When Tang Mo heard John's laughter, he knew that his business was successful this time, so a smile appeared on his face, and he replied with a smile: "15 gold coins! A K1 fast gun! The matching set.
Equipment and bullets are priced separately!”
"The price is very fair, at least it's not overpriced." John smiled, nodded, and agreed directly without even counter-offering.
This made Tang Mo a little uncomfortable. He felt that it seemed a bit unkind to him to rip off customers like this.
But he also knew that as long as the elves in front of him could transport these K1 guns back to their own countries, they would definitely make a profit at this price.
Moreover, as long as they present these weapons to their own country, the benefits they may gain from high-level leadership will be greater.
"So, how many rifles like this are you willing to order?" Tang Mo, as a businessman, immediately threw his conscience to the wind and asked.
"I hope to order 1,000 of these rifles." John thought for a moment and gave a number: "Excuse me, can you deliver these weapons to me within a reasonable time?"
"What is a reasonable time?" Tang Mo uncorked the bottle, poured himself another glass of ale, and asked.
John stretched out three slender fingers and gave a short time: "I can only stay here for three days at most, so is it possible for you to complete this order within three days?"
"This is indeed a bit difficult..." Tang Mo felt that these elves were really rich and actually ordered 1,000 expensive weapons.
The full price of these weapons is at least 20,000 gold coins. This is not a small number. It may be the entire income of this shipping trip: I am afraid this is still the gross profit including the cost.
John actually didn't plan to spend so much money to buy so many K1 guns. He wanted to go back with the samples, present them to his father, and get more gold coins from his father.
When his father is happy, he might reward him with a manor, which is a more enviable property than 1,000 gold coins.
John thought that Tang Mo could produce dozens of fast guns in three days at most, and the inventory would not exceed fifty.
Because muskets are expensive and expensive, ordinary merchants will not hoard a large number of products before finding a buyer.
So, he asked confidently: "So, how many such rifles can you give me within three days? Three? Thirty?"
"I can probably deliver 500 rifles to you... If you are willing to pay the extra cost for overtime production, then I can probably deliver about 700 rifles." Tang Mo calculated it carefully and answered.
"Well, the production speed of seventy pieces is still...what did you say?" John subconsciously prepared to speak, but was suddenly frightened by the number Tang Mo said.
"I said, if you are willing to pay me for overtime production, I may be able to deliver you about 700 rifles." Tang Mo emphasized with a smile.
Tang Mo's factory has just completed its expansion recently. He has three factories that can produce K1 fast guns. If he can get the corresponding materials, he is really confident that he can produce 700 K1 fast guns within 3 days and work overtime.
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However, Tang Mo knew that the more high-tech a weapon was, the better it could be sold at a higher price.
The reason why the K1 Quick Gun was able to sell for such a high price, and the wealthy elves on the other side did not even bargain, was also because Tang Mo's weapon completely surpassed the Cyric Flintlock in technology.
Therefore, Tang Mo not only wants to sell the K1 fast gun, but also hopes to sell the outdated revolver to these elves in front of him.
Because the production speed of a revolver is actually not much slower than that of a K1 fast gun, but the price can be increased to more than ten times.
Of course, if possible, he even wanted to sell the steam engine to these elves: including the blueprints of the weapons, the steam engine, and the complete set of production technology.
"Are you kidding?" John frowned, looked at Tang Mo and said in a bad tone: "Do you know how long it takes a worker to make a gun barrel?"
"I know that one worker can produce about 4 barrels a day." Tang Mo gave a conservative figure. In fact, his workers can produce 5 or even 6 barrels a day.
"This is impossible! A worker cannot drill out one barrel of a Cyric flintlock gun in a day!" John stood up and emphasized, staring into Tang Mo's eyes.
"I have new technology, sir." Tang Mo explained matter-of-factly: "So, I said before that I was the owner of a company. There is a slight difference between a company... and a workshop."
"Even if you have the skills, can you guarantee that the barrels you produce are all qualified?" The elf captain standing behind John continued to question Tang Modao.
Tang Mo shrugged and replied, "You can place the order, right? If I can't complete it, you can get compensation."
"You!" The captain wanted to step forward again, but was stopped by John's hand.
