Chapter 800: Do you dare to pretend to be a little more?

The aristocracy was arrogant, but in front of the imperialist Zhang Guangde, the arrogance of the aristocracy was not as valuable as a cannonball. The aristocracy is very realistic, and the greed for money and fear of death is the essence of flamenco. Therefore, flamengo quickly put away his humiliation, this thing is not worth mentioning in the face of interests. The big business that the generals of the Ming Empire said must make a lot of money.

"Okay, Your Excellency the Ambassador-General, I think we should have a cup of black tea, and then we should sit down and talk slowly and get to know each other better?" Flamenco looked very decent, and elegantly straightened the mustache. It's a pity that the ** in his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

Zhang Guangde didn't take this guy too seriously at all, if he didn't have any use value, he didn't mind letting the battleship's artillery fire tell the guy in front of him that he was pretending to be forced, what is "the axiom is within the range of the cannon!" He turned his head and glanced at it: "Kanon, what are the good recommendations for afternoon tea?" ”

"Master, the kitchen has mung bean cakes made in the morning, West Lake Longjing tea picked before Qingming and Wuyi Mountain black tea." Kanon quickly got into the role, this woman is so smart, and the position is extremely accurate. This kind of intelligence is not innate, but the summary of experience honed in a long and difficult life.

"The mung bean cake is good, the tea is still on the tip of Xinyang Maojian, and the set of glass cups is sent." Zhang Guangde, who had a good background, decided to teach this European turtle a lesson, to say that drinking tea China is definitely the ancestor. As for the chefs and tailors that come with them, there's nothing too much to boast about. After the Zhang family became an upstart because of the glass products trading in Dengzhou, they had the conditions to pretend to be forced. If you don't have the conditions to create conditions, you have to install it. In the Ming Dynasty, the Zhang family, who have too poor background, can not have much room to pretend, but in Europe. That's really how you want to pretend. "The red clay stove is a must, and the charcoal for boiling water must be the white charcoal brought from the Ming Dynasty,......。" As soon as it was loaded, the flamenco had been completely struck, and the pleasure of drinking afternoon tea in a porcelain cup was gone at this time. There is no way, the Europeans are farmers at this point in time. It's really better than the rich people who enjoy the Ming Dynasty to dump them for more than a dozen streets. To put it mildly, changing the way to eat, drink and have fun Chinese has never lost, it is nothing more than a matter of freshness.

This time anyway. Flamenco is definitely a schoolboy posture, carefully paying attention to Zhang Guangde's every movement, watching the tea leaves pour into the glass, quickly sinking to the bottom and slowly opening his body. It rises slowly like a green bud.

"There are many types of tea in China. As early as the Tang Dynasty 800 years ago, there was a professional book on tea, "The Book of Tea", ...... published. "The knowledge of tea is too deep, and if you take out a little fur, you can fool flamenco and not find the north. In these years, Europeans drank black tea, and when they met a conscientious businessman, they could give some good tea, and when they met a black-hearted businessman, there were not a few leaves on the tea ridge. It was still sold to Europeans as good tea. No way, this era is like this. Otherwise, the British in modern times are holding back. What about bringing tea from China to India for cultivation? The stakes are too great! In modern times, Europeans have made a fortune by opening tea brick factories in China.

After drinking this afternoon tea, flamenco found that he had nothing but knowledge of tea, and what about the big deal? Just as he carefully swallowed the last piece of mung bean cake, a piece of paper appeared on the table: "Take it and take a look." ”

"Well, I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but I'll probably have to take it back and read it carefully before I can give you an answer." Flamenco subconsciously replied that it was all the quantity of building materials, and the price position was empty. He definitely didn't know how to do business, so he had to ask the housekeeper at home to go to Zhang Luo.

Carnon stood aside and didn't speak, wondering how such a big deal could all be cheapened by this dirty and smelly little nobleman. That's right, compared to Zhang Guangde's hygiene habits, flamenco is indeed dirty and smelly.

"If, I mean, if I can get all these supplies, what kind of transaction will I take?" The shrewdness of flamenco is back, not a shrewd guy, how can you get such a fat shortage? Of course, this also has something to do with his background.

Zhang Guangde is waiting for this, if this product is not proposed, it is okay not to do this deal. People who are too stupid are often pig teammates, and the farther away from him is the better. "You can just come with me alone." Zhang Guangde didn't say a word of nonsense, immediately got up and went out, and flamenco followed all the way, walking for five minutes to the shooting range. This is the masterpiece of the left-behind company, and they have not been idle for more than a year.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Imamura Wenming, who had been prepared for a long time, pinched flamenco with disdain in the corner of his eye, not hiding his disdain at all. After expressing his feelings without subtlety, the little devil bowed deeply to Zhang Guangde and said, "Your Excellency, everything is ready." ”

Zhang Guangde, who was quite polite in the face of flamenco, and the arrogant arrogance of Imamura Civilization soared, took the Minnie rifle handed over, skillfully picked up the fixed ammunition and finished loading, and only stopped when he raised it to aim: "Mr. Governor, how far do you think that target is?" After saying that, take aim for a while, and pull the trigger. There was a bang, and there was an extra eye on a target a hundred meters away.

