On this side, Alfred had just returned to the house when he saw Benjamin Hawkins waiting at the door with two carriages and six musketeers. Needless to say, he wanted to see Alphonse for something, and he probably brought money.

Coming!

"Sir Hawkins, please wait a moment. I'll go and notify the master right away." Alfred hurriedly pulled the carriage aside, handed the riding whip to Old Anda, and invited him to come into the house to wait, even though the other party brought six full guns.

The two musketeers carried four bags and followed Alfred into the house.

"Master." Alphonse, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Alphonse asked in a daze.

"Sir Hawkins from England is here, saying that he has made an appointment with you to pay for the goods." Alfred replied outside the door.

"Where's Ann? Oh, damn, she went to the Oton family, right? Wait a minute, I'll be right over." Alphonse could only rub his face and replied.

"In addition, Mr. Darren's nephew, Sir Philip Desai, is visiting the Desai family. He also wants to meet you, because he turns out to be a classmate, and Mr. Bardis has already gone ahead to visit." Alfred continued.

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"I seem to have heard of this name." Alphonse scratched his head and sat up from the bed.

"He is serving in the army and is currently the lieutenant colonel commander of a regiment of Paris Dragoons. He purchased four rapid-fire cannons through Mr. Darren some time ago and hopes that we will develop an army cannon. He probably came to visit because of the army cannon issue.

"Alfred continued:

"But Mr. Bardis said that Sir Philip Desai had a girlfriend who had studied in law school, and later this lady married her mentor. So as for your recommendation for young William to study in law school, Philip?"

Sir Desai was very unhappy."

"If he doesn't like it, let him die!" Alphonse opened the door and said breathlessly: "Anyone who looks like this should directly duel with that old man from the law school. He, an army lieutenant colonel, is afraid of fighting with an old man from the law school.

Will you lose the mentor duel?"

"Sir Hawkins is downstairs." Alfred changed the subject with a low eyebrow. Alphonse was almost shot to death because he was fighting for his elder brother.

"Prepare the carriage, I'll be there in a minute." Alphonse said helplessly, then went downstairs and greeted Benjamin Hawkins from a distance: "I'm so sorry, I have been developing a new set of equipment these past two days.

The product often stays up late, so I get up late."

"What's the point? The important thing is that you can produce better works, right?" Benjamin Hawkins smiled: "I am disturbing you."

"How come? Please sit down and have something to drink?" Alphonse smiled.

"Your rest is very important. I won't waste too much time on you. Let's get down to business." Benjamin Hawkins waved his hand and smiled: "You gave me a list a few days ago. After careful consideration, we decided

Just purchase the design drawings and production process of the rapid-fire cannon, and we will design the mold separately.

In addition, there are 200 rapid-fire cannons in stock that Miss Charles transferred to me. The unit price is 80 livres each. The total of the two transactions is livres. I brought them both, 3000 gold pounds and 1000 livres.

Here."

"You are so polite, Mr. Alfred, please accompany Sir while I go get the design drawings and the delivery receipt." Alphonse smiled, turned around and walked upstairs, Alfred smiled.

He came forward, took the gold and silver coins in the four bags, and checked the number on the spot without hesitation.

Not to mention, the British are still more professional, unlike the undisciplined French. The gold pounds they send are all 20 coins in a roll wrapped and knotted in butter paper, which is convenient for calculation and protects the gold coins from damage. One bag is fifty

The rolls of gold coins are arranged in a row of 5 rolls, two rows with a board, and five coins in a bag. The arrangement of the gold coins is clear at a glance. But the last bag of livres is according to the French custom, a money bag of 50 livres.

Pretending, if you want to count clearly, you have to settle one by one. Alfred could only count 20 money bags, so he accepted them directly. Even though some were missing in the end, the loss was not too much.

It took Alphonse a while to go downstairs with a metal box and a paper roll. He handed it to Benjamin Hawkins and said with a smile: "Considering that you may really need it urgently, I wrote you the approval note today."

Pick up the goods within ten days from now. You can go to the workshop to try your luck soon and see how much stock is available to pick up first. Mr. Antoine will issue you a receipt."

"That's great." Benjamin Hawkins smiled and took the roll, opened it and looked at it, then put it aside. Then he put the metal box on the table, opened it and looked at it. Sure enough, it was clear.

A complete set of drawings: barrel, sub-cannon, medicine tank, and a full set of production equipment requirements. There is also a production process. It even mentions that internal cooling can strengthen the gun body. As for whether the British can finally master the self-tightening principle of the gun body.

, it depends on luck.

"Then I'll take my leave first." After completing the transaction, Benjamin Hawkins hurriedly said his goodbyes and left. Only Alphonse sat back on the sofa, turned to Alfred and asked, "Is the amount of money correct?"

"The gold pound is 20 rolls. It is easy to count and there is no mistake." Alfred took a roll of gold pounds and put it in front of Alphonse, and then put a bag of 50 livres in it and said helplessly: "

But Lever can’t calculate it like this.”

"There is no way. The bankers in Tours do business very well. They can deceive and deceive everyone. Naturally, they are not as straightforward as the British." Alfonse took the money bag and threw it away: "Put Liv.

