Alien Arms Empire

Chapter 2 2 The speaker has no intention and the listener has intention

"My lord, the quick gun this guy is holding...is really worth it..." After Tang Mo left, a guard beside Baron Stella who had just seen Tang Mo's demonstration performance said aloud.

The more ordinary-looking guard standing on the other side didn't speak, just stood there thoughtfully.

"That's right. Just looking at the rate of fire of that thing, I like it very much." While loading his flintlock shotgun, Baron Stella responded to the guard's question as if chatting.

These guards gave him loyalty, so he had to be more virtuous and corporal at certain moments.This is a means of controlling subordinates, and it is a way of survival that every nobleman will learn carefully.

"Then why..." The guard didn't understand why he gave up so easily since his master knew the benefits of that thing.

In his opinion, being able to have stronger weapons seems to be the most important thing in this troubled world.After all, it is always a reassuring thing to have some advantages when facing the enemy.

The other guard just touched his nose, still looking like he had nothing to do with himself.

"There are four Cyric flintlock workshops in the kingdom, which produce nearly 2000 new guns and repair another 800 old guns every year. Do you know how much profit there is? How much profit is there?" After the baron finished loading, Looking for his prey at the edge of the woods.

Without looking back, he continued, "From top to bottom, I still have 150 gold coins! It's not a small amount."

Cyric is the name of a consortium. On this continent, the name of the Cyric Consortium can really be said to be very popular.

This consortium has monopolized the production of weapons in dozens of countries. It has set up workshops in these countries to produce guns and artillery as well as various ammunition and equipment.

Relying on various means, Cyric has formed an intertwined force in these countries, controlling the bulk of military weapons procurement, earning huge profits, and even influencing the decision-making of these countries to a certain extent.

"A few months ago, Viscount Hull just took a share and invested in the construction of a new Cyric flintlock workshop... Once that workshop is completed, it can produce more than 300 new flintlock guns a year!" He seemed to be muttering to himself: "How could it be in vain?"

"How many flintlock guns like this are stored in the kingdom, and how many soldiers are trained to shoot flintlock guns? Do you know how much it will cost if you overthrow all these messy things?" Baron Stella raised his gun. , aimed at a hare in the distance, and continued to ask without looking back.

"Who would be happy if I poked this kind of basket out?" He pulled the trigger, and after a shot was fired, a white mist was sprayed out from the muzzle and the flintlock on his side.

"No one will be grateful to me! No one! It will only be a big trouble..." He handed the shotgun to the guard who wanted to speak, and looked at the hounds rushing towards the prey in the distance, coldly Said.

No matter what, you can make money by lying down, this kind of thing is the choice that nobles should make, isn't it?Baron Stella grinned, as if everything was in his calculations.

Tang Mo threw his gun in the compartment of the carriage, then closed the door, turned over and sat in the front passenger seat of the carriage.

The coachman, who had been waiting for him all this time, raised his hands slightly, and swung them down suddenly, and there was a snap of the reins.

The two horses, which seemed to be in good condition, began to pull the cart and galloped, and Tang Mo felt the warm wind rushing towards him.

"This is the third..." The bearded old coachman said to Tang Mo while steering the horse forward, "Isn't it done yet?"

He was Tang Mo's housekeeper, a coachman, a blacksmith in Tang Mo's small arms workshop, and a half technical engineer.

Anyway, this old man is a confidant who has worked hard with Tang Mo's father all the way to the present, and he and Tang Mo's father have single-handedly run the current Tang's weapons workshop.

It is said that it is a weapons workshop. Most of the time, what they make the most is actually kitchen knives and various farm tools. The best sellers are some series of shotguns imitating the Cyric flintlock.

When Tang Mo's father was alive, this weapon workshop also received a job to help the Kingdom repair flintlock guns. At that time, the whole workshop was flourishing, and it supported more than 200 people during the period of its largest scale.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Tang Mo's parents died unexpectedly, and the Tang's weapons workshop also went into decline. Until now, it has become a situation that is barely maintained.

"No!" Tang Mo shook his head and found a comfortable position on the bumpy carriage: "These bastards don't know what to do, they are either really stupid or really bad, anyway, none of them really thought that they could win. A war."

He didn't understand why these people would reject him. As long as they were willing to spend money to purchase a batch of new weapons, they would be able to earn back ten times and a hundred times on the battlefield in the future.

The life of a soldier is also life, and the life and death of a soldier is also money-such a simple truth, don't these noble gentlemen really know?

Were they too indifferent to the lives of soldiers, or did they know themselves too well to know that they themselves could never win a single battle?

Tang Mo complained silently in his heart, and then complained to his old butler full of resentment: "He even blackmailed me with a gold coin! Damn it!"

"Don't be discouraged, this is how selling things are. It's not easy to ask others to pay a penny." Old Roger carefully controlled the carriage, while comforting Tang Mo who was a little disappointed.

