Chapter 85: 85 cents stolen goods
Chapter 85: 85 cents of the spoils
At nightfall, the captain of the elves sent a carriage full of messy things, which really opened Tang Mo's eyes.
The jewelry and some books that were hastily piled in the carriage, plus other things, really filled the carriage.
Tang Mo sorted out various books and placed them by the wall, leaving only a bunch of trinkets that seemed to be more valuable.
At this moment, on his desk, there were gold spectacle frames, a few dentures, several rings, and seven or eight necklaces of different thicknesses.
What’s more interesting is that John also sent a pair of pistols. It seemed that these pistols were not for use, but specially made decorations.
Both pistols have ivory handles, carved with various reliefs, and inlaid with metal barrels. They are the first generation Cyric flintlock guns, and the muzzles are still trumpet-shaped.
Tang Mo was playing with a ring that didn't look too valuable. When he saw Roger pushing the door open and coming in, he motioned for him to sit down casually: "Uncle Roger... Take a look at it. If you like whichever one you like, I'll give it to you."
“What do I want these things for? They are of no use.” Roger refused with a smile: “I came here to tell you that just now, the fourth steam engine prepared for Beiling has been assembled.”
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Tang Mo looked at some of the less valuable decorations on the table, pointed at them with his finger, and signaled to Luo Jiejie: "You take 20... and reward them to the 20 workers who have performed best recently!"
"Everyone is very grateful to you. They work overtime every day to make the steam engine. On the one hand, they really think this machine is great, and on the other hand, they want to repay you for everything you have done for them. So, there is no need to give them these anymore. "
"The reward mechanism must exist at all times! If you want the horse to run, you must feed it properly and spur it at the right time! Both are indispensable." Tang Mo's management concepts are much more advanced than what Roger knows, so In this regard, he prefers to stick to his guns.
“I listen to you.” Roger walked to the desk, picked randomly, found some really worthless ones, and put them in his pocket.
“The Elf people have already started handing over the ships. Bernard and Redman have brought 150 people there, so there shouldn’t be any problems.”
“It’s safer to let them keep an eye on our gold coins! There are tens of thousands of gold coins on those ships. It’s safer for you to go and see them in person tonight.”
“Okay, I’ll go to the dock right away.”
“Starting tomorrow, take half of the naval guns off the ship and transport them here to resmelt them... We are still too short of steel, so we can only do this first.”
“In addition, starting from tomorrow, we will use a carriage to transport the gold coins on the ship back! They will always be placed at the dock, and I don’t worry about it.”
“Understood! Leave this matter to me.”
Tang Mo suddenly changed the subject, picked up a ring that looked expensive, and handed it to Roger: "Ah...Uncle Roger! Do you like this?"
“I, I don’t have to...” Roger waved his hand quickly.
“Take it!” Tang Mo insisted. As he spoke, he put the ring on Roger's somewhat thick finger: "Not bad, it fits well."
"This ring costs at least 10 gold coins... Although we have money now, we can't..." Roger wanted to take off the ring and return it to Tang Mo, but Tang Mo stopped him.
Tang Mo put his hand on Roger's and persuaded with a smile: "The days will get better and better, believe me, Uncle Roger. One day, we will become the richest people in the world, so this The ring...is just a memorial.”
"I will always carry it." Roger moved Tang Mo's hand away, but did not pick up the ring on his hand. Instead, he stared at the small gem on the ring and insisted softly.
"Don't say such things so early, Uncle Roger! We will have better things in the future!" Tang Mo said to Roger with a smile: "Help me call Loew in! By the way, there is also Wes!"
“Okay!” Roger turned around and walked out. Soon Loew walked in and was slightly stunned when he saw the things on Tang Mo’s table.
"Which one do you like? Pick one for yourself." Tang Mo pointed to the gold necklace and gold ring on the table, and said to Loew: "I am very satisfied with the training of the new recruits. Thank you for your efforts."
"How can you be so embarrassed, boss." Loew scratched his head and quickly refused.
"You're welcome! We are a family, right?" Tang Mo pointed at the gold jewelry on the table: "I asked you to come here today because I asked you to take it. Don't be formal. Roger also took one just now."
"Okay, okay." Loew finally picked up a pocket watch on the table that seemed to be well made: "Thank you, thank you boss! I will definitely work harder..."
Tang Mo pointed to another pocket watch of similar quality beside him: "Bring this to Bernard, he probably also wants a good pocket watch."
