What Wilson's servant took out from the gun case was a Ferguson breech-loading flintlock gun!

Jia Cong looked at the breech-loaded flintlock gun with dumbfounded eyes.

I feel like my brain is a little exhausted.

A long while.

Then he asked stupidly: "Dear Mr. Wilson, don't tell me that your friend's name is Ferguson!"

Wilson's eyes also widened!

"The magical little prince of the East, how do you know about it?"

"His name is Patrick Ferguson!"

Jia Cong covered his forehead hard, and a voice in his mind kept shouting.

That damn eight-year curse, where did it go wrong?

According to the timeline of later generations, this gun will not appear until at least a few years later.

And this guy will also complete a well-known historical event.

Jia Cong suddenly remembered this incident.

He quickly asked: "Mr. Wilson, can you correspond with him now?"

He wanted to try that famous incident.

Wilson thought for a while and then said: "We are in the middle of a war. He is an excellent sniper. Communication is very difficult."

Jia Cong looked at Wilson with some disappointment.

Maybe Wilson couldn't stand being stared at by Jia Cong's exquisite peach blossom eyes.

He rubbed his face with his movable left hand and said with a smile: "However, I am willing to try it for the magical little prince of the East."

Jia Cong immediately burst into laughter.

He lowered his voice slightly and said: "Ferguson will meet a man named George Washington in the future."

"Please shoot him!"

"No matter when and where you are, don't worry about the front or back!"

"Please!"

"I will pay you handsomely in silver!"

Ferguson can leave his name in the long history, except for this Ferguson breech-loading flintlock gun.

This is the famous "shot not fired" turning point in history!

If Ferguson had pulled the trigger on George Washington, who had his back turned to him...

Whether the beautiful country will still exist is a matter of two opinions...

Jia Cong was so excited by this thought that his heart beat wildly.

Even if the eight-year curse is there, he is still willing to try this result!

He hired a murderer to kill, and he killed the first president of a beautiful country.

It makes me happy just thinking about it!

Of course Wilson couldn't have known who George Washington was.

It is even more impossible to know that the beautiful country built by this guy will become a giant that dominates the world hundreds of years later!

Wilson shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll try my best for the young prince."

"I hope Ferguson can receive my letter."

In this troubled world, what does killing someone mean?

Wilson didn't even notice.

He just smiled and continued: "My magical little prince of the East, can you take a look at my goods now?"

Jia Cong finally calmed down and looked at Wilson and laughed.

"Let's go and take a look at the goods!"

In the showroom, there are various samples of Western goods.

Even the optical glass that Jia Cong often needs is available.

There are also finished concave and convex lenses, telescopes, Western pocket watches, music boxes, glass mirrors, various spices and perfumes, etc.

Jia Cong smiled and said: "I want all the concave and convex lenses and optical glass."

Of course, optical glass is much easier to use than crystal.

Wilson raised the glass mirror with some reluctance.

"What about this? Don't you want it?"

"Isn't it clearer than your country's bronze mirror?"

Jia Cong's face is full of evil smile.

"Mr. Wilson, do you believe I can imitate this?"

“And it’s cheaper than yours, and it’s plentiful!”

Of course there are glass workshops in Dachu today, but they are still green.

Of course Jia Cong knows how to get rid of the green color.

Wilson laughed loudly: "The Bible says that all wealth cannot be accumulated in the same hands."

"So, the magical little prince of the East, let me, an authentic businessman, do this business!"

Wilson is not a Christian, and the Bible he says is nonsense.

Jia Cong rolled his eyes at him.

Walking around the showroom.

Wilson's eyes would light up every time he picked up an item.

When he let it go, it turned into sadness again.

Jia Cong walked through the entire display room before asking: "Why is there no Gutenberg printing press?"

Wilson said: "That thing is so big, how can you get it over?"

"If your country doesn't have printing, what else do you need it for?"

Jia Cong would not tell Wilson why he wanted that Gutenberg printing press.

He could only change the subject and said: "Mr. Wilson, I only took a carriage today, and I will take a few samples back first."

"My fleet will come over tomorrow to move the goods."

"You calculate the price account and give it to my fleet."

Wilson bowed deeply to Jia Cong.

"God bless you with a fruitful return, my friend!"

Jia Cong gritted his molars and said, "Keep talking about God!"

"Believe it or not, I will send you to the church to be baptized tomorrow!"

Wilson laughed and waved goodbye to Jia Cong.

"My magical little prince from the East, don't forget to let the magical general doctor help me heal my wounds!"

Jia Cong agreed and ordered Jia An to drive away from the auction house.

In the car.

Jia Cong holds the Ferguson rifle case and smiles.

This thing is one step closer to Dreiser's needle gun!

It seems that the guy named Chenggong is already vaguely flirting with Yang Yiming.

After returning home.

Jia Cong first ordered Qingming and Guyu to go to the Junma Mansion to tell Qi Youlu.

Remember to go to the auction house tomorrow to treat Wilson's injuries.

Taking advantage of the fact that there are still a few days of wedding leave, the Holy Hand Commander still has time to treat him.

He also ordered the chief historian to send a convoy to the auction house tomorrow to bring back the goods he ordered.

After everything was arranged, Jia Cong returned to his Hanzhang Palace.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Mother Feng sitting and talking to a woman.

Jia Cong laughed and said: "Hahahahaha!"
To be continued...