He knew that this young orphan of the Tang family actually had a lot of ideas, because the new weapon behind was manufactured little by little with the efforts of him and Tang Mo.

However, now it seems that the workshop is still out of luck, and it is obviously hopeless to compete with those big weapon workshops.

"Failure is the mother of success." Tang Mo sat in front of the wind, propped his chin with the back of his hand, looked at the road in the distance, and absently responded to old Roger's comfort.

The roads of this era are not so smooth. Although there are springs under the carriage, it still bumps.Tang Mo's body swayed slightly with the speed of the carriage. Neither of them spoke, and they remained silent for a while.

The forests on both sides retreated quickly, and the original scenery clamped the road.They have already left the edge of the town, and the carriages and pedestrians passing by have become rare.

"Believe me, sooner or later, the whole world will use our weapons." After a while, Tang Mo suddenly spoke again, and said to Old Roger: "Other mediocre people are only worthy of following in our footsteps and taking away what we don't want. Trash, treat it as a treasure."

"I believe it, I believe there will be such a day." Roger smiled, and agreed with Tang Mo.

Although he has confidence in Tang Mo, their situation is indeed not good now.Tang Mo handed over the last gold coin just now, and the money they have left now seems to be not enough to continue the normal operation of the workshop.

There are more than 150 people in the workshop to support, most of these people are artisans, and they are paid every day they work.And there are some apprentices around these people. Although they don't need to be paid, it is a lot of money to eat horse chews every day.

If the entire workshop is in a profitable state, obviously these are Tang Mo's precious wealth, but if the entire workshop is in a state of losing money, these craftsmen and apprentices are nooses around Tang Mo's neck.

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"Hey! Reiner..." Not long after Tang Mo's carriage left, in the baron's manor, in the room dedicated to the rest of the servants and servants, the baron's guard walked in with a musket, playing with a silver coin in his hand .

He greeted him as soon as he entered the door, and several servants and maids who were resting in the room also nodded to him.This person was the guard who was too lazy to talk just now standing beside Baron Stella.

"Hey! Wes!" The servant who had just come to rest here greeted him when it was time for a shift change, and then lowered his head and continued to polish his leather boots.

There is no decoration in this room, only a few worn-out chairs and a broken table with scratches all over it.

The guard who called Weiss pulled up a chair, sat down beside him, raised his legs, and asked with a smile, "Who is the one who just came to demonstrate the new gun?"

He didn't speak when the baron was boasting just now, and then asked the baron to resign on the grounds that the elders in the family were sick and needed someone to take care of them.After getting the baron's permission, he didn't leave immediately, but came here.

"He? A businessman from the province of Bunas." The shoe-shining servant replied without raising his head, "He came from the countryside, so he probably hasn't seen much in the world."

A freckled maid bowed slightly, walked up to the two of them and bowed slightly. It was already time for her to go to work, and she had to go to the post to change.

"Burners? Isn't that the seaside?" The guard Weiss stepped aside to let the maid pass between the two of them, and then continued chatting, as if the chat didn't have a general direction.

"Well, two fish were delivered from there yesterday... they stink. Hahaha." The servant named Reiner laughed as he said that.

"Hahahaha!" Wes also laughed, as if he could feel the smell of the fish after it was transported here: "Where's that bumpkin? What's his name?"

"Tang Mo, you gave me another one." The servant who called Reiner put down his half-cleaned boots, took out a small piece of paper from his pocket with the hand that was just in the shoes, and handed it to the guard .

Being able to be a servant of the Baron naturally has some basic winks.The servant also figured out the purpose of the guards coming here to look for him, most likely it was for that young man named Tang Mo.

So he also simply sent favors. Anyway, everyone works under the baron, and it is always good to have a good relationship.

Weiss frowned, but still took the piece of paper, and saw a line of big words on it: "Tang's Weapons Workshop".

These days, there are strict regulations on the size of places that produce things, but those with a hundred people can only be called small workshops, those with more than a hundred people can call themselves workshops, and large workshops with more than a thousand people are called workshops.

The guard Weiss turned over the slip of paper and saw a rather detailed address written on the back, followed by a name in a slightly larger font - Tang Mo.

"I'll take this thing, doesn't it matter?" Weiss pressed the silver coin in his hand on the table, and asked symbolically.

"Of course! It's okay." Reiner shrugged his shoulders, saying that this thing is not important at all: "It's the first time I've seen such a shabby piece of paper as a name post."

"Yes, interesting person." Weiss stood up, stuffed Tang Mo's business card into his pocket, spread his legs, and walked towards the door.

"Thank you!" Putting the silver coin into his pocket, the servant looked at the guard who had already walked to the door and said.

Wes, who had already stepped out of the door with one foot, seemed to be thinking about his own affairs, and waved his hand without looking back: "You're welcome."

(End of this chapter)