"Did he say that?" Tang Mo put down the pen with a playful smile on his face, raised his head and looked at Weiss: "The boss of the place where you often buy information wants to cooperate with me.
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"It seems like this. He also agreed to help find the information we wanted about Cyric." Weiss shrugged: "He hopes to talk to you."
"That's no problem, I'm free at any time!" Tang Mo felt that the goddess of luck was really sitting on his shoulder recently, and someone always gave him a pillow when he dozed off.
That Becky's entourage before was sent to his door by accident. Now when he wanted to set up an intelligence agency, another intelligence agency came to his door...
He even felt that this might be the aura of the legendary protagonist, and the talented younger brothers around him seemed to have a tendency to bow down to him.
Tang Mo was even a little impatient at this moment, because he was still extremely weak, but every time he increased his strength, he would usher in a transformation.
Thinking of this, he tapped the drawing in front of him twice with his fingers, and said to Weiss: "Although it seems to be more in our interests to let them dry out and whet their appetite... But the current situation is
, we don’t have time to waste on such useless psychological games.”
After saying that, he directly gave the order and told Weiss: "Go again and tell the talker at the Silver Fox Tavern that I will treat him to dinner tonight."
"That's a good idea. Do we have anything delicious to eat tonight?" Wes cheered up and asked while agreeing.
"Maybe... you can bring a fish when you come back?" Tang Mo knew that he didn't have much spare money in his hands. In fact, he never had any spare money in his hands.
Weiss' expression suddenly fell. He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "I really hope you can be kinder to yourself."
"Don't worry, when I have money, I will let you know what it means to spend money like water." Tang Mo laughed, and then continued to draw the drawing with his head down.
Weiss couldn't tell what kind of drawing Tang Mo was drawing, because it was a three-dimensional view of a complicated part.
If someone who is familiar with these parts sees it, they will definitely see that what Tang Mo is drawing is a machine tool part.
Tang Mo has always been trying his best to improve his industrial production capabilities, and these precision machine tools, which have undergone countless improvements and have been developed for hundreds of years, are an important basis for his innovation in productivity.
"I hope so." Weiss nodded and turned around and walked out of Tang Mo's room. Before the door was closed, Matthews walked in with a strange look on his face.
He closed the door, then walked to Tang Mo and said to Tang Mo: "That thing is indeed spinning. I can't understand it, so I came here to discuss it with you."
"There's nothing surprising about this, it's just an application of electricity." Tang Mo didn't take it seriously, because he was already accustomed to things like electricity before traveling through time.
"Electricity... is a strange word to me." The dwarf Matthews said angrily: "But... it is indeed a great thing."
Originally, a complicated linkage device that required a lot of chains, transmission devices, and messy gears was really low in the extreme in front of Tang Mo's new "electric" energy transmission.
Now, with only a few special magic wires and some equipment, all the lathes and drills in the two factories can automatically rotate, eliminating the need for boilers and steam engines that were originally necessary.
In other words, the factories built after Tang Mo only need to be connected to this magic cable to start running. The steam engines and equipment responsible for providing power can be completely centralized.
This can not only save a large amount of steel for manufacturing steam engines, but also save power transmission devices, increase the distance of power transmission, and speed up the construction of factories.
Such a great thing has even made Matthews feel fear - because he can no longer see how far away the future Tang Mo mentioned is.
The copper wire wrapped with a strange substance suddenly accelerated Tang Mo's construction of new factory buildings, making Tang Mo's factory expansion plan even more crazy.
"It's a pity that the light bulbs haven't been made yet. Otherwise, we could have made this place better." Tang Mo sighed with regret and continued to draw the drawings.
He originally hoped to start arranging the electric lighting system in his factory at the same time. But it turned out that things did not go as smoothly as he imagined because he could not make an incandescent light bulb by hand.
Tang Mo could clumsily complete some simple chemical designs based on the information retrieved from the supercomputer in his mind. He could also call the drawings and assemble the parts according to the above steps to assemble a pistol.
