I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Okay." Ivan was also shocked by the huge alchemy furnace and followed Charlotte's footsteps.

Charlotte began to explain to Ivan: "This is the medicine warehouse. The materials used to make potions are all piled up here after they are purchased. The first workstation after leaving the warehouse is Kerry's. His job is to process all the materials according to my requirements, such as grinding this piece of coral into powder. In the workshop, he only does this one thing."

Once the materials are processed, an employee will deliver them to the alchemy furnace. The alchemist simply needs to put the materials into the furnace according to the proportions to refine them.

Jacob was in charge of tending the fire, and with his extensive experience, he controlled the fire at a certain temperature, thus maximizing the stability of the potion refining process.

Nora was in charge of filling and boxing the medicine. After the boxing was completed, the laborers would move the medicine into the warehouse.

This is a complete pharmaceutical workshop production line.

"In other words, the pharmacist's originally complicated work has been divided into several small steps, which are completed by different workers." Ivan's eyes were full of shock. He had never thought that potions could be made in this way.

Charlotte smiled and nodded, saying, "That's right. Clothing can be made in this way, and it can be divided into more detailed steps, increasing the number of processes and reducing the difficulty for workers to learn, thereby ensuring the completion of each step."

For example, in cutting, the sleeves, collar, and main fabric can be separated and assigned to different employees. The same principle applies to sewing; the sleeves, collar, and hem can be assigned to different workers.

Each garment passes through the hands of six or seven workers, each completing a portion, until a finished garment is produced. It is then handed over to specialized inspectors for careful examination. Only after confirming there are no quality issues is it packaged and shipped out.

"This..." Ivan wanted to object. How could a garment be completed by multiple people? This completely contradicted his decades of tailoring experience. He would never take over a garment that someone else had only finished making.

But upon closer reflection, according to Charlotte's words, and considering the potion workshop before them, it seemed that he was the one who was wrong.

It's difficult to teach a tailor to take measurements, but if you draw a pattern and teach someone how to cut a suitable collar, you can teach any woman on the street in three days.

The same principle applies to the other steps. A worker who repeatedly sews sleeves every day can become very skilled at it if given some time.

Although she may not become a tailor, she can definitely grow into a decent Frankenstein's monster.

Setting aside the pride of being an independent tailor, Charlotte's plan was highly feasible.

A group of skilled female workers can be trained in a short period of time, which greatly improves garment production efficiency. If the supply of fabric is stable, the factory is large enough, and there are enough employees, the output is unimaginable!

Ivan hesitated, "But if that's the case, we'd have to mass-produce the same style of clothing, right? The market in the Abyss is only so big right now. The maximum number of pieces of the same style of clothing that can be sold is about fifty. There aren't actually that many people who would spend nearly a thousand copper coins to buy clothes. Most of them would choose to have their clothes tailored to their measurements, and they would also consider the problem of wearing the same clothes as someone else."

Charlotte smiled and said, "If we open a clothing factory, then our target audience will not be limited to the Abyss. Calva, the Imperial Capital, and even the Elf City—those vast and wealthy markets are our targets."

  

Furthermore, don't underestimate a worker's learning ability. Mastering the cutting method for a new collar style isn't difficult, even when it's just cutting collars. There's no reason to replace a whole batch of workers for every garment produced.

Ivan's eyes widened. What Charlotte was describing was something he had never dared to imagine.

The abyss alone made him feel his own insignificance, while Charlotte saw and anticipated a much wider market outside.

But... it is indeed very attractive.

Ivan felt his heart begin to beat faster, and a flame rose from the bottom of his heart.

"What do you think we should do next?" Ivan asked.

He doesn't have much extra money besides his tailoring skills. Although his ready-made clothes have been selling well lately, the profit is not high, earning only one or two hundred copper coins per piece.

As for acquiring a piece of land to build a factory, setting up various equipment, recruiting employees, and establishing an assembly line, this is clearly far beyond his capabilities and falls into the realm of wishful thinking.

Charlotte looked at him and said, "Like I told you before, I'll handle the land, factory, funding, and employee recruitment. You'll be responsible for the technology, including clothing design, assembly line division of labor, sizing, and employee training. We can discuss the specific shareholding method after we've identified the investors. If you trust my character, I can guarantee you won't suffer any losses."

Ivan quickly replied, "I naturally trust your character. Besides, the investment cost of this garment factory must be quite high. I only have a little bit of technical expertise, so I can just take a small share."

"You are our core competitive advantage. If it weren't for you, I definitely wouldn't have taken the lead in doing this," Charlotte said with a smile. "I can guarantee that your shares will be over 20%. I'll tell you the exact percentage after I've secured the investment."

"Okay, I'll do as you say." Ivan nodded.

A 20% stake is quite a lot. According to Charlotte, this clothing factory must be quite large, perhaps requiring an investment of several million copper coins, while he is only contributing his share.

