Sauron has been enjoying his life recently, but he is also a little frightened.
As the Sheriff of Bunas, he can be said to be very proud of himself recently, because he received an extra 10 gold coins as a "reward" from Tang Mo.
Of course he knew where the extra income came from, but the bribe still allowed him to buy a ring and a pair of earrings for his lover.
Such generosity has skyrocketed his status with his lover, so much so that recently when he went to work, his legs felt a little weak.
He has reached middle age and is no longer the strong young man. While sighing and holding his old waist, Solan carefully performed waist-twisting exercises in the office.
The reason why he was uneasy, uneasy, and even a little frightened was because he had never heard of Becky again, nor had he seen any subsequent movements from the Cyric Conglomerate.
When things have developed to this point, he is a little scared. If this matter comes to light and reaches the ears of the living hell king Xiu Yijith of Cyric Consortium... then his life will be over...
So he has been very nervous recently, and he doesn't dare to ask more about Becky, for fear that others will connect Becky with him.
As people reach middle age, it really becomes more and more difficult. He sighed secretly in his heart, his face full of decadence and depression at noon.
At this moment, there was a knock on his door.
"Come in!" Sauron held his waist, stopped moving, and ordered.
A guard pushed open the door of Solon's office, bowed slightly, and immediately reported: "Sir! Mr. Tang Mo is here."
"Huh?" Sauron was stunned, and then he immediately realized that it was the young man who often bribed him who came to visit. So he immediately said: "Please come in, Mr. Tang Mo."
As soon as Tang Mo entered the room, he complimented Sauron and said, "My lord's room is really uniquely decorated!"
"What the hell! It's so shabby, it makes Mr. Tang laugh!" Solan said politely. As he said this, he remembered Becky who came here last time, so he became more and more fond of the respectful Tang Mo.
Seeing that there was no one else in the room and the door had been closed tightly, Tang Mo adjusted his volume slightly and said to Sauron: "Sir Sauron, I haven't expressed my gratitude to you before. Thank you for sending me the relevant information.
Someone covets my business note."
Sauron immediately came up with a quality third company, and quickly waved his hand to show that I didn't, I didn't say it before: "Ah! Sir Knight, I have never asked anyone to send any note. You must have remembered the wrong person."
"Really? Hahaha! It's possible... However, this time, I came here to repay you for your kindness." Tang Mo knew that old bureaucrats like Sauron were cautious, so he continued.
Hey, so this guy came here to give me money? Hearing what Tang Mo said, Soran immediately showed a bright smile on his face.
Since he helped Tang Mo, he naturally wanted to get more benefits. For a bureaucrat like him, the more free money, the better.
Tang Mo waved his hand, looking as if he didn't deserve it: "I don't want to accept the kindness of acquaintance, but it's just a small favor. It's just a small favor."
It’s hard to imagine that he, who is just 18 years old, can put on such a mature look: "In this way, you are just being ignorant. The small favor you mentioned has benefited me a lot!"
Of course, Sauron, who is also an actor, also showed a righteous and awe-inspiring look: "After all, I am still the peace officer here, and I should do something for the people under my rule. It should be!"
"Since you are so upright and upright, then if the people under your rule are willing to help you with some small favors, you will definitely not refuse." Tang Mo continued to chat with Sauron in his arms.
Solan felt quite comfortable being touched along the fur, and a pleasant expression appeared on his face: "Hahahaha! Talking to Mr. Tang is interesting! Interesting! I wonder what Mr. Tang is here for this time?"
"Look at what you said, sir, aren't you just here to pay bribes?" Tang Mo said directly, without any hesitation.
"Pfft..." Sauron almost spit it out.
Tang Mo saw Sauron's barely suppressed expression and found it very interesting. He continued: "We are all smart people. In front of Lord Sauron, I will not say anything."
"..." Sauron was silent, staring at Tang Mo, waiting for Tang Mo to continue speaking.
Tang Mo didn't beat around the bush, but directly explained his purpose: "I got a batch of Cyric flintlock guns. It's useless for me to hold them. There are hundreds of them. I think you should be able to use them here."
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After hearing this, Sauron looked uninterested and laughed: "Hahaha! Mr. Tang may have really wasted his trip this time. The weapons I have here are all issued by the kingdom. Why?"
Will it be useful?"
Tang Mo raised his eyebrows and asked in a long voice, "Is it...?"