"Yes! Boss!" Loew picked up the pocket watch, put it in his pocket, then turned around and walked out. The next person who came in was Weiss. Without Tang Mo's introduction, Weiss walked to the table, picked up a gold ring, put it on his finger and looked at it: "It's so beautiful! It's probably for a first mate. Ordinary crew members can't wear it." Such a beautiful ring.”
The reason why these jewelry can be carried around by these elves is that they obviously have some value. Some are inherited from ancestors, and some are expensive. In short, there are still many good things.
So, it is obviously very good to be selected by Tang Mo and rewarded to the people around him. Just like the gold ring Wes wears on his finger, it is estimated to be worth at least 10 gold coins.
But having said that, because these things are only the crew’s personal belongings, there won’t be any that are too valuable—after all, they are just the crew’s personal belongings…
“Take it if you like it.” Tang Mo said nonchalantly.
"Can I choose a few more? You know, I'm more greedy for money." Weiss asked unceremoniously.
“Well, take whatever you like,” Tang Mo continued to say nonchalantly.
Wes grabbed another sterling silver pocket watch and hung it on his body: "I knew I was with the wrong person. I can make a fortune really quickly with you."
As he spoke, he hung a gold necklace around his neck and began to look at the books in the corner.
"Don't take the books. After all, I need them to decorate the study room." Tang Mo followed Weiss's gaze and said.
"Okay!" Weiss seemed a little unfinished, and finally grabbed a few more gold buttons and put them into his pocket: "Okay, if there is a next time, I hope to get better ones."
"No problem." Tang Mo pointed to a ring on the table and said to Weiss, "Bring this ring to Aunt Trish for me. Thank you for taking care of her."
"Hey! This looks pretty good! Haha!" Wes picked up the gold ring, compared it with the one on his finger, and then nodded: "Thank you, boss! I guess Aunt Tracy gave me a meal recently. My hands will no longer shake."
“Tomorrow, accompany me to the pier, and then to the Silver Fox Tavern.” Tang Mo issued an eviction order.
"Am I going alone? Or should I take a few people with me?" Weiss also put away his joking expression and asked seriously.
"Bring two people with you. After all...you have to bring a lot of money." Tang Mo thought for a while and said.
“Understood!” Weiss nodded, turned around and walked out.
Tang Mo leaned back on his chair and began to organize in his mind what he had to do tomorrow: he was going to see his fleet, and then he was going to start carrying gold coins, and he was going to the Silver Fox Tavern on the way.
There are really a lot of things to do. It seems that he will not have time to go to the laboratory to get his own chemical preparations tomorrow, nor will he have time to walk around the construction site... It is a bit of a pity.
In addition to these things, he also has to distribute some of the remaining junk, including iron tools and random things, to the workers so that everyone can get rewards—this is also a big project, and it is estimated that it will not be completed in two hours...
In addition, we have to find a way to deal with the hundreds of outdated Cyric flintlock guns sent from Beiling... Tang Mo thought of this and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. He really had a lot of headaches. .
Thinking of these 700 flintlock muskets, Tang Mo suddenly realized that there were probably more than 1,800 Cyric flintlock muskets in Earl Fisherot's hands that were being gradually phased out.
Including the guns sent to him now, the number of flintlock muskets he has to deal with is not a few hundred, but more than two thousand!
Including spare ones that may be hidden, the total number of flintlock muskets he has to deal with may be 3,000!
"Sigh..." Tang Mo sighed, feeling that he was really unlucky - other time travelers had probably used artificial satellites for such a long time, while he was still wasting his time on a needle gun. He was really better than others. Die...
"I'm desperate too!" Tang Mo couldn't help but lamented - Do you think this is cheating or not? He is an arms dealer who sells needle guns and revolvers. As a result, he traveled to the present and sold no more than 2,000 needle guns in total, but he may have sold about 3,000 flintlock guns... What the hell...
When he finally felt sleepy, he stood up, turned around and saw the quilt he had just folded...
At this moment, he was messy... How do you pretend to be a good person... Doesn't he look good with a girl who warms the bed? It has to be like this.
"Alas..." He sighed and lifted up the quilt he had just folded, feeling as if he had wronged the quilt. If you had known earlier, you would still be sleeping alone. Why are you tossing the quilt when you say you have nothing to do...
Tomorrow will definitely be exciting...and work seems to be getting on track recently. Thinking of this, Tang Mo stuffed the pistol under his pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
(End of this chapter)