At this time, Flamengo was a little dumbfounded, can you hit the target at such a distance? The smoothbore gun is still accurate within thirty meters, and it depends on God's will if it exceeds this distance. Not to mention, the Europeans of this era still played Nima arquebuses, and flintlock muskets were all new things. Not to mention now, even in the era when the lobster soldiers roamed the world, it was still a smoothbore gun to fight the world. It's just that the accuracy of this thing is really unreliable, and the lobster soldiers will play the kind of tactics of shooting two rounds against the opponent, rushing to within 20 meters, and then shooting a salvo, rushing up with bayonets to stab people.

"Eight Rings!" The soldier who reported the target came out from behind the cover, shouted with a horn in his hand, and ran farther away with the target. One hundred and fifty meters, the target is very small with the naked eye, and Zhang Guangde, who is skillfully loaded, has another shot, and this time the results are very average, five rings.

Putting down the gun, Zhang Guangde sighed and said, "I haven't touched the gun for too long, I'm rusty." If you change to a military academy, you can hit ten rings in 200 meters. If Li Heng is here, he will definitely say with disdain: "You just blow it, you can see the target clearly in 200 meters, even if your eyes are good, it will be ten rings." If you don't miss the target, just hide and have fun! ”

At this time, no matter how stupid flamenco was, he knew that there was a saying here, so he stepped forward and smiled: "Your Excellency, can I shoot a shot?" ”

Zhang Guangde handed him the gun, and after some explanation, the flamenco clumsily finished loading, and then aimed at the target of fifty meters, and after pulling the trigger, the soldier who reported the target shouted ruthlessly: "Off the target!" "Again, this time it's good, it's on target. After ten shots in a row, although the best result was only four rings, flamengo can still be sure that as long as it has been trained for a period of time, accurate shooting within 50 meters is not a dream.

"How many of these rifles are there?" Flamenco couldn't wait to ask, and Zhang Guangde shrugged helplessly: "Very little, the problem of mass production of steel is difficult to solve." When he said this, it was as if he did not see a soldier less than three paces away with a new breech-loading rifle in his hand.

Regarding Zhang Guangde's shameless style, flamenco nodded with great appreciation: "That's right, there are really few." Well, I don't see any problem with your intention to pay the bill with arms. ”

Zhang Guangde nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his hand to open a wooden box at his feet, pointed to the rifle inside and said, "Flintlock smoothbore guns, the main export arms at present." As he spoke, he took a few steps and slapped a six-pounder smoothbore gun: "Six-pounder infantry gun, a sharp weapon in the field." ”

Flamenco is not a fool, knowing that the guy in front of him is selling him outdated products, and even the rifle that can hit the target from a distance of one hundred and fifty meters is also a backward product of TMD. The problem is that this box of smoothbore rifles in front of you is already a very advanced weapon in the whole of Europe. It is not that Europe does not have flintlock pistols, but due to the quality of steel, the firing rate of fifty percent is considered a very good product, and the rifles sold by the Ming to the Dutch, the Portuguese were fortunate enough to get a batch back, and that thing played a huge role in the Portuguese colony of Brazil. The old rivals, the Spaniards and the Dutch, were not short of lead bullets from their guns.

"Your Excellency, I still hope to get some more new equipment." Saying that, the rifle in flamenco's hand was checked, and Zhang Guangde smiled and said, "No problem, I can sell you five hundred rods, which is the largest amount." ”

"What about the price?" Flamenco mentioned the most important issue, but Zhang Guangde changed his tone, shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said: "This problem, it seems that we shouldn't talk about it, you have a housekeeper, I also have a bookkeeper, let them go and grind their lips for those trivial things." I'm going to go to France in two days. ”

Is this a trivial deal? Do you dare to pretend a little more? Flamenco's thoughts in his heart did not dare to show his face in the slightest. He could only curse silently: "This damn nobleman of the Ming Empire cursed you to get sick when you were a woman." It was as if he had seen the tragic scene of Zhang Guangde having to cut off the little cock because of his illness, and after making up for it, flamengo was very happy with himself.

Looking up at the back of this guy in front of him, Flamengo still decided to cooperate with this guy, although he made a lot of money in Port Sangra, but it was certainly not as quick as the money from the arms. As long as this guy's price is not too outrageous, how can a smoothbore gun earn ten silver coins.

While Zhang Guangde was pretending to be forced in Herosmo Port, Li Heng, a bitter coercion, had to face the war brought by the white-eyed wolf natives.

That's right, the natives with their faces covered in paint were released after recuperating in the camp for half a month, and now they are appearing about 500 meters from the camp with no less than 3,000 natives. (To be continued......)