Zhu Fugui's desire to build a bullet production line is not wishful thinking.

After all, the bullet production process in this era was not much complicated.

What Zhu Fugui wants to build is not the kind of tall modern rifle bullet that even India, a world-class power in the 21 st century, cannot make.

All that was needed was the bullet of the nineteenth-century rifle.

This kind of bullet can even be produced in the workshops of tribes in Syria, Pakistan and other countries.

In fact, in this era, as long as you have money, you can buy arms, and there is basically no such thing as military purchase restrictions.

The Qing government was not only able to order the 7,000-ton first-class ironclad ships Dingyuan and Zhenyuan, and the 2,440-ton cruiser Jiyuan.

In 1894 alone, Li Hongzhang purchased 7,000 begging guns, 12,000 Mauser guns, 8 Lianzhu guns, four batches of 10,000 small-caliber Mauser five-tone guns, and 10 million bullets. There were 56 cannons, and more than 1,520,000 guns and bullets of various sizes.

In December, Xu Jingcheng was entrusted to purchase 10,000 Mauser guns, 4.12 million bullets, 300 large and small caliber fast guns, and 100,000 bullets; 3,000 six-shot guns, 2 million bullets, 10,000 Martini guns, and several small guns. Later, 8,000 Austrian small-caliber guns and 1 million bullets were purchased. 5,000 German Mauser guns and 5 million bullets.

There are a total of 50 million bullets!

Don't say that the 38th Army of our Volunteer Army, every 38 bullets to eliminate one US soldier, that is, the US military took money on the battlefield in Vietnam, and 10,000 bullets eliminated one Viet Cong.

Then 50 million bullets should also destroy 5,000 Japanese soldiers.

As a result, only 1,000 Japanese were killed.

There is a precedent for the Manchu Qing Dynasty to be made by all countries, but in fact, Zhu Fugui is not too worried about the bullet problem.

Even if the Americans don't sell it, can the British, the French still not sell it?

However, Zhu Fugui, who has seen a certain situation, still feels that at the beginning, he should focus on the worst form like Boss Ren and make a strategic reserve for a spare tire.

So Zhu Fugui still proposed to build a bullet production line.

The output does not have to be big, the production level does not have to be high, but at least you have to have it.

The reason given by Zhu Fugui is not far-fetched.

As a gangster, it makes sense to do some arms business, right?

Large-caliber rifle bullets may be taboo, but it's always okay to get some small bullets, right?

And as Zhu Fugui said, with the promulgation of the Homestead Act, the population of the western United States is increasing rapidly.

Whether it's the so-called "newcomers" or the Indians trying to protect their homeland, the demand for guns is only growing.

Of course, it is very difficult to get arms dealers to sell the bullet production line.

But let's talk about it!

There is no business in this world that cannot be discussed.

Sensing what the boss meant, Donald said he could try.

After all, the battle in the east is now fierce, and the arms dealers want to hurry up and launch new production lines.

Replacing the unprofitable 13-gram projectile production line with banknotes and then investing in the expansion of the production capacity of the 32.4-gram projectile is also a sure-fire deal for them.

Jews are so bad, that is not good, as long as the money is enough, they dare to buy anything, which Zhu Fugui likes very much.

After the shot, Zhu Fugui organized an open-air barbecue to reward Tang Fatzi, who had worked hard to carry the gun.

But the meat was not yet cooked, and a fast horse hurried in.

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With a violent shaking, Mo Bai woke up from extreme weakness.

After a brief hesitation, he remembered that he was on the Union steam carrier.

This ship belongs to Qibao & Co., and it is a ship that sells piglets.

Piglet, this word was also learned by Mo Bai later.

The father died of illness, and the mother pulled the four brothers and sisters.

Mo Bai is the eldest son.

The firstborn son should have the responsibility of the firstborn.

In order to improve the family's income and at least save a bite to eat for his mother and younger siblings, Mo Bai sneaked into the city to find a job.

There, he heard that Citigroup had discovered a big gold mine, and there was endless gold there, as long as he was diligent and willing to work hard, he would be able to dig there for three years of gold, and he would be able to return to his hometown with endless money.

