Chapter 71: 71 visits
Chapter 71 71Visit
“Are you sure you look aristocratic in this outfit?” Tang Mo looked down at the clothes he was wearing in front of Roger.
This suit of clothes was custom-made, tailor-made in the most respectable tailor shop in the town of Bunas. The boss's child is a student of Tang Mo, so the price was given a considerable discount.
Putting the vest on, Tang Mo even felt that his breathing became heavier. The clothes of this era were not so simple, and the cuffs were decorated with complicated patterns.
"You are now the Earl's guardian knight, so you should dress more decently." Roger helped Tang Mo pick up his coat, looking at his meticulously ironed gray suit, he complained with some dissatisfaction. Said: "Why did you choose gray? This fabric looks really rustic."
“Stain-resistant.” Tang Mo was not willing to explain to Old Roger why he chose such an inconspicuous gray among bright yellow, sky blue, and bright red.
In the world he was familiar with, people who chose red, blue, yellow or green suits were either cheap entertainers who took advantage of the situation, or they were flamboyant fools who were shot to death in the afternoon.
So, he casually made up a reason that made Old Roger dumbfounded. Before putting on his coat, he put a special triangular gun holster under his arm.
He inserted the Colt revolver that neither Wes nor Tiger had seen yet into the holster, adjusted the holster to a comfortable position, then opened his arms and allowed Roger to help him put it on. Got the coat.
“How is it? You can’t tell from the outside, right?” Tang Mo smiled and spread his arms, showing it to Old Roger.
Old Roger shook his head and said firmly: "Believe me, kid! There is no pistol in this world that can be hidden under the arm."
"Now I have it." Tang Mo put down his arm, felt it for a while, and felt that it was pretty good, so he showed a satisfied smile: "Take good care of this place for me, and tell Aunt Cuixi that I want to eat chicken at night. "
"No problem! I hope everything goes well for you." Roger patted Tang Mo's arm and was even more satisfied with the young man in front of him. The proud smile on his face was even more difficult to hide.
At the door, Wes leaned against the wall, still hanging two revolvers on his waist that he almost never left. He was very satisfied with his current life because Tang Mo's business was getting bigger and bigger.
Lew, who had just returned from the vicious forest the day before yesterday, and a young warrior whose face was as resolute as a knife or an axe, were already waiting not far away.
The two of them were each carrying a wooden box in their hands. The wooden box had been polished and looked very beautiful.
The box in Loew's hand contained two revolvers, while the box in the young man's hand contained a Down's K1 needle gun.
They are almost identical to Weiss. Both of them have two revolvers hanging on their waists and wear long blouses. This outfit makes them look a bit funny.
The four people walked towards the gate of the factory, where two carriages were already waiting. The four strong, tall horses snorted, and their hoofs kicked restlessly, making a muffled sound.
Tang Mo stopped in front of the carriage because he saw a lonely figure standing at the door, seemingly hesitant and a little embarrassed to approach.
"Tiger? What's wrong?" Tang Mo walked towards the figure with a smile, not shying away at all: "Why are you standing here?"
“I, I don’t know, sir.” Tiger rubbed his nose with his hand, blushing and not knowing where to start.
Tang Mo didn't rush him, just stood in front of him, waiting for him to sort out his words.
Soon, Tiger raised his head again and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Sir, why? Do you want to sell such sharp weapons to others? Aren't they only equipped for the army in Beiling?"
After he asked, he was also very embarrassed, because even he, a straight-faced man, knew that Cyric flintlocks were not exclusively supplied to the Kingdom of Leyte, and were not even supplied to the two kingdoms of Susas and Leyte.
"Beiling only needs 2,000 K1 guns, Tiger." Tang Mo explained to Tiger seriously: "Just relying on Beiling's purchase order, I and the workers behind me will starve to death."
"I have tried my best to avoid doing K1 fast gun business nearby. I have already considered it for the earl." Tang Mo continued without waiting for Tiger to speak: "Today is an important day. How about I have a chat with you when I come back?"
"I, I know this is a rude request, sir. I'm sorry! I'm waiting for you to come back here." Tiger can stand here, having summoned up his greatest courage.
He had the courage to face an enemy twice his size on the battlefield, but doing such a thing was really beyond the scope of his courage.
