So, in this winch room, two Indians with evil intentions, and two Englishmen who complained because they had to work overtime because they saw their teammates jumping on their own, they talked happily about the Qing people whom no one had ever seen.

British soldiers: "They have long braids on their heads......"

Indian: "Hahaha, is it?" That's just so funny! ”

British soldier: "It's like you have a feather on your head......"

Indian: "Uh—that's funny!" ”

British soldiers: "Their complexion is also yellow......"

Indian: "Really? Is there anyone else who has the same skin color as us but us Indians? ”

British soldier: "Yes, it's as ugly as poop, and I feel so sick that I can't eat......"

Indian: "Uh—that's funny!" ”

Anyway, the day in the winch room went on happily.

……

The day at the city gate was also very pleasant.

Iron Stone originally thought that Vivaldi would be furious, but he didn't expect this guy to pull the hem of Iron Stone's clothes and wipe his mouth, and when he looked up, he said, "You came by coincidence!" In this way, this 210 mm fortress gun, the original price is more than 500 pounds, for the sake of us are all friends, 3000 pounds a piece, you are cheaper! ”

Ironstone confirmed that he had heard correctly.

What the whites sell to the Indians is cheap if the price cannot be increased tenfold.

I heard that in the mountains of Madre in the south, Scott drove the textile factory directly into the tribe, and 100 pesos of cotton were stuffed into the machine in front of him, and the 2,000 pesos of cloth came out immediately.

"Okay, okay," said Iron Stone hurriedly, "this is a fair price!" Fair! ”

"Where's the money?" Vivaldi held out his hand.

"I don't have pounds, only gold, can I?" Iron Stone said.

Vivaldi rubbed his forehead, "Then you have to charge another 20% stamp duty?" ”

Iron Stone's face twitched, and even if he didn't really want to do business, he still wanted to beat someone. "Alright, alright!"

"£1 = 7.3 grams of gold, no problem, right?" Vivaldi asked.

"No problem—well, Captain Vivaldi, I know you're having a hard time, but please help me anyway! I'm in a bit of a hurry! Iron Stone said in a low voice, he really didn't want to delay any longer, he just wanted to pull the cannon out quickly.

Ironstone took off the backpack from his back, a heavy chunk.

"10 kilograms, pure, it's just a deposit!" Ironstone handed him to Vivaldi, and said, "I need 3 cannons, and my men are in the woods over there with their specialties, and if you agree, I'll have them come and pay the final payment!" ”

Vivaldi was a little excited.

The thing in his hand was a little heavy, but fortunately he could hold it. He can even pick it up with one arm, and he can clinch it under his armpit, making it look like he's holding a slightly larger file bag.

He deserves to be rich tonight!

Originally, these cannons were going to be destroyed in the second half of the night, but now they can even make him make a fortune!

Ten thousand pounds?

These Indian buns don't even know what a 10,000 pound is!

The Queen's Buckingham Palace cost only £40,000!

The cost of a sixth-class schooner is not even 10,000 pounds!

And now this Indian actually bought three fortress guns that were supposed to be destroyed for 10,000 pounds? Haha, Vivaldi was laughing maniacally.

His face was a little numb, his head was still a little dizzy, and he wasn't sure if he had controlled his facial expressions, but he did try to make a distressed appearance.

"Oh...... Ironstone, I might be drunk, haha...... How could I agree to such outrageous conditions for you...... I'm not going to be in charge of shipping! You're responsible for shipping them out! Ha ha! Vivaldi said bitterly.

"Uh......", Ironstone showed a 3-second embarrassment, no way, if he didn't show more pain, the insatiable Vivaldi didn't know what else to propose. I beg you, Captain! You'll at least have to help me get to the door, right? There's no way my men can get into the fortress! ”

"How do you calculate the shipping fee?" Vivaldi said.

This guy has made a fortune of ten thousand pounds, and a dozen shillings and pennies will not be spared. Always.

"Then I'll transport it myself—if you can allow my men to dismantle the fort themselves!"

Iron Stone looked at his watch.

This startled Vivaldi, who hastened to say, "Alright, alright, that's all!" Tell your people to come and tear it down! Hurry up! After 12 o'clock, the dance party is over! ”

So Tieshi hurriedly ordered the guy who stayed with him to hurry out of the city to inform the 'men in the woods' and come and help dismantle the cannon!

In the darkness, Ironstone glared hard, trying to tell his subordinate what was in his heart with his eyes.

He didn't know how much his subordinate had comprehended, but he turned around and ran out of the city.

"Huh? What about your men? Vivaldi asked.

A British soldier's voice came from overhead: "Don't worry, Captain, we can't run away from the two of them!" ”

Vivaldi was relieved.

……

While waiting for the Indians to come and dismantle the fort, Vivaldi and Ironstone sat in the gate cave and chatted.

"Listen, Ironstone, I have a word of advice that I must tell you!" Vivaldi said.

"Hey, I'm listening!" Iron Stone hurriedly replied.

"Don't trust the Americans," Vivaldi admonished, earnestly, "they're all bad people, terrible!" ”

"Huh? So what do we do? Iron Stone asked.

"I can't help it, just don't trust the Americans anyway!" Vivaldi said: "You must learn to resist and stop being as docile as before!" You're going to have to beat them! Massachusetts and New York...... These were yours, and they took them like this, don't you all feel sorry? ”

Iron Stone: "It's painful! ”

Vivaldi: "Then hit them!" ”

Ironstone: "I can't beat it!" ”

Vivaldi: "For the sake of freedom, you have to fight if you can't fight!" ”

Ironstone: "If only you could support us. ”

Vivaldi: "Come on! ”

Tieshi: "......, thank you!" ”

There was silence at the gates for a while, and even with 10,000 pounds of lube, it was hard to have a good conversation on this day.

Whether it's Ironstone or Vivaldi, they're actually ordinary officers. Being able to negotiate such a big deal is already the limit of their life operations.

"As soon as twelve o'clock is over, the dance is over!" Vivaldi finished the cigarette in his hand, looked at the brightly lit city, and said regretfully.

At this time, he rarely revealed a ray of truth, and muttered to the dark stone arch above his head:

"The British Empire, just say goodbye to the New World!"