The night is dark.

In Lingshan Weinan District, there is a five-storey luxury wine shop built by the sea.

The name of the building is Zhenhai, which is the most luxurious entertainment place in the whole Lingshanwei.

Although the appearance is an antique Ming style, there are all kinds of novelties hidden inside.

Kunlun slaves, Silla maids, bodhisattva barbarians

There are not only half-human and half-armed soldiers and women, but even Siamese demons who have changed from men to women.

Even if the treasure money is in place, customers can experience all kinds of novel creations of the Mo family, such as passionate anvils, meticulous machine tools, and empathetic armor

Delicious food is just a small addition here, and what really makes people linger is all kinds of cathartic desires, or tools.

After all, in a small port town like Lingshanwei, the most frequent crowds are sailors on various ocean-going fleets.

After months on the empty and lonely sea, these people are already hungry and thirsty, and they usually do only two things when they get off the ship.

First of all, you have to be happy, and then you have to be full.

"Young Master Jin, thank you so much for this business, I would like to toast you on behalf of the Wasteland Group."

In the largest private room on the top floor of Dinghai Building, Nezaburo, who was born in the Japanese people but was wearing a Ming silk gown, held a glass of wine in both hands, and said respectfully: "There will be many opportunities for everyone to contact in the future, please take care of it." ”

"Now that everyone has reached a cooperation, they will be their own people from now on, so there is no need to be so polite."

"It is our honor to have your trust." Nemoto Saburo's attitude was extremely low, even a little humble.

Mo Jin, who had a handsome face, smiled slightly, raised the wine glass on the table and touched the other party lightly, "Happy cooperation." ”

"Safe and sound."

Nemoto Saburo drank all the wine in the cup very heroically, turned his wrist and pointed the bottom of the cup towards Mo Jin, and then retreated and sat back in his position.

"I had heard when I was in the Wa Folk District that the Mo family's manufacturing capacity surpassed that of the entire empire, and no sequence could match it. When I saw it this time, it was really a famous person! If I hadn't known in advance that those weapons were from our Tianzhi Society, I would have thought that they were genuine goods from the Shenji Military Industry Group. ”

Although this Nemoto Saburo is from an authentic Japanese background, his accent is extremely pure and incomparably Ming official dialect, and he is well versed in the habits of the Ming people.

"The so-called genuine and pirated, in the eyes of Mo Xu, the difference is only whether the goods are imprinted with imprints."

Mo Jin said in a smug tone: "After eating this meal, I will send someone to send you a box of the logo of the Shenji Military Industry, and they will be genuine goods when they are pasted." Even if it is in the shop where it is obtained from the Shenji Military Industry, they will definitely not be able to distinguish it. ”

Hearing this, Nemo Saburo's eyes immediately reflected, and the buttocks that had just been put on the chair were lifted again, and he reached out and took out a wooden box with a precious texture from his arms, and pushed it to Mo Jin's hand.

"What do you mean by that?"

Mo Jin's fingers rubbed against the wall of the cup, and the corner of his eye swept the things in the box.

I saw that in the box at the bottom of the velvet floor, there was a piece of ore that shimmered with a cold metallic light.

Nemoto Saburo smiled: "This is a piece of ore produced in Kyushu County, the Japanese people's district, this is not specially mined, but I picked it up." ”

Mo Jin raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise appeared on his face, "Open-air? How big is it? ”

"A hundred acres of range, you can see it everywhere."

Nemoto Saburo said repeatedly: "Young Master Jin, you also know that in the main business of our Wasteland Group, there is no mining at all. Therefore, if a mine of this grade falls into our hands, it is completely tyrannical. Only when it is in your hands can it be considered to be of full use. ”

"After all, the best mines can only belong to the most skilled craftsmen, and in the hearts of our people, this is the best home for nature's gifts!"

"Listen to you, this is going to give me this mine?"

"It's not a send, it's a confession. All things have spirits, and we have only found the real owner for them. ”

"All things are animist. That's a good saying! I can't imagine that you even know the thoughts of our Mo family. ”

Nemoto Saburo lowered his eyebrows and looked respectful, "Mohist thought is the supreme truth of the world, and you can't ignore it, and you can't ignore it." ”

"Brother Fundamental, if you have this thought, then I Mo Jin can't say anything about it, and I will accept this gift on behalf of the Tianzhi Society."

Mo Jin seemed to smile, "But since you talked about the Mo family's thoughts, your understanding of Mo Xu is not comprehensive enough." Everyone is a friend, and I still have to point this out to you, so as not to encounter other ink sequences in the future and cause misunderstandings from the sequence, which will not be good. ”

"Great!"

Nemoto Saburo put on a grateful look, "I'm not afraid of Jin Gongzi's jokes when I say it, although I am walking in the military order, but in fact, I have always been very yearning for Mo Xu, and it is a great gift to me to be able to get your personal guidance and solve my doubts!" ”

"The entire history of Moxu can be traced back thousands of years, and since that era, Moxu has always played the role of the arbiter of fairness and justice. The reason why the Mo family is good at manufacturing is because we need to hold the sharpest weapons in our hands! ”

"Only in this way can Mo Xu stop fighting and countering violence with violence when facing those fierce and ignorant thugs!"

Mo Jin talked eloquently, "So in the ink order, there are not only craftsmen, but also rangers!" ”

"It turns out that the real ink order is like this!"

These belong to the history of the rotten street in the dream of Huangliang, but Nekosaburo can hear every word, like a treasure.

He bowed to Mo Jin again, and said with a solemn expression: "It's me who is lonely and unheard, so I only found the mine for the Mo Xu craftsman, and neglected to find weapons for the rangers, thank you Young Master Jin for solving my doubts!"

"Don't worry, after I return this time, I will immediately send people to search the entire Japanese area, even if I dig three feet into the ground, I will definitely find a weapon worthy of the identity of the Moxu Ranger!"

"It is worthy of the Wasteworld Group, this sincerity can be seen by the sun and the moon!"

During the whole dinner, Mo Jin took the initiative to raise a glass for the first time, "On behalf of Mo Xu Ranger, I would like to toast you!" ”

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be."

Nemoto Saburo was honestly afraid, and his hands and feet were quick to pour Mo Jin first, and just as he was about to pour wine for himself, Mo Jin's words with a smile came from his ears.

"You are so sincere, Tianzhihui can't disappoint your friends."

Mo Jin said with a smile: "You go back and tell the proprietor of your Desolate World Group that this batch of arms in this transaction is just an appetizer." The true capabilities of the Tianzhihui are far more than that. To put it arrogantly, in the entire Ming Empire, except for the genetic medicine of the farmer, we can basically imitate the products of other sequences. ”

"As long as there is enough money, what do you want, we have!"

Nemoto Saburo's face suddenly turned red, and the trace of dissatisfaction with Mo Jin's insatiable greed was instantly dissipated by the excitement.

The business representative sent by the Wasteland Group directly discarded the wine glass on the table, picked up the wine bottle in his hand and drank it all in one gulp.

"From today onwards, Young Master Jin, you will always be our best friend! Wealth will always be passed on from friend to friend, this is the motto of the Wasteworld Group, and it is also our creed that we will always abide by! ”

Hearing Nemoto Saburo's impassioned statement, Mo Jin also smiled with satisfaction and drank all the wine in the cup.

Just when the atmosphere of the banquet was in full swing, the heavy mahogany door of the private room was suddenly pushed open.

A grim-looking member of the Ink Attack walked in quickly.

(End of chapter)