However, his hands-on ability is indeed limited. He really has no way to bake glass by himself, blow out a light bulb, and fill it with krypton and xenon gas...
In the small town of Bunas, he could not find a workshop that could manufacture such products. There were only glass workshops, not even a workshop capable of producing tungsten wire...
Although he could make some tungsten wire himself, obviously there was no way to achieve the quality and quantity he wanted.
As a result, he could only continue to use the deceptive gas lamp honestly, filling the whole room with an unpleasant smell that made people despair.
"About...the matter of the Cyric Consortium..." Matthews did not leave, but considered his words and mentioned Cyric to Tang Mo.
"Huh?" Tang Mo raised his head with interest and looked at the old dwarf who always called him master.
"I hope we can defeat them! No matter what happens, as long as you need anything, you can tell me! I am willing to work for you until late at night..." Although he was obviously prepared, Matthews said this
I was still a little nervous and seemed a little incoherent.
Tang Mo finally figured out what he was going to say. With a smile on his face, he comforted Matthews and said, "Don't worry! I won't be defeated by Cyric, and we will defeat this one day."
Rotten opponents who look powerful but are actually weak! We will win and then trample them into the dirt!"
"I'm going to entertain friends in the evening, so I won't go to the cafeteria. Tell Aunt Cuixi for me and ask her to cook a few dishes and bring them to me." Tang Mo drew a picture.
The drawing was placed on the other side of the table, and then continued drawing on a new piece of drawing paper.
Because he was just copying, Tang Mo drew very quickly, but he was still occupied with drawing a lot of time, which always reminded him of the protagonist of a novel he read when he was bored in his previous life.
The poor protagonist of the novel is a guy nicknamed the "humanoid self-propelled drawing machine". He also devotes himself to technological innovation every day, draws many advanced drawings, and initiates many technological innovations.
Compared to that guy, Tang Mo's current situation is obviously worse. He is not a lord, does not have his own army, does not have his own territory, and does not even have enough development funds.
How he hopes that a madman will discover his potential stock and invest 180 billion in one go, so that he can immediately complete the accumulation of original capital.
It's a pity that he didn't have such good luck, so he could only expand his factory bit by bit, train the recruit camp bit by bit, and start teaching classes bit by bit...
"Okay! Can I ask, are those strange substances wrapped in copper wires a new material you invented?" Matthews gave a salute, then walked out the door, opened the door, and turned back
, asked finally.
Tang Mo didn't even raise his head and answered: "That's rubber. We saved some in the warehouse before. Part of it was used for the steam engine's air-closing valve, and the rest was made into insulating sheaths for wires."
Matthews got the answer and obviously felt much better. Although he still didn't understand a series of issues about electricity, he could at least confirm one thing - Tang Mo would definitely tell him all these things, sooner or later.
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What he didn't know was that in the room, Tang Mo, whose thoughts had been aroused by him, was sitting there with a sad expression on his face.
Because Tang Mo talked about rubber, he suddenly felt huge pressure on raw materials: Bunas, where he was located, did not produce rubber.
These precious rubber materials are all transported from the sea, the quantity is small, and the price is not cheap.
Tang Mo, who wanted to develop industry, was actually very sensitive to these important industrial materials. He immediately realized that Bunas, where he started, was not suitable for large-scale industrial production.
Although there is coal and iron here, there are a few other things missing: rubber produced in the south and oil, which has become the blood of industry!
Without these two things, Tang Mo's industrial expansion would not be completed, or in other words, he would not be able to truly establish a self-sufficient industrial base in Bunas in a short period of time.
The game is still convenient. Tang Mo sighed in his mind. If this is a game, put down a base car and all the problems will be solved!
Tang Mo rubbed his brows and began to think about how the two parties should cooperate (hu) with you (you) if they meet at the Silver Fox Tavern later.
A mosquito's legs are also meat. Now any force that can be united or incorporated is too precious to him.
In order to be able to cope with the coming stormy waves, he felt that this dinner should be delicious. If this Silver Fox Tavern was worthy of use, then he would hire it.
As for how much it costs...it hurts feelings to talk about money, right?
