"Do you think this price is enough?" the dwarf asked.
Tang Mo was silent for about a minute before he said: "I have roughly calculated that there should be no problem. The problem now is that I think you want more than just my skills."
The leader of the dwarf thought for a while, and finally looked at Tang Mo, and said solemnly: "The Binghan Kingdom is a young kingdom, it was just born 92 years ago. His Majesty the Binghan Fifth inherited his grandfather's legacy of opening up territories.
Ambitious, I hope he can change his title..."
"I understand very well." Tang Mo was startled for a moment, then nodded.
"What do you think of the country's name, Ice Empire?" the dwarf asked impatiently and nervously.
Tang Mo continued to nod slightly, and then made a noncommittal comment: "I think it's pretty good."
Then, he looked at the dwarf and confirmed: "I probably understand what you mean. You want the exclusive purchasing rights for all Datang Group products...at least the exclusive purchasing rights in the northern continent."
In fact, what the dwarf gave was not a lot, at least it seemed very sincere. Tang Mo knew that if he spoke now, the dwarf might give him more.
However, what they want is not just technology and products, they want the full support of Datang Group to support the expansion of the Ice Kingdom.
This expansion probably includes many dwarf kingdoms, and these dwarf kingdoms will soon find the Datang Group and seek cooperation.
The dwarves do not want such things as the Poplar Kingdom and the Pine Kingdom to appear. They hope that there will be only one dwarf country in this world.
The dwarf empire... is quite interesting. Tang Mo thought to himself.
These dwarves hope that Datang Group will only support them and support them in using Datang Group's technology to annex surrounding kingdoms.
Seeing that Tang Mo had understood what he meant, the dwarf continued to speak: "If Datang Group fully supports our Ice Kingdom, then within the Ice Kingdom, or within the boundaries of the Ice Empire, Datang Group's business will
You will be able to travel smoothly, and you...will also become the most respected person."
"..." Tang Mo didn't speak. He was thinking, thinking about the pros and cons of supporting the expansion of the Ice Kingdom into the Ice Empire.
In terms of his core interests, supporting a country to annex neighboring countries cannot maximize his interests. Because he is an arms dealer, only division and war can provide him with a steady stream of profits.
However, he is an arms dealer...so, he not only has profits from the war, he also has a large number of other profits that are immeasurable.
Medicine, food, finance, automobiles, ships... Taken together, war and peace can actually bring huge profits to him.
Having a unified country that supports him may not be such a bad thing.
What's more, it is obvious that in this world where there are not many empires and each one is important, it is very tempting to want to be promoted to an empire.
Many kings want to become emperors, and many kingdoms want to transform into empires - and the standard for measuring a country is, to put it bluntly, the population of its territory.
As long as it expands to a certain extent, as long as the management level is sufficient, as long as the population is large enough and the territory is wide enough, as long as the emperor is strong enough, as long as... other empires recognize it, then a new empire will be formed until... it itself falls apart or is
Annex and conquer.
"So, what do you mean, sir?" Seeing that Tang Mo had been thinking about weighing the situation, the dwarf couldn't sit still and asked.
"The conditions are very attractive, but they lack the ability to execute." Tang Mo shook his head and looked at the dwarf: "There are many empires in this world, and each empire is strong. Even Cyric cannot influence the will of the empire."
He paused, looked at the dwarf and continued: "I have no problem supporting the Ice Kingdom becoming an empire, but His Majesty the Emperor of the Ice Empire may not recognize me as a poor relative."
As he said that, he pointed to himself: "When the time comes if you don't acknowledge your promise to me, I will still have to work hard to collect debts, and it will take a lot of trouble and effort. It's not as easy as making money just lying around like I am now."
"So, what kind of protection do you want?"
"I need to think about it." Tang Mo stood up, walked to the door, and at the same time ordered the servants waiting there: "Enter our guests..."
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"You are rebelling! Betrayal! Go back! Otherwise we will shoot!" In Dorne City, at the end of a long corridor in the palace, the thick wooden door with carved patterns was full of bullet holes.
An officer leaned against the door frame and shouted loudly to the soldiers on the other side: "Your Majesty orders you to go back! This is an order!"
What answered him was a series of gunshots. The bullets hit the precious marble, splashing stone chips. The wooden door was hit with pieces flying everywhere. The smoke spread in this gorgeous-looking corridor, making it seem like
There is mist lingering.
