"June, I wonder what you are asking me for?"

A merchant wearing Suzhou silk with a mouse beard, a melon-shaped hat, and a few soldiers invited him to Chu Yun's house. He saw Chu Yun and the blonde and blue-eyed Westerners around Chu Yun, and his heart was upset.

"Please sit down. There is no big deal. Where are you from?" Chu Yun asked after taking a sip of the tea brought by his subordinates.

"The man from Xiawuhu has the surname Wang and his name is Changyuan." The merchant sat down carefully.

"It turned out to be Mr. Wang. I wonder what business Mr. Wang is going to do when he comes to Liaodong?"

"Some silk, tea business, as for pig iron, salt, are you afraid to do. The court has a ban, so we businessmen will naturally be at peace. The military master must be clear!" Wang Changyuan thought Chu Yun was going to find him bad luck, and his tone was a little nervous.

"Mr. Wang, don't worry. Mr. Ben Qian did not want to make things difficult for Mr. Wang, but he had a business to talk to Mr. Wang." Chu Yun pointed the table with his index finger, "I don't know if Mr. Wang can get things like fine iron and coal..."

"June, if you sell these things to the Later Jin people, it would be a serious crime to behead you! The little one dared not..." Wang Changyuan was anxious and jumped out of his seat.

"I haven't finished speaking yet! The one who needs fine iron and coal is General Mao Wenlong from our Dongjiang Town. Do you know? We attacked each other with the Later Jin Dynasty, and the weapons consumed a lot and needed to be supplemented. As long as you have a source of goods, I am willing to purchase them at a reasonable price." Chu Yun said.

Hearing that he was not going to sell it to the Later Jin Dynasty, Wang Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "There are many private workshops in Wuhu, which the imperial court allowed to produce."

“How big is it?”

"There are hundreds of workers in the large workshop, and can produce thousands of kilograms of pig iron every day. I wonder if it can meet Jun Ye's needs?"

A thousand pounds per day? Chu Yun did not expect that the Ming Dynasty's folk workshops also had such terrible productivity. Such production capacity was more than enough for Chu Yun, but Chu Yun did not have enough silver to swallow this huge production capacity.

"Does this gentleman have samples of the fine iron produced there?" Chadri asked Wang Changyuan in half-baked Chinese.

"Sample? I have a dagger for body protection here, which is made of iron produced there." Wang Changyuan took out a dagger from his sleeve.

Chadri took the dagger and kept it in his hand to observe.

"Cadri, do you think the quality of this iron is appropriate?"

"Report to the sir, the quality of this iron is already quite good in this era! Even in our era, it is relatively high-quality iron. It is OK to use it to make rifles!" Chadri said with satisfaction.

"Since the requirements are met, then Mr. Wang, I will order you a batch of pig iron, coal, saltpeter, sulfur and other materials, as long as the price you give is reasonable." Chu Yun said, "Chadri, look at how much materials you need to make 300 rifles and 50,000 rounds of ammunition, and report them all to Mr. Wang. Leave the money issue to me, and then you will be given one hand and the other hand."

The money problem is really a big problem. Although Chu Yun spoke confidently, he was unsure. Just imagine that a Qiangma, who only had 500 men, actually asked for materials for 300 advanced rifles in one breath. This money is definitely not a decimal.

Fortunately, before Chu Yun traveled, the Qiang General of the Ming Dynasty, who was originally called "Chu Yun", privately made a lot of money, and personally had a small amount of silver. It can be seen that the border guards of the Ming Dynasty could not provide military pay. Even if the court paid military pay, many of them fell into the hands of these soldiers.

It is barely enough to take out all one thousand taels, but if you want to add orders in the future, you can only find a way to do one vote.

"Mr. Wang, what do you think?" Chu Yun said to Wang Changyuan.

"It turns out that Jun Ye wants not only iron and coal, but also gunpowder, which makes me feel a little embarrassed..." Wang Changyuan looked embarrassed.

"As long as this is done, you come to our Guanglu Island to do business with the Houjin merchants in the future. I can send troops to protect you. In addition, there will be a larger order to hand it over to you in the future. It may even be 100,000 kilograms of pig iron." Chu Yun threw out an olive branch.

"June is serious? If this happens, then some business will be done!" As a shrewd businessman, Wang Changyuan keenly smelled the business opportunities.

Not to mention Chu Yun’s unlimited large order of 100,000 kilograms of pig iron, just sending troops to protect this one is a great benefit.

The war between the two countries has made the middle merchants suffer. Guanglu Island and the surrounding waters are one of the trading locations. If Chu Yun stationed in the local area sends troops to supervise the transaction, then you will not be afraid of being beaten by the Later Jin caravan.

"Then let's sign the agreement. If the goods are not arrived on time, I will take my brothers across the ocean to Wuhu to find you for tea." Chu Yun said with a smile.

"June Jun is not good at joking. I have a bad heart..." Wang Changyuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It was because Chu Yun wanted to get the raw materials and then produce firearms, so he let down his harsh words.

He signed a memorandum of cooperation with Wang Changyuan. After seeing Wang Changyuan pressing his fingerprint on the agreement, Chu Yun breathed a sigh of relief.

But he knew that when Wang Changyuan brought these materials to Guanglu Island a month later, the silver he had on him would be empty!

If three hundred French 1777 rifles are equipped with the troops, it may greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of this troops, but it is far from enough. In the future, it will definitely require ten times the current equipment. Unfortunately, Chu Yun cannot produce more silver.

Alas, if the Ming emperor would give me even one-tenth of the hundreds of thousands of taels of military expenses given to the Liaodong border every year, I would be able to train a team of muskets of thousands of people, what would I be afraid of?

Chu Yun muttered in his heart.

The short-lived emperor of the Ming Dynasty had no choice but to rely on, and there were Donglin and eunuchs in the court who were fighting for power, so Chu Yun did not want to get involved without his wings.

Without the great support of the imperial court, I could only find a way to make money by myself. There are two ways in front of Chu Yun.

One is to rob! Opposite Guanglu Island is the vast territory of the Later Jin Dynasty, to rob the enemy's money and food to strengthen yourself!

One is to do business! Do business with businessmen from other places, and even do business with the back-money!

After careful consideration, Chu Yun denied these two choices himself. The first point is impossible at present. He used his five hundred people to grab the Later Jin Dynasty with more than 100,000 troops. He could not only grab anything, and he didn't have to come back.

The second one is feasible. It’s just that you don’t have anything worth trading with others. And you only have about five hundred soldiers in your hands, so they still need to train. Should you let them be production workers?

After thinking about it, Chu Yun suddenly realized that he had a third path - the Industrial Revolution System.

Chu Yun clicked on the industrial revolution system that had just been launched. Recently, Chu Yun only focused on military technology, but ignored production technology. Chu Yun saw that there was a very familiar icon under the textile technology column.

"Damn it, Jenny Textile Machine!" How could Chu Yun not understand the weight of these words?

"Diandian!" Chu Yun almost became hysterical.

"Warning, Jenny's textile machine technology requires 50 civilization points. Your civilization point is still 45 points away. Warning, Jenny's textile machine technology requires 50 points..." The cold system sounded.

Puff! Chu Yun is going crazy!
Chapter completed!