The improved model of the Dongfeng 1 came out, and Zhu Shun thought about selling the first generation of the Dongfeng 1 and sharing the research cost.

Zhu Shun knew very well what it meant to hang people's appetites, so he didn't agree directly, looked around, and saw the sturdy entourage behind the prince of Fuwang.

This person is very much like a person, and he casually asked after changing the topic: "What is the name of this person behind the little prince." ”

The prince of Fuwang was all focused on the kind of thing that would explode just now, and replied absentmindedly: "The surname is Zhang, and he doesn't have a name, and the eldest in the family is called Zhang Da." ”

"Let's not talk about this for now, what is the name of the new firearm that Brother Zhu just set off."

Zhu Shun walked to the cellar with the prince of Fuwang and replied, "Rocket, also known as Dongfeng Type 1. ”

"Zhang Da? As a personal companion of the prince of the blessed king, how can he not even have a name, so how about I give him a name. ”

Don't say it's a name, it's okay to give this Zhang Da to Zhu Shun, as long as Zhu Shun is willing to sell the Dongfeng 1 to him.

The prince of Fuwang was digging out his mind to think about what to exchange for Dongfeng Type 1, and replied with or without a match: "Brother Zhu is free." ”

Zhu Shun looked at this sturdy person who looked like a person, and said with a smile: "It's called Zhang Dabiao, how does the little prince feel." ”

The prince of Fuwang didn't know if he was sincere, or in order to echo Zhu Shun, he laughed and said: "Brother Zhu is really good, add a word, and the artistic conception will be different immediately." ”

"Three tigers and one biao, the king of tigers, big and king, big biao is the king of kings."

"As his young master, isn't this son the king of kings."

"Good literary talent, good name, Brother Zhu is really the reincarnation of Wenqu star."

The little prince of the dignified Fu Wangfu Mansion blew a rainbow fart for a rocket, and Zhu Shun couldn't help but want to laugh: "Dongfeng Type 1 can be sold, just prepare the silver for the little prince." ”

Zhu Shun opened the iron door of the cellar and walked into the dry cellar along the steps made of blue bricks.

When the prince saw the scene in front of him, he was stunned on the spot and kept swallowing his saliva.

In the large cellar, near the walls around it, there are braziers.

After the brazier was lit one by one, the whole cellar was lit up, and the contents were clearly visible.

Far from the brazier, there was a wooden shelf on which rockets were placed.

Row after row, densely packed, to say the least there were thousands of rockets.

The prince of Fuwang really laughed, with these rockets, he was still afraid of a fart Goryeo stick mallet.

It's all yours, send you to see Lord Yama, and ask Lord Yama if the underworld is yours.

The prince of Fuwang said arrogantly: "This prince wants it all." ”

The cost of the first generation of Dongfeng Type 1 is about ten taels of silver, and Zhu Shun is ready to sell twenty taels of silver, although it is a little dark, but there is no way.

Who let Zhu Shun monopolize the manufacture of rockets, except for this one, there is no other semicolon.

Zhu Shun stretched out two fingers: "Twenty taels and one, if the little prince needs it, take it all." ”

King Fu glanced at Zhu Shun in disbelief, it was not too expensive, it was too cheap, and stretched out a finger: "One hundred thousand taels of silver, these Dongfeng Type 1 Shizi all want it." ”

"However, let's talk ugly ahead, brothers belong to brothers, you can't only sell twenty taels of silver because of our relationship."

"Isn't this looking down on this son."

Sure enough, others hate to have to ask for money when they buy things, but the prince of Fuwang is good, and he can't wait to sell them at a sky-high price, so he opens his mouth and buys all Dongfeng Type 1 at ten times the price.

The arms deal is not a one-shot deal, it requires a stable long-term buyer, and the price of 20 taels of silver is already sky-high.

If the price is increased again, the wool will be sheared too hard, and no one will consume this Dongfeng Type 1 in the future.

Zhu Shun refused the request of Prince Fu to raise the price this time, and he also knew what his intention was to monopolize the purchase right of Dongfeng Type 1 at a high price.

It's really going to rise to one hundred and two, and I'm afraid that only he, the son of the blessed king, will consume it in the world.

Zhu Shun walked up with the prince of Fuwang, and his younger brother Zhu Yu extinguished the brazier and followed.

Sitting on the Huanghuali official hat chair in the public house, Zhu Shun blew the heat of the official kiln teacup: "Twenty taels is twenty taels." ”

"Twenty thousand taels of silver, the little prince will take them all."

Zhu Shun gritted his teeth and was still unwilling to raise the price, and the prince of Fuwang hummed unhappily.

Well, the voice was very small, and it was too cheap to buy, which made King Fu feel a little embarrassed, and he didn't dare to agree loudly.

After taking a sip of tea, the prince of Fu Wang waved his hand silently, and Jingzhuang walked out with him, closing the carved wooden door.

Without sunlight, the inside of the public house was much darker.

The prince of Fu Wang looked left and right, feeling that no one was eavesdropping, and said mysteriously: "Tomorrow, in the name of buying gunpowder lead bullets, this prince will arrange for his cronies to come over." ”

"When the time comes, Brother Zhu will pack a thousand Dongfeng Type 1 and hide them in the carriage, this thing is too powerful, if the imperial brother knows, we won't be able to eat and walk around."

Wang Gong does not have the eyeliner of Dongchang and Jinyiwei in the bureau, that is because the stickers and books of Wang Gong's bureau are basically old spies who have retired.

The noise caused by the rocket explosion in the past two days has attracted the attention of many old spies.

Fortunately, in the artillery factory, Zhu Yu, the head of the factory, in order to hide people's eyes, often let some sergeants fire cannons at the shooting range, and there is no place where no one is allowed to enter without three hundred taels of silver.

These old spies only think that the artillery factory is researching a new type of artillery, and they are afraid that they will not be able to avoid it.

Even if he wanted to come to the gun factory because of official business, he came in a hurry, left in a hurry, and did not dare to stay for a moment.

It also caused a strange phenomenon that no one wanted to enter the gun factory that could enter and exit at will.

These old spies know a truth very well, the more they know, the faster they will die.

What's more, it is a firearm that the emperor and the great eunuch Wang Chengen attach great importance to, and now it is an important weapon of the country, if you know some secrets that you shouldn't know.

There is only one way to choose, hang yourself, and only then will you not harm your family.

finally survived to the old age, and the old spies hadn't drunk enough wine and eaten enough meat, so how could they be willing to die.

After the two discussed how to transport the rocket out, Zhu Shun personally sent the prince of Fuwang to the door.

Listening to the prince of Fu Wang tell some interesting stories about Nanyang, he finally stood in front of Wang Gongju and gave a word to the prince of Fu Wang: "Little prince, I will send you a word." ”

The prince of Fu Wang restrained the smugness on his face and made a gesture of deferential listening.

When Zhu Shun said this, he couldn't help but want to laugh: "Krypton gold is cool for a while, and krypton gold is always cool." ”

Krypton?

King Fu was puzzled: "What is the solution of krypton? ”

Zhu Shun pointed to the satin waist bag that Jingzhuang personally followed: "Throw money." ”

It's easy to understand by throwing money, but just by linking the whole sentence, King Fu Shizi is a little confused.

The prince of Fuwang has no time to spend here, and he has to rush back to arrange the matter of going to sea.

handed Zhu Shun a smiling face, and rode a Liaodong horse away from Wang Gongju.

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