When the time comes, not only will you be able to glorify your ancestors, but you will also be able to marry a wife and have children, and live the life of a landlord.

Strenuous efforts?

This kind of thing is not afraid in vain.

His strength is already a few points greater than that of his peers, and he has not had a cold since he was a child.

The only trouble is that Mo Bai eats a lot.

That's why I secretly leave the house to save some food for my family.

Mo Bai, who has never seen much of the world, still thinks that he has met a nobleman.

When he was a child, a fortune teller said that when he was 16 years old, he would meet the noble person of his fate.

Isn't that happening now?

Go to Citigroup to dig gold mountain!

Mo Bai pressed his handprint in a daze.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but when he pressed his handprint, Mo Bai vaguely felt that the person in front of him was sneering.

And looking at oneself is similar to looking at a dead person.

This made Mo Bai hesitate a little.

But it's too late to regret it.

Soon he was loaded onto a mule cart with some other young men and transported to a pig house.

Mo Bai really wanted to ask why he called himself a piglet.

I haven't eaten pork since I'm so big, so it's too much of a loss to call it that!

No one will answer his question.

A middle-aged man, who was also waiting to be loaded on the ship, asked, "Young man, did you sign the contract voluntarily?" ”

"Contract?"

"What's a contract?"

Mo Bai looked dazed.

The middle-aged man shook his head, knowing that this was another poor man who had been deceived by his teeth.

He didn't explain much, just divided half of the rice cracker in his hand into Mo Bai: "Eat, when you get on the boat, there will be nothing for anyone to eat." ”

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On a later journey, Mo Bai became friends with this middle-aged man surnamed Xia.

He knew that this Mr. Xia was actually a talented old man, but he didn't know why he actually went abroad to dig for gold, and he was sad.

But soon Mo Bai realized why Mr. Xia looked like he was going to die.

The living conditions on board are terrible.

More than 600 Chinese laborers were densely squeezed in the bilge, and the food every day was rotten and spoiled.

Sickness, death, fear......

Everything soon filled the entire cabin.

In order to vent the mental stress of the long voyage, it was common for white sailors to whip and kick Chinese laborers.

From the tenth day onwards, bodies were removed every day and thrown into the sea haphazardly.

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After an unknown number of days, even a strong young man like Mo Bai gradually became numb and became indistinguishable from a dead man.

He has long figured out that what gold is and what makes a lot of money, these are all lies.

Even the only thing I had in the first place, freedom, has been deprived.

According to Mr. Xia, even if he can reach Citigroup alive, what awaits him is probably a life that is more painful than death.

Mo Bai is actually not afraid of death.

But even if he died, he didn't get anything back for his mother and younger siblings, Mo Bai felt that he was really too stupid.

In the end, Mo Bai was confused every day.

He didn't know if he was dead or alive, or if he was abandoned between life and death.

Simple-minded.

Until today, the ship finally stopped.

A couple of naked, hairy sailors stepped out of the bunker, banging on the floor with sticks and whining.

Mo Bai understood, this is to let the Chinese workers go to the deck.

Citigroup has finally arrived!

"Mr. Xia, we're here, we're not dead!"

Mo Bai shook the middle-aged man beside him excitedly.

"Mr. Xia?"

"Mr. Xia?"

Mo Bai thought of something all of a sudden, and his eyes turned red all of a sudden.

He shook the middle-aged man wildly, but the latter never woke up.

"It's hot!"

Reaching out and touching it, the middle-aged man was still breathing, but his forehead was hot like a soldering iron.

“run，run！”

The sailor's stick fell.

The Chinese workers stumbled towards the stairs with their heads in their hands.

At this moment, Mo Bai suddenly understood, this may be a piglet, right?

Run hard under the whip of the swineherd.

"Young man, let's go, I'm going to be beaten with a stick if I'm late, it's all here, let's take one step at a time!"

A Chinese worker who hurried by kindly persuaded.

Mo Bai gritted his teeth, picked up the middle-aged man on his back, and limped towards the deck.

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