"What?" Sauron felt a little guilty, but still asked.
Tang Mo gave a precise figure: "If Bunas is fully allocated Cyric's flintlock guns, there should be 400 in stock. Am I right?"
"..." Sauron didn't speak either, but continued to wait for Tang Mo to continue.
Tang Mo did not let Sauron wait for too long and continued directly: "However, the police officers who have been receiving empty wages over the years are not as diligent and caring as Lord Sauron. They are not only eating empty wages, but also emptying their inventory.
The weapons were also secretly taken out and sold for gold coins."
Without waiting for Sauron to speak again, Tang Mo told the information he got from the Silver Fox Tavern: "Including the garrison of another battalion south of Bunas, the weapons arsenals of the two barracks originally
The 800 Cyric flintlock guns that should really exist are probably not even 200 guns anymore!"
It was precisely because he got the exact information that he came here to sell the 700 useless Cyric flintlock guns at a good price.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You...how do you know?" Sauron was startled when he heard this, and asked nervously.
Tang Mo acted like an old god and hid the fact that someone had leaked the secret. Instead, he pretended to be a clever strategist and said, "Sir, don't worry about someone leaking the secret. In fact, even if no one tells me, I can just guess."
The approximate result has been reached.”
In fact, it was only because he had a rough guess that he used his strength to investigate this aspect. After all, most Chinese people who had experienced the late Ming and late Qing Dynasties were well aware of this shortcoming.
Then, he threatened Sauron and said: "The war has been clouded recently. The kingdom must count the weapons, at least to pretend... If the shortage of weapons is revealed... it won't be fun."
Sauron became even more nervous, because he knew that what Tang Mo said did make sense. The situation had been really tense recently, and it looked like a war was going to break out at any time.
But before, he had a tough mouth and gritted his teeth and said that he had no shortage of weapons. In fact, it was not because he was bold, but because he really did not have the ability to purchase weapons, so he had to fill the hole on his own.
So, he sighed helplessly: "I didn't sell those guns alone! My previous ones..."
Hearing what Sauron said, Tang Mo immediately continued: "I know, I know, sir! I know! Of course I know! But after you took office, you signed the acceptance document. This cannot be faked.
…When the time comes, I’m afraid that the higher-ups in the kingdom will still think that your…sin is a bit bigger.”
"...So, you plan to sell these weapons to me at a high price?" Sauron was very bachelor: "Let's make a deal first! I have no money."
Tang Mo pretended to be shocked, and quickly waved his hands and said: "Are you kidding me... If you think that I am planning to come here to make a fortune, then it would be too contemptuous of our friendship."
"Then...?" Sauron was stunned, and seemed to have found a glimmer of hope. He looked at Tang Mo and asked in a long voice.
Tang Mo smiled and gave a very low price: "Actually, I plan to use one-third of the price to sell these weapons... to you." Tang Mo gave a discount that was so great that Sauron didn't even think about it.
Unexpected price.
In fact, although Sauron excused himself by saying that he sold the weapons when he took office, he actually did so himself.
At that time, there were less than 190 Cyric flintlock rifles in his warehouse, but he still bit the bullet and took out more than 70 rifles and sold them to black market merchants.
Now, as Tang Mo had guessed, there were less than one hundred and twenty Cyric flintlock guns in the warehouse.
The price at which he sold these flintlock guns was half the price of the flintlock guns sold by the Cyric Consortium!
But now, Tang Mo was planning to sell a batch of flintlock guns at one-third of the price on the market to help him fill his warehouse, which really made him tempted.
This time, after taking the kickback gun and returning to the warehouse, for Sauron, it was much better than leaving the warehouse empty and worrying every day.
It's just that the money to buy the gun requires him to spit out the stolen money he had eaten before, which is as uncomfortable as cutting out his heart.
So he hesitated, unwilling to agree, but reluctant to refuse. He was extremely entangled for a while, and his frown looked very interesting.
Tang Mo approached Sauron, lowered his voice and made a proposal that Sauron could not refuse: "Sir, you are not the only one who is short of weapons. Please ask the surrounding garrisons and other fellow police officers... Contact us
Contact... In case everyone has this demand... If your demand is large, what if I send you 300 rifles?"
Having said this, Sauron also realized that this was not only a good opportunity to fill the hole, but also a good opportunity to make a fortune.
So, he rubbed his hands and the smile on his face gradually became sincere: "This...how am I so embarrassed."