The corners of Zheng Fei's mouth hung a wry smile with complicated meanings, and finally looked at the base under the hillside in the distance, and raised his eyebrows: "I don't like smart people like you." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"As I don't like you. Brad responded with a smile.

Under the moonlight, they walked down the hill and got into the carriage and hurried back.

Next.

Brad went out early in the morning to do what Zheng Fei had told him.

In order not to arouse the suspicion of Duke Tukman, Zheng Fei detained the thirty ships of gunpowder from the arms dealer, loaded them onto a flatbed truck, and went to the base in the evening to trade with the duke.

The vast convoy lined up for thousands of kilometers and arrived at the base as the sun was about to fade and the mountains in the distance.

Duke Tukman was already waiting at the gate of the base, and he stood majestically with his head held high, and when he saw the convoy coming around from behind the hillside, he finally smiled and said a few words to his cronies.

The convoy gradually approached, forming a neat phalanx in the open space in front of the base.

"You're so punctual. The duke smiled at Zheng Fei and looked up at the convoy and the coachmen, and couldn't help frowning.

Such a neat phalanx, like a well-trained chariot troops, and then look at this group of coachmen, the solid arm outlines are hidden under the simple coarse cloth clothes, and the eyes are full of unruly fighting spirit, which makes him can't help but think of the legendary Spartan warriors...

He couldn't help but have doubts in his heart, and before he had time to think about it carefully, he listened to Zheng Fei's words.

"I brought the goods, what about the money?" Zheng Fei took off his gloves and dusted off his clothes.

"Don't worry. The duke waved his hand and beckoned to the entourage beside him, "Parson, go and inspect the goods." ”

The retinue took the order, walked quickly to a flatbed truck, carried a box of gunpowder from it, pulled out the dagger on his waist and pried it open, then tore open the bag, twisted a pinch of powder, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it.

After a dozen or so cars were spot-checked, all of them were genuine high-quality gunpowder, he returned to the duke, stared at the duke's eyes and nodded.

The duke smiled at Zheng Fei.

"It seems that there is nothing wrong with your goods, I should pay according to the agreed price, but..."

Hearing this, Zheng Fei had a bad premonition, feeling that the person in front of him must be a profiteer.

"But... If you're a well-informed person, you've probably heard that the expedition is about to take place. The Duke continued.

"Yes, but does it have anything to do with our deal?"

"Of course, it matters, it's a long expedition, and our army needs to stock up on enough munitions, so I've recently collected a lot of gunpowder, and I don't have enough money on hand. An imperceptible smile appeared on the duke's serious face.

"So what?" Zheng Fei knew his little abacus and looked at him calmly.

"Well, the price we originally said was 8,000 silver coins a ship, and your cargo looks like it's about 30 ships, I thought, can we lower the price to 5,000?"

"It's outrageous, I got it from Belgium for six thousand. ”

Zheng Fei pretended to be very angry, but in fact, he was not interested in bargaining with the other party, anyway, all the gunpowder in the base would have to go into his pocket sooner or later... He just wanted to pretend to be a qualified arms dealer.

"Oh my God, don't be angry. The duke waved his hand, rolled his eyes, and smiled undiminishedly: "In this way, if you think the price is not suitable, you can leave the goods here first, and I will give you an IOU, and then I will give you money at the price of eight thousand when I have enough money in the future." You know, our expeditionary force will take back countless gold and silver treasures, and as a general of the artillery unit, I can get a lot of it. ”

"No, I can't. Zheng Fei stared at his eyes, shook his head decisively, and then beckoned everyone to go back in a fake way.

After a pause of two seconds, the Duke's threatening voice rang in his ears.

"You don't have the right to choose. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw the duke raise his arm with a calm face, and the soldiers in the base moved with the signal, holding muskets and quickly pouring out, surrounding the convoy lined up in a phalanx, and raising the muzzle of the black hole.

I knew it would be like this. Zheng Fei muttered in his heart, raised his eyebrows, and turned to look at the duke: "What do you want?"

"Five thousand. The duke said lightly, not bothering to raise his eyelids.

"Won't your reputation be affected by this, and who will want to do business with you in the future?"

Hearing this, the duke sneered: "After the expedition plan is implemented, I will board the ship with the artillery unit and set off with the expeditionary force, and I will not do this in the future." ”

"Well, it looks like I don't really have a choice. Zheng Fei smiled bitterly and stretched out his hand: "Five thousand and one boats, take the money." ”

The Duke curled the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, and beckoned his attendants to carry over the large boxes that had been prepared.

"Here are 150,000 silver coins, it's a pleasure to work with you. He made a gentlemanly bend.

"I'm happy too. Zheng Fei moved the corners of his mouth and asked the box to be carried into the car and leave the heavily defended base.

Back at the manor, the imprisoned arms dealer Sauron learned that he had only sold for 150,000 yuan, and he couldn't help but open his mouth wide and pull his hair in frustration.

"My God, I can sell that batch of goods for 400,000 yuan! What I feel most distressed about is not that you robbed me of my goods, but that you let those nobles take advantage of them in vain!"

"Rest assured, they can't take it. Zheng Fei smiled evilly: "You and your subordinates have to stay here for a while, and then release you when my business is done." ”

With that, he silently went back to his room and sat down at his desk, dragging a glass of red wine in his hand, and turned his head to stare out the window, waiting for news from Brad.

Silent late night, the manor of Duke Tuckerman.

The Duke came out of his third wife's room with a yawn, put on his clothes and went to the study, and told the butler to warm up a glass of milk, and when the butler had left, he felt the book from the shelf and took out the letters that were caught inside.

It was handed over by someone from the royal family about a plan to usurp the throne.

"Heh, the title of commander-in-chief of the expeditionary force is indeed much better than that of the general of the artillery unit. He smiled slightly, threw the letter into the stove, and stared at the night sky with his hands behind his back, longing for the status he was about to obtain.

"Yes, Lord Commander. A voice chimed in.

"I love that title. He twisted his neck in comfort, but at that moment, the smile on his face suddenly stopped, and he immediately turned back.

"Who are you?" he looked at the man in front of him who had come to his room at some point, and took a half-step back vigilantly.

"My name is Brad and a lot of people like to call me... The Godfather of Killers. Brad smirked, drew his dagger and skilfully played it a few times, staring at him deadly.

In an instant, the duke's pupils couldn't help but dilate, occupied by deep fear. (To be continued.) )