Just like the pound, the pound is rolled up with butter paper at 20 livres. From now on, when we do business, we will also require the people who settle the payment to do the same."

"I will arrange it as soon as possible, but don't expect every customer to cooperate." Alfred replied helplessly.

"Then let them pay pounds and gold Louis!" Alphonse said fiercely: "By the way, Mr. Alfred, you write a letter to Moller Manor for me and my elder brother, asking him to help me recruit twenty people as soon as possible.

It doesn't matter if you can use your hands, a sword or a musket. The monthly salary is 20 livres. The money you will put in the house will be more and more in the future. We must have the minimum defense capabilities."

"Yes." Alfred bowed and said, "The carriage is ready for you."

"Let's have breakfast first, I'm starving." Alphonse waved his hands, thought for a while and then asked: "By the way, can Armand help us find these people?"

"Last time I wrote to the manor, Anderson wrote back saying that the Lord has been troubled by financial problems. Lady Yvette's expenses were too great. In just two months, she spent the remaining 800 livres in cash.

All gone." Alfred said without concern: "If Sir still can't persuade Mrs. Yvette to save money, Sir will probably have to sell off his assets next."

"Eight hundred livres for two months, Armand is not me, how can he afford it?" Alphonse rolled his eyes and said out of breath: "Send him 500 livres, you must find all the people for me as soon as possible.

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"Yes." Alfred nodded. He did agree with Alphonse. The expenses for two months were 800 livres, which means that it may be more than 5,000 livres a year. Except for Alphonse, Alphonse

Fred can bet that even old Victor and the others couldn't afford to support such a prodigal wife when they were alive...

Of course, it cannot be said that Mrs. Yvette was born to harm the Moller family. After all, she had just married and wanted to change the layout of the villa, change some new furniture, buy some new clothes and jewelry, and even entertain the surrounding ladies.

These are all human expenses. But since the income and expenditure of the Moller Manor is already in a dangerous situation, naturally you cannot pile up all the expenses according to your own wishes. In addition to embarrassing Armand, it will not

What else has been gained?

After breakfast, Alphonse took the carriage driven by Old Anda to the Desai house, and followed the butler's guidance before meeting Sir Philip Desai, who specifically wanted to see him, in the garden behind the living room.
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He also looks about 26 or 7 years old, but unlike Badis, who is tall, handsome and majestic, Fili Desai is actually a short and fat man wearing high-profile glasses. Of course, the statement of the fat man is somewhat wrong, it should be said

Like Yasuo, he was obviously muscular, but not flabby. Combined with the fact that he was from the artillery academy, Alphonse guessed that this person should be a loader or a grenadier. Eliminating the bad impression of fat, Alphonse

Si estimates that in a one-on-one duel, this guy will have no problem tying with him.

However, with such an honorable appearance, we can’t blame the girl for marrying her tutor instead of him. She can be considered a young and artistic woman anyway, so marrying a teacher who is also artistic is better than marrying a fat guy like you...

"Fili Desai." Seeing Alphonse leading the way, Philip Desai stood up first and stretched out his hand fiercely.

"Alphonse de Moller." Alphonse reached out his hand to hold the other person in an understatement, pinched his jaw and squeezed hard, and said with a smile: "I heard that you want to see me?"

"Yes, you look a little hot?" Feili Desai's expression began to look unnatural. He was confident in his grip strength, but he didn't expect that he would suffer a secret loss in front of this young man who didn't look very tall.

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"No, it's very cool." Alphonse replied with a smile. He was already very strong, especially after living in Calais for a while, and because he didn't like sugar and was forced to consume a lot of salt, so he was obviously hyperthyroid.

He is in good condition; his explosive power is stronger, so his strength should be similar to that of Philip Desai, but his sudden explosion gave him the upper hand in this contest.

"Sit down." Badis stood up and put his hands on their shoulders. At this time, they both let go of their hands as if nothing had happened. In fact, they were both so numb that they almost couldn't feel anything.

"Brother Alphonse, Brother Feili thinks it would be more appropriate for me to go to the artillery academy." As soon as Alphonse sat down, little William was the first to speak.

"It's true. We are from noble families, so naturally we have to join the army and serve as pioneers for the king." Philip Desai said without hesitation: "In three years, I will be promoted to the colonel commander of the Dragoon Corps. At that time, you only need to start from

After you graduate from the artillery academy, I will transfer you to my guard company as company commander and directly grant you the rank of captain. As long as you have military merit, you will soon be promoted to major and lead the company in combat alone."

"Then what?" Alphonse smiled.

"In five years at most, as long as you achieve second-class merit, I will promote you to lieutenant colonel." Philip Desai thought for a while and continued.

"What happens next?" Alphonse continued to ask.

"Are you done?" Philip Desai replied with a dark face: "If I were a marshal, I would immediately promote him to major general!"

"So little William should go to law school." Alphonse shook his head and said, "I have never explained the reason to Uncle Darren and Madam. Now that Sir insists that little William go to artillery academy, I will just tell you my plan.
Chapter completed!