"Don't be so formal! Tiger! It's good that you can consider Beiling!" Tang Mo reached out and patted Tiger on the shoulder, looking mature.
In fact, he was only 18 years old, and Tiger standing in front of him was already a thirty-year-old adult.
"Let's go." After appeasing Tiger, Tang Mo took the lead and got into a carriage. Loew led others into another carriage. Weiss got into the passenger seat of the leading carriage and faced Tiger nodded slightly in greeting. Then, the reins cut the air and made a sharp sound. The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away along with the neighing sound. The two carriages disappeared into the horizon one after the other.
Tiger stood there, watching the two carriages disappear from sight, and then let out a long sigh.
“The elves’ merchant fleet only comes to Bunas once a year, so he must try his luck.” Roger unknowingly stood beside Tiger, looking at the horizon in the distance, and said.
"I understand." Tiger was a little frustrated, because he really hoped that the K1 gun and revolver could become Earl Ronin Fischereau's secret weapon in his quest for world supremacy.
He really imagined that Tang Mo would only provide this weapon to Earl Fisherot, instead of selling it to everyone else equally like now.
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"Hurry up and sell these **** ballast iron ingots, spices and other things... Ha... I'm still in a hurry to go back." A handsome man casually flipped through the travel notes in his hand and faced the door without raising his head. His subordinates ordered.
"Yes! Sir John!" The subordinate bowed respectfully and reported: "The tax has been paid, and the porters are unloading the remaining goods from the ship."
Along the way, they have sold about 80% of the goods. The remaining goods will be unloaded here and then exchanged for gold coins or other goods to take away.
In fact, logically speaking, the elven merchant ships do not need to do business in Bunas, but they need supplies, fruits and vegetables, so as to ensure that they will not die due to lack of vitamins on the vast sea.
So, since we are going to stay here, it is the most economical option to leave some goods for trading here.
When they came this time, there were 15 merchant ships. These armed merchant ships had cannons, so pirates generally did not dare to plunder.
What's more, this is an Elf merchant ship. If something goes wrong in the waters of the Kingdom of Wright, even the king may be alerted. The elves who almost rule the world are powerful, and no one wants to offend such a powerful force.
Now, there is not much cargo left on these 15 merchant ships, and other messy items purchased have filled two cargo ships.
More cargo has been turned into gold coins, stacked in the cabin like this, making people envious just by looking at it.
“Their wine is of poor quality, tastes sour and not delicious at all.” The fleet leader standing by the porthole turned around and looked at his partner: “So I don’t like this place very much.”
"Let's make do with it! If you don't drink ale, you won't even be able to drink wine." The elf sitting next to the table looked away from the travel notes, and his two pointed ears twitched: "The Kingdom of Wright and Su The relationship between the Saas Kingdom is becoming more and more tense, which is good news for us.”
“How can we see it?” the leader of the fleet asked curiously.
"From the perspective of national strength, the Kingdom of Wright is unlikely to defeat the Kingdom of Sussus... Therefore, the Kingdom of Wright, which has lost North Ridge, seems to rely more on sea transportation for steel." He closed the travel journal in his hand and was called Lord John. The elf explained with a smile.
“Our business is getting better, isn’t that good news?” He put the book in his hand on the table and stretched his neck.
“What if the Kingdom of Wright wins?” the leader asked curiously.
"Is there any loss for us?" John shrugged and said indifferently: "If the Kingdom of Wright wins, won't it be business as usual with no changes? This is not bad news for us."
“I finally understand why you always make a sure profit when doing business.” The leader of the fleet laughed and drank the low-quality ale in the cup in his hand.
"Sir! There is someone at the port who wants to see you." An elf sailor opened the door, nodded and reported.
"Tax collector? Sheriff? Or the greedy mayor? Didn't I give him a share of the profits? What? He wants more?" John frowned and asked a series of questions.
"No, no, sir..." The sailor was a little embarrassed, because he had just received a bribe from the other party: "It's a man named Tang Mo, he...he calls himself, he claims to be a weapons dealer..."
"Oh?" John rubbed the travelogue on the book with his hand, raised his eyebrows, and made a long and meaningful sound.
(End of this chapter)