If you use good quality raw materials and the result is like this, what is the cause?
“Is it a matter of the slaves’ proficiency?”
“Hmm… I think I’ve taught enough. If you just follow what I’ve taught you, there’s no way you’ll end up with something this lousy…”
Thermia shook her head, not knowing why.
Yes, in the first place, Thermia is a professional with 20 years of experience in weaving. If there was a problem, she would have noticed it long before this came out.
If you ask them here, you won’t know the cause.
That’s why, as soon as morning came, she led her immature body along with the other women to the factory.
“Are you here!”
“Yes, a lot of work.”
The members of the organization guarding the factory bowed their heads and greeted them.
After answering them adequately, I followed Thermia into the factory.
Fabrics that appear to have been made in one day are piled up in one corner. They are sloppy, inconsistent and poor fabrics, just like the part Thermia brought yesterday.
How can you waste precious raw materials like this? What a waste.
“Hmm…”
The first thing that caught my eye was the slaves sitting at the weaving machine and weaving with wide eyes.
All of them are doing the same repetitive work with eyes that look like rotten dynamics.
And some members of the organization are wandering between the weaving machines.
Slaves at work and guards watching over them.
Looking at this alone, there seems to be nothing wrong with this plant.
The weaving machine made of wood, which the slaves are working on, is just a repetition of simple labor that only needs to be repeated.
Contrary to my concerns, it doesn’t seem to be a matter of the slaves’ proficiency.
Then why the hell does the quality of the fabric mean the shape?
“This bastard!”
“Ah!”
I could see one of the organizers shouting and slapping the back of the slave’s head.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Ah, yes. The slave here was dozing, so I beat him to wake up.”
“…”
In the first place, slaves are not treated as human beings of the same class, so the attitude of the members of the organization is very natural.
However, the atmosphere of the slaves is strangely disturbing. It is like a flower that has cooled down and is about to die.
“Hmm… Slaves here, don’t you think they’re too sluggish?”
Aside from energy, all the slaves looked as if they were going to die right now.
“Ahhhhh…”
A nearby slave opens her mouth and yawns loudly. It was said that there were people who drowsy over there, and there were people who yawned.
“Slaves here, how many hours a day do you work?”
Germi blinked at my question.
“Huh? I’m making them 18 hours each.”
“18 hours?!”
“What are you so surprised about? If you want to maximize the labor force, you have to do that much.”
I was honestly surprised. It is a story that if you work 18 hours a day, you will not be fed properly and you will not be able to sleep properly.
In this world, the structure of the bathroom is strangely modern, and it reveals that it is a medieval world only in terms of labor laws.
Seeing Germi’s attitude that it was natural for slaves to be treated so harshly, I realized that my basic perception was so different from mine.
No matter how bad I pretend to be, in the end I am a human being who has lived in a society where human rights are guaranteed.
This… Real madness!
“So you mean the factory doesn’t work for the other six hours the slaves sleep?”
“That’s right.”
Inefficient. Rolling like this is so inefficient!
No matter how simple the work is, the difference between the skilled and the unskilled still exists.
If there are more veteran slaves who are used to the work, the production volume and quality will increase further.
It wouldn’t be strange if, like now, if you squeeze the slaves, there will be guys who die from overwork.
Mistreatment of slaves is like cutting open the goose that lays the golden eggs.
I need to roll these guys longer and suck the marrow from their bones.
“Let’s change the way we operate.”
“How to operate? How?”
“The slaves work 12 hours a day in two shifts, morning and afternoon.”
“What? You mean split the team into two that work 12 hours a day?”
Germi tilts his head and asks if what he understood is correct.
“That way, the slaves get 12 hours of rest a day. In addition, the number doubles, but isn’t it just costing these guys more?”
Germi tilts her head as if she can’t understand my opinion.
Bosses and bourgeois always feel a physiological repulsion to improve the treatment of the proletariat.
When it was first announced that the 5-day work week would be implemented, many companies cried out that they would go bankrupt, but there were no major problems. No, rather, productivity has increased.
Increased rest time does not reduce production. Conversely, increasing working hours does not increase productivity.
Work and life balance. In short, work-life balance. It is so important.
Even if slaves are not treated as human beings, they are fundamentally human beings. People can work only when they have enough rest. Proper rest, proper eating. That is the key to increasing the labor force of slaves.
“No, think Germi.”
“Which one?”
“If we set it to 2 shifts of 12 hours, wouldn’t it happen that the factory rests for 6 hours a day like now?”
“Hmm… Right now, right?”
“The factory can operate 24 hours a day without a break. Besides, look at the guys who are working now, because they work in drowsiness, the quality of the resulting fabric is messed up. We have to pull out something of a certain quality.”
“Huh…”
“If you don’t sleep well and don’t eat properly like now, there will be guys who will die of overwork soon. Then you have to teach the job again. There should be more guys who are skilled in their work. Give these guys proper rest and proper food. Then the production volume and quality will go up.”
“Is it… ?”
Germi has a puzzled expression. It seems as if that would be the solution.
“When have you ever been hurt by listening to me?”
“That… That’s right…”
I looked away from Germi, who reluctantly nodded in agreement, and looked at the slaves working the weaving machinery.
Right now I’m working with wide eyes and yawning, but sooner or later I’ll let you spit out the best quality fabric with both eyes wide open.
Hehe, these bastards, I’ll suck you all the way down to the marrow. Neither dying from overwork nor deteriorating quality through drowsiness is unacceptable.
Sleep soundly, eat your fill, and just work until you die of old age.
