When night fell, the captain of the Elf clan brought a carriage full of messy things, which really opened Tang Mo's eyes.
The jewelry, some books, and other things that were hastily piled in the carriage really filled the carriage.
Tang Mo sorted out various books and placed them by the wall, leaving only a bunch of trinkets that seemed to be more valuable.
At this moment, on his desk, there were gold eyeglass frames, a few dentures, several rings, and seven or eight necklaces of different thicknesses.
What's even more interesting is that John also had someone send him a pair of pistols. It looked like these pistols were not for use, but specially made decorations.
Both pistols have ivory handles, carved with various reliefs, and inlaid with metal barrels. They are the first generation Cyric flintlocks, and the muzzles are still trumpet-shaped.
Tang Mo was playing with a ring that didn't look too valuable. When he saw Roger pushing the door open and coming in, he motioned for him to sit down casually: "Uncle Roger... Take a look at it, whichever one you like, I'll give it to you."
"What do I need these things for? They are useless." Roger refused with a smile: "I came here to tell you that just now, the fourth steam engine prepared for Beiling has been assembled."
"Thank you for your hard work, everyone." Tang Mo looked at some not-so-valuable decorations on the table, pointed at them with his finger, and signaled to Luo Jiedie: "You take 20... and reward them to the 20 workers who have performed best recently!
"
"Everyone is very grateful to you. They work overtime every day to make the steam engine. On the one hand, they really think this machine is great, and on the other hand, they want to repay you for everything you have done for them. Therefore, it is completely unnecessary to give them these things.
"
"The reward mechanism must exist at all times! If you want the horse to run, you must feed it properly and spur it at the right time! Both are indispensable." Tang Mo's management concepts are much more advanced than what Roger knows, so
In this regard, he prefers to stick to his guns.
"I listen to you." Roger walked to the desk, picked randomly, found some really worthless ones, and put them in his pocket.
"The Elf people have already started handing over the ships. Bernard and Redman brought 150 people there, so there shouldn't be any problems."
"It's safer to let them keep an eye on our gold coins! There are tens of thousands of gold coins on those ships. It's safer for you to go and see them in person tonight."
"Okay, I'll go to the pier right away."
"Starting tomorrow, we will take half of the naval guns off the ship and transport them here to resmelt them... We are still too short of steel, so we can only do this first."
"In addition, starting from tomorrow, we will use a carriage to transport the gold coins on the ship back! I don't worry if they always leave them at the dock."
"Understood! Leave this matter to me."
Tang Mo suddenly changed the subject, picked up a ring that looked expensive, and handed it to Roger: "Ah...Uncle Roger! Do you like this?"
"I, I don't have to..." Roger waved his hand quickly.
"Take it!" Tang Mo insisted. As he spoke, he put the ring on Roger's somewhat thick finger: "Not bad, it fits well."
"This ring costs at least 10 gold coins... Although we have money now, we can't..." Roger wanted to take off the ring and return it to Tang Mo, but Tang Mo stopped him.
Tang Mo put his hand on Roger's and persuaded with a smile: "The days will get better and better, believe me, Uncle Roger. One day, we will become the richest people in the world, so this
The ring... is just a commemoration."
"I will always carry it." Roger moved Tang Mo's hand away, but did not take off the ring on his hand. Instead, he stared at the small gem on the ring and insisted softly.
"Don't say such things so early, Uncle Roger! We will have better things in the future!" Tang Mo said to Roger with a smile: "Help me call Leif in! By the way, there is also Wes!"
"Okay!" Roger turned around and walked out. Soon Loew walked in and was slightly stunned when he saw the things on Tang Mo's table.
"Which one do you like? Pick one for yourself." Tang Mo pointed to the gold necklace and gold ring on the table, and said to Loew: "I am very satisfied with the training of the new recruits. Thank you for your efforts."
"How can you be so embarrassed, boss?" Loew scratched his head and quickly refused.
"You're welcome! We are a family, right?" Tang Mo pointed at the gold jewelry on the table: "I asked you to come here today because I asked you to take it. Don't be formal. Roger just took one too."
"Okay, okay." Loew finally picked up a pocket watch that seemed to be well-made on the table: "Thank you, thank you boss! I will definitely work harder..."
Tang Mo pointed to another pocket watch of similar quality beside him: "Take this to Bernard, he probably also wants a good pocket watch."
"Yes! Boss!" Loew picked up the pocket watch, put it in his pocket, then turned around and walked out.
