You've only been at this factory for a few hours now, but you suspect this is the last forge of the real, heavy duty wartime steels. So you decide to play a game with the elf. The elves can't forge worth a damn, you're against the wall already as is, so it is time to profit.
"You are well aware, we just now are firing up the furnaces for a run of the kind of steel you require. I can't sell you the barrels now, but I can sell you the steel, and then later these slabs can be forged into your barrels. How many are you talking about?"The elf fidgets slightly, and pulls out a dainty briefcase ("Purse"). He takes a few pieces of paper from it, shuffles them back and forth, and says
"We need twenty six."
You were around for wartime production... this goes far beyond that. The largest battleship on the planet has no more than nine of these, and the last battleship was made 30 years ago. What are the elves planning for?
You take out a fine pen from your desk, and a piece of paper from your ledger to do some quick calculations. You hope you remember this correctly.
"You do realize that is going to be roughly a hundred tons of the highest grade steel... It's going to take a while just to get the raw materials together!"
"I understand. Can you do it?"
You take a quick peek at the balance sheet, and visibly frown. Again, you a few quick calculations and it's obvious, you do not have enough money in the bank to even think about this big of a job.
"It's going to take a hundred thousand Urist to get the raw materials from the mines, and at least a week. Plus, adamantium is pretty damn scare these days. We're going to need a ton of that. You have it? "Adamantium was pretty much all lost during the great wars. Much of it was strewn about the planet, a small bit here, a small bit there. Nobody had much of it anymore, and there might be only a few tons left in bar form. Even if you contact the Dwarven Council, between a dozen clans and nation-states it may be impossible to get a ton of admantium. And it would definitely cost over a hundred thousand.
"Suppose I can get it. How much per barrel?" The elf has started to do his own calculations, and has started to go through an elkbird leather binder , searching for some bits of data.
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$25000 each, payable as we get done with them. Now, if you'll excuse me, I will have my secretary type you something up formal to take back to the treehouse. If you find the adamantium, then come get me. "
The elf finds a satisfying figure in his binder and taps a page with his finger and gets an excited smile. "We have the adamantium... "
"Excuse me a minute. I need to get this agreement typed up."You step in the elevator and press G for the ground floor. This is an obscene amount of money the elves are offering. Just telling the Dwarven Council that there's a ton of adamantium somewhere would likely start a war. But... if you got it in house.. you may be able to sell it to the Council for easily a couple hundred thousand.
The door of the elevators opens. You need to finalize the deal, or reject the deal and report to the Council.
Week 1 :
Income (est) : 20T of C.Steel to A. Guild ,50% disc +$10,000
Wages : $20,000
Operating Expenses : $50,000
Total : -$60,000
Cash on hand : $20,000
Estimated Cash, end-of-week : -$40,000
(The accountant has written on the bottom of the balance statement :"I'm resigning on Wednesday")
Production Hall B(Smelting) Production started. 3 of 20 tons complete.
Auroch the Ogre - Smelting Foreman - He seems to be in moderate spirits
-Pig Tail Cloth Suit- (worn)
Pig Leather Shoes(foreign)(worn)
-Briefcase- (carried)
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Topic: Titans of Dwarven Industry! (Updated 5/24) (Read 22026 times)