After confirming the cooperation with Ivan, Charlotte asked Kerry to take him back to the tailor shop. He still needed to go back to make clothes for Lina and the others. Kerry would help pick them up before taking Abu to the blacksmith shop early the next morning, so that they could wear their new uniforms tomorrow.

After seeing Ivan out and the initial excitement of the visit wore off, Myron and Amirlo were squatting by the stove, learning from Jacob how to make the fire burn brightly and steadily.

The fire at noon today proved difficult for them; it would go out one minute and then burn too brightly the next, much to Ino's annoyance.

Jacob shared his knowledge generously, launching into a teaching mode. He explained everything from how to start a fire to how to choose firewood and when to add it, making the simple task of starting a fire seem sophisticated.

Lina was playing with Jacob's son, Carl, throwing pebbles nearby. A handful of small stones flew through her hands, leaving the boy in awe, occasionally letting out a gasp of amazement, his eyes filled with admiration as he looked at Lina.

No wonder he has younger siblings; he has the kids completely under his thumb.

Only Ino remained by the alchemy furnace, curiously examining the mysterious runes on it. Seeing Charlotte bring over a cartload of powdered materials, she asked, "Teacher, are these two alchemy furnaces replicas of the black one in your alchemy room?"

"You've observed very carefully. It is indeed a scaled-up replica." Charlotte nodded with a smile. This girl has good observation skills, and she seems quite interested in potion making.

"What do these runes mean? They look very mysterious," Ino asked again.

"Half of the runes on this are just randomly carved. If you're curious, go back and study the one in the alchemy room. Don't bother studying this one." Charlotte glanced at the runes on the large alchemy furnace. They were just randomly carved on by Guy and the others. He didn't give them the original black furnace, so there was no question of replicating the runes.

"Ah, okay." Ino nodded, turning her gaze away as she watched Charlotte carrying materials onto the platform, and asked with some anticipation, "So, are you preparing to concoct a potion now?"

"That's right, the stock is almost gone. I need to refine some potions this afternoon, otherwise the clinic will run out of supplies tomorrow." Charlotte nodded.

Vivian has been incredibly busy these past three days. After finishing her patient consultations, she's practically bedridden, with no energy left to come to the apothecary workshop to concoct potions.

He even suspected that she had been skipping Adolf's classes.

If he really did forget, he could already imagine the extent of Adolf's hatred for him—it was terrifying!

This has led to the near-emptying of the medicine warehouse. Intermediate hemostatic and cleaning medicines were sold out yesterday, and golden stamina medicines are also out of stock.

"Let us help you move the materials." Amir and Myron came forward, took the material boxes, and carried them onto the platform.

"Just put them on the platform in order." Charlotte didn't refuse their help. Anyway, she brought them here today to broaden their horizons, so why not have them help out with some chores?

Nowadays, students are treated like treasures. When he was a child in the village school, it was not uncommon for teachers to make him chop wood and pull pig feed.

I was quite happy to have a meal at my teacher's house after finishing my work.

The fire in the stove was already burning brightly, and Charlotte used a hand-cranked crane to slowly lift the three-meter-high stove and place it on the stove.

Vivian usually brews potions in batches of one hundred bottles, so the utilization rate of this furnace is not very high. You should know that this furnace is three meters high and nearly two meters wide at its widest point in the middle, which can hold a lot of water.

Vivian had only used a small portion of it before, because as the quantity increased, the difficulty of refining also increased, and all the previously set times had to be changed.

Today's task is heavy, so Charlotte decided to push production directly to 200 bottles per batch, doubling efficiency and establishing the refining standards.

Charlotte stood on the high platform, pouring water into the furnace, and then adding various materials that had been ground into powder one by one, her expression focused and serious.

Ino and the others stood below, looking up at him.

"It looks like they're making soup. First they add water, then they throw in all sorts of ingredients," Amilo whispered.

Myron nodded: "It does look like it."

Lina stood aside and watched intently for a while before Karl pulled her away to play with him.

Only Ino watched attentively. Just as Amiro said, brewing potions was like cooking. She remembered when she was little, her grandmother would brew potions for them in a clay pot used for cooking, stirring it with a stick.

The teacher's pot is much bigger, uses more materials, and is more complex, but in essence, the difference shouldn't be that significant.

About half an hour later, the first batch of low-level hemostatic medicine was successfully refined.

Charlotte looked at the pale red potion in the pot, nodded in satisfaction, and used a crane to lift it off the stove and transfer it to the empty shelf at the back.

Nora, who had been waiting in the back, began to physically cool the scalding furnace, and then controlled the liquid to be bottled.

The still-steaming potion was magically drawn from the furnace, like a slender red serpent, circling once in the air before the heat dissipated, and then precisely injected into individual potion bottles.

This scene left Ino and the other three somewhat stunned.

They had been discussing how to retrieve the potion from the tall alchemy furnace and put it into bottles.

Unexpectedly, Nora was a water mage who had transformed magic into productivity.

In no time, two hundred bottles of hemostatic medicine were bottled.