"Do you really have the means to produce 200 K1 guns like this a day?" John looked at Tang Mo again and asked word for word.
Tang Mo nodded and replied: "This requires workers to work overtime. Under normal circumstances, it is a more economical choice to produce about 100 K1 guns a day."
"I want 100! Plus all the supporting... equipment!" John thought for a while and gave a thoughtful number.
"Didn't you say you wanted 1,000..." Tang Mo almost blurted out this sentence - but at the most critical moment, he swallowed it back in his throat.
He knew that the previous statement that the other party wanted 1,000 such K1 guns was obviously exaggerated.
When it came time to actually place the order, the other party was obviously more serious, and the figures he gave were obviously much more pragmatic.
"No problem!" Tang Mo didn't think that 100 K1 rifles was a small business at all. Because he knew that the other party would not only buy 100 rifles.
A country may order 10,000 or even 100,000 rifles. If the whole world uses Tang's K1 fast rifle, Tang Mo may be the richest man in the world.
After hearing Tang Mo's words, John nodded slightly and continued to speak solemnly: "Let's get to know each other again. My name is Augustine John..."
"Tang Mo. The boss of Datang Group." Tang Mo also introduced himself again.
"Can I take the liberty to ask? If...we give you enough profits, are you willing to move your...business...to my country?" John considered his words and said: "We
I can give you a title, and your craftsmen will receive generous rewards. Elves are never stingy..."
"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult." Tang Mo embarrassedly rejected John's solicitation: "Because we have other businesses here."
John sat back on the chair and seemed to have figured out the key: since these damn humans have come up with a brand new weapon, they will definitely sell it to the neighboring nobles and their own country immediately.
This is simply a given.
Therefore, Tang Mo must have an official background in the Wright Kingdom, and may even be a confidant of the king - therefore, the elf's solicitation, especially his informal solicitation, obviously does not have much temptation.
It's a pity that he thought wrong and guessed completely wrong...
John, who thought he had figured out the key, could only temporarily give up his plan to recruit Tang Mo directly, and instead said: "You can draft a contract immediately and produce 100 K1 guns for us immediately... You can deposit the deposit
Take away 10%, but you have to keep these two guns!"
"Two?" Tang Mo deliberately made a gesture of being stunned for a moment, and then asked with confusion on his face: "What two?"
"Didn't you bring two K1 guns?" John asked in confusion, pointing to the box carried by Loew.
"Oh! Mr. John! Obviously you misunderstood." Tang Mo quickly took out his talent, pointed at Loew's box and said, "This is not a K1 gun."
"What is that? A box for money?" John asked with a smile.
"This is what I am going to sell to you...another brand-new weapon!" Tang Mo pretended to be sophisticated, pointed to the box in Loew's hand with both hands, and said loudly: "For you, for your brave officer,
For the noble knights, prepare... the best! Weapons!"
"Officer?" John frowned again. He was a little overwhelmed by Tang Mo's exaggerated sales pitch, because he had never met such a "businessman" before.
At the moment, the businessman is excitedly introducing his product: "Yes! Here are two pistols! Specially designed and manufactured for officers, the best and most effective self-defense weapons!"
"You don't have to be so...exaggerated." John stretched out his hand, trying to stop Tang Mo's exaggerated speech.
But Tang Mo's next words made the elf noble suddenly forget what he wanted to say...
Because, he heard Tang Mo solemnly declare: "This is a pistol that can fire continuously! While your enemy is still loading his garbage-like Cyric flintlock pistol, you can already fire
The second shot, or even the third shot!”
"Let me recommend it to you! The most advanced pistol in the world in a hundred years! Down revolver! An epoch-making pistol!" He took the box from Loew's hand and placed it flatly on John's.
In front of him, he pointed the front of the box at John and opened the box: "You only need to try it once and you won't be able to put it down... Trust me! This is the ultimate weapon you have always dreamed of owning!"
As he spoke, he pushed the box towards John. At this moment, John lowered his head involuntarily and looked at the contents of the box.
Then, he saw two strange shiny silver pistols lying flat in the box, with ammunition and flash caps placed next to them.
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It’s my birthday today, but I think of my mother very, very much.