It's a pity that it would be better if there was no smell of burning sulfur in the air. The mist is also mixed with the nauseating smell of blood.
Because on the floor of the corridor, there were many corpses of soldiers lying in random directions. A fierce battle had just broken out here. The bayonets of both sides were red, and both sides were injured.
The soldiers of the King's Guard with white cloth strips wrapped around their arms were nervously loading ammunition into their rifles. Their number was already very small, but they still persisted in fighting.
In the room, the wounded man lay on the expensive carpet and groaned in despair. In the corner were trembling servants and maids who didn't know what to do.
The precious gem-encrusted chess pieces on the table had been knocked around, the teacup was smashed to the ground, and the teapot was overturned on the side of the chessboard, and no one was taking care of it.
The King of Dorne, who was sitting in his seat, looked ashen. He regretted that he did not listen to Tang Mo's opinion and did not pay attention to the rebel forces that were about to move in his territory.
"Hand me over...can you, can you save everyone's lives..." The king raised his head and looked at the young officer guarding the door.
This young officer was not the commander of the guards. The commander died in the melee outside the palace. Now this young officer is the acting commander. In fact, he was just a small guard captain before.
Hearing the king speak, the young officer handed the rifle in his hand to the men behind him, walked up to the king, and persuaded: "Your Majesty! Reinforcements will arrive soon. You must not do it at this time.
Shake! Hold on! Hope is always there!”
Since His Majesty the King wants to perform, he must do his best, right? Seeing that the defense line here is about to collapse, the remaining dozen soldiers will not be able to hold on for long. If His Majesty the King does not do this
He said that if he didn't protect everything, he would be pushed out by the frightened guards and used as a bargaining chip to surrender and save his life.
Now that he asked this question, everyone's blood surged and they cheered up their loyalty. Naturally, they could continue to persevere...
Sure enough, the king's performance had an effect. The soldiers behind the young man shouted at the top of their lungs to the rebels on the other side of the corridor: "Grandpa is here! If you have the ability, rush in!"
"Still, can you still hold on? How long can you hold on?" His Majesty the King of Dorne looked at the door where shrapnel was flying with a guilty conscience, and asked with a pale face.
"It's easy to defend and difficult to attack here. At least we can hold on. Soon King Qin's troops will come in from the outside, so they will be more anxious than us." The young soldier's eyes fell on the dandelion ring on his hand.
, opened his mouth to comfort him.
"There must be...will there be reinforcements?" The slightly panicked king confirmed as if he was grasping at a life-saving straw.
"If not, then I will use up the last bullet, Your Majesty!" The young officer stared at King Dorne's eyes. For some reason, King Dorne saw endless things in these unattractive eyes.
Endless power.
In fact, the young officer didn't know whether his damn brothers would actually come because they had not contacted him in advance.
He only knew that if they sensed danger, they would definitely try their best to come over and rush to him at all costs to save him.
This is a kind of trust, which is why his eyes are full of determination and endless strength pours out.
"I remember... you are from Burnas..." King Dorne looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly asked.
"Well, I am a graduate of the third batch of Datang Military Academy." The young man did not hide his identity: "I am proud to study there."
"After today, you will be my captain of the guard!" The king was silent for a few seconds, and he didn't know whether he was making a wish to be promoted to a higher position or a real feeling.
"Okay!" The young man stood at attention and gave the King of Dorne the military salute of the Tang Military Academy.
Then, he walked back to the door, took the spear from his soldier, stuck his head out to take a look, and immediately retracted: "Get ready to fight! I haven't fired for a long time. I'm probably thinking of some bad idea."
Woolen cloth!"
Before he finished speaking, he saw someone carrying a large table over in the corridor. The table was covered with things, including quilts and cutting boards.
Obviously, after charging continuously for a long time with no results, the attacking rebels used their brains and found such a "siege vehicle".
"Kill!" Using such a shield, the rebel soldiers stepped on the corpses of their companions and kept squirming forward.
The faces of His Majesty the King's guards who were guarding here were ugly. There were only a dozen of them left. If they lost the advantage of the terrain, they would definitely not be able to defend this room.
They had no retreat. If there was another place to escape, they would have escorted His Majesty the King and retreated backwards.