Once the bottle is sealed with a stopper and placed in a wooden box, it can be taken away at any time.

Charlotte was busy concocting potions, but she was out of stock of all kinds of potions: Golden Stamina Potion, Anesthetic Potion, Basic Hemostatic Potion, Basic Cleansing Potion, and Hydrating Essence.

In just one afternoon, they produced more than 1400 bottles of potion.

Charlotte finally breathed a long sigh of relief after completing the last batch of golden stamina potions.

Standing on that high platform for an entire afternoon with my nerves on edge was quite physically and mentally taxing.

However, the drug inventory has been replenished, and the process standard of 200 bottles per furnace has been finalized.

This afternoon wasn't smooth sailing either. We failed three times, wasting the materials for two hundred bottles of potions with each attempt. It was painful to throw them away.

But there's no other way. A little growing pains result in doubling the production efficiency of the same production line, and the potential benefits in the future are enormous.

Amiro and Myron, who were responsible for moving the materials and loading the refined potions onto the carriage, were exhausted and were resting on the ground.

Lina was teaching Karl to write, while Ino, who had somehow found a small stool, was watching Charlotte concoct potions with great interest.

Charlotte realized that there was a good chance she could train this girl to be a pharmacist.

It was already dark outside. Charlotte came down from the platform, dusted off the medicine powder on her hands, and said with a smile, "Everyone has worked hard today. Let's call it a day and go home."

"Phew—it's finally over." Myron breathed a sigh of relief. His clothes were soaked with sweat several times over. This had really worn out this useless magician.

"Come on, let's go back to bed." Amir was clearly in much better physical condition than him, and he pulled him up from the ground, saying with a smile.

"Karl, it's time for your big sister to go. I'll come back to play with you next time," Lina said with a smile, patting Karl's head.

"Teacher, you're amazing! You made over a thousand bottles of potions in just half an afternoon!" Ino looked at Charlotte with admiration and exclaimed sincerely.

In her memory, her grandmother could only make one bottle of potion at a time, and only four or five bottles in an afternoon.

Charlotte brewed enough potions this afternoon to last her grandmother a whole year.

The efficiency is incredibly high, and the success rate is also astonishing.

"Want to learn?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Mm." Ino nodded decisively. She had been itching to try it while watching from below, and the sense of accomplishment she would feel watching those bottles of potions being produced would be immense.

"Once you've learned how to use the small alchemy furnace to make potions, I'll teach you how to use the large one," Charlotte said.

"Mmm." Ino nodded obediently, having no objections to Charlotte's arrangements.

"You guys aren't really interested in making potions, are you?" Charlotte then looked at Lina and the other two.

"Teacher, to be honest, I started to get a headache just looking at those dozen or so ingredients. How to mix them into a potion is a real headache. After all, I usually have a hard time even cooking for myself, so this is just too difficult for me," Myron said somewhat embarrassedly.

"I feel the same way as Myron. Concocting and brewing potions is difficult for me, and it's not something I want to do," Amiro said sincerely. "I want to be a doctor, not a pharmacist."

"Teacher, I also want to become a doctor," Lina said with equal determination.

"Okay, I understand." Charlotte nodded. This was one of the reasons he brought everyone to the potion workshop: to let them experience it firsthand and then choose their own path based on their own thoughts. "Let's go back first. After dinner, I'll help you tidy up your dorms so you'll have a place to stay tonight."

As Charlotte went outside, she noticed that Amos was already standing in front of the workshop.

"It's a Treant!" Lina and the others looked at the giant Treant, which was nine meters tall, in front of the door with great surprise. Treants are a relatively rare race and do not exist in the Elf Forest.

"Hello, boss!" Amos greeted Charlotte warmly.

"Hello, Amos," Charlotte greeted him with a smile, then noticed two goats lying on the steps nearby, their legs bound by vines, and asked, "Did you catch these?"

"That's right, two goats, one for Nora and the others, and one for you to take back," Amos nodded.

"Lord Amos, you caught a goat for us?" Nora looked at Amos with some surprise.

Amos chuckled and said, "That's right. I noticed you need to buy meat for food these past few days, and meat from the Abyss is quite expensive. So when I went out to sunbathe, I caught a goat for you, so Abu and Karl can have more meat to eat."

"Thank you, Amos!" Carl exclaimed, giving him a little fist.

"You're welcome, little Karl." Amos leaned down and lightly bumped fists with him.

Charlotte was delighted to see them getting along so well, and with Amos's curse lifted, he had regained the mindset of a young tree-man and seemed very friendly towards children.

"Boss, are these beautiful elves our new colleagues?" Amos asked curiously, looking at Lina and the others standing behind Charlotte.

"No, they are my new students. I brought them to the potion workshop to experience it," Charlotte explained.

"Oh, you've really taken on some good students." Amos nodded and greeted Lina and the others with a smile.

"I'll take the goat with me. Goodbye, Amos." Charlotte told Amiro to go and take one of the goats away.

"Goodbye, boss," Amos replied.