The next person who came in was Weiss. Without Tang Mo's introduction, Weiss walked to the table, picked up a gold ring, put it on his finger and looked at it: "It's so beautiful! It's probably for a first mate, ordinary crew members can't wear it.
Such a beautiful ring.”
The reason why these jewelry can be carried around by these elves obviously has some value. Some are inherited from ancestors, and some are expensive. In short, there are still many good things.
Therefore, it is obviously very good to be selected by Tang Mo and rewarded to the people around him. Just like the gold ring on Weiss's finger, it is estimated to be worth at least 10 gold coins.
But having said that, because these things are only the crew’s personal belongings, there won’t be any that are too valuable – after all, they are just the crew’s personal belongings…
"Take it if you like it." Tang Mo said nonchalantly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Can I choose a few more? You know, I am more greedy for money." Weiss asked unceremoniously.
"Well, take whatever you like," Tang Mo continued to say nonchalantly.
Weiss grabbed another sterling silver pocket watch and hung it on his body: "I knew I was with the wrong person. I can make a fortune really quickly with you."
As he spoke, he hung a gold necklace around his neck and began to look at the books in the corner.
"Don't take the books. After all, I need them to decorate the study room." Tang Mo followed Weiss' gaze and said.
"Okay!" Wes seemed a little unfinished, and finally grabbed a few more gold buttons and put them into his pocket: "Okay, if there is a next time, I hope to get better ones."
"No problem." Tang Mo pointed to a ring on the table and said to Weiss: "Bring this ring to Aunt Trish for me. Thank you for taking care of her all the time."
"Hey! This looks pretty good! Haha!" Wes picked up the gold ring, compared it with the one on his finger, and then nodded: "Thank you, boss! I guess Aunt Tracy gave me a meal recently.
My hands will no longer shake."
"Tomorrow, accompany me to the pier, and then to the Silver Fox Tavern." Tang Mo issued the eviction order.
"Am I going alone? Or should I bring a few people with me?" Wes also put away his joking expression and asked seriously.
"Bring two people with you. After all...you have to bring a lot of money with you." Tang Mo thought for a while and said.
"Got it!" Wes nodded, turned around and walked out.
Tang Mo leaned back on his chair and began to sort out in his mind what he had to do tomorrow: he was going to see his fleet, and then he was going to start carrying gold coins, and he was going to the Silver Fox Tavern on the way.
There are really a lot of things to do. It seems that he will not have time to go to the laboratory to get his own chemical preparations tomorrow, nor will he have time to walk around the construction site... It is a bit of a pity.
In addition to these things, he also has to distribute some of the remaining junk, including iron tools and random things, to the workers so that everyone can get rewards - this is also a big project, and it is estimated that it will not be completed in two hours...
In addition, we have to find a way to deal with the hundreds of obsolete Cyric flintlock guns sent from Beiling... Tang Mo thought of this and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers. He really had a lot of headaches.
ah.
Thinking of these 700 flintlock muskets, Tang Mo suddenly realized that there were probably more than 1,800 Cyric flintlock muskets in Earl Fisherot's hands that were being gradually phased out.
Including the guns sent to him now, the flintlock muskets he has to deal with are not hundreds, but more than two thousand!
Including spare ones and possibly hidden ones, the total number of flintlock muskets he has to deal with may be 3,000!
"Alas..." Tang Mo sighed, feeling that he was really unlucky - other time-travelers had probably used artificial satellites for such a long time, while he was still wasting his time on a needle gun. What a comparison.
People have to die...
"I'm desperate too!" Tang Mo couldn't help but lamented - do you think this is a scam or not? He is an arms dealer who sells needle guns and revolvers. As a result, he traveled to the present and sold needle guns for a total of no.
There are more than 2,000, but about 3,000 flintlock guns may have to be sold...what the hell...
When he finally felt sleepy, he stood up, turned around and saw the quilt he had just folded...
At this moment, he was in a mess... How can you pretend to be a good person... Doesn't he look good with a girl who warms the bed? He has to end up like this.
"Alas..." He let out a long sigh and opened up the quilt he had just folded. He felt like he had wronged the quilt. If he had known that he would still sleep alone, why would you be tossing the quilt when you said you had nothing to do...
Tomorrow will definitely be exciting...and work seems to be getting on the right track recently. Thinking of this, Tang Mo stuffed the pistol under his pillow and fell into a deep sleep.
