When she opened the door, she was slightly stunned. It was the first time she saw such a simple bedroom, or in other words, the first time she saw such a... confused office.
Tang Mo's office and bedroom were together. Behind the desk was a chair, and behind the chair was a single bed.
As a man, Tang Mo's quilt was scattered on the bed - because Tang Mo had been so busy in the past two days that his sleeping time was reduced to 2 hours.
He only sleeps six hours a day now. Calculated based on eight hours of sleep a day, his current life is actually extremely unhealthy.
But now he can't take care of this. He has to go to the laboratory for 4 hours every day, and another 4 hours to draw drawings. In the remaining time, he has to discuss business, go to the workshop to inspect, and supervise
Construction progress at the construction site...
Therefore, for such a career-oriented man, folding quilts seems to be irrelevant.
Tang Mo didn't realize this either. He forgot that he didn't fold the quilt. As soon as he returned here, he was busy sorting out the accounts, and then looked at the changes in factory personnel that Roger left in his room.
When Tang Mo picked up these documents, he completely forgot that he asked Alice to come to his room to discuss the business with Beiling.
However, the moment Alice broke into his room violently, he remembered that he had made an appointment with someone.
It only took about a second for him to sort out his thoughts: Cooperation with Beiling should be deepened. As he said at the dinner just now, he did not have the capital to hedge his bets. He had already taken sides.
Beiling!
It also took about a second for Alice to break away from the shame and anger. She saw the slovenliness hidden under the bright appearance of a man...
Then, she discovered that this room seemed a little different from what she thought. There were no romantic curtains or a big fluffy bed. Instead, there were empty wine bottles piled in the corners, and a pile of old clothes hung randomly on the hangers.
.
Obviously, the room in front of him is probably Tang Mo's office, and Tang Mo, who has made so much money from Beiling and Elf, is so miserable that he has to sleep in the office...
Speaking of sleeping...what on earth are you thinking about? Alice interrupted her random thoughts and finally regained some composure when Tang Mo realized that her room was a bit messy.
"Uh... I'm sorry, Miss Alice... the room is a bit messy." Tang Mo put down the pen in his hand awkwardly...
To be honest, due to the weather, the room was definitely not warm inside, so Tang Mo didn't take off his coat after entering the room, so he still had a revolver hanging under his arm.
In this world, except for James Bond, probably no one would carry a pistol after dating a beautiful woman... Tang Mo complained in embarrassment in his heart.
This might be the worst date ever, right? There's nothing to remember at all, it's so embarrassing! Alice also complained helplessly in her heart at this time.
Then, the habit she had developed for a long time made her say the most decent words even if she was complaining in her heart: "No, it doesn't matter..."
"As you can see, I'm quite busy and have a lot of things to do, so... let's start quickly." Tang Mo changed the topic, put down the documents in his hands, turned around, and walked to the bedside.
He folded his own quilt.
Although embarrassed, although a little embarrassed, I still have to take into account my image after all - especially in front of beautiful women.
While Tang Mo folded the quilt, he turned back to Alice and said, "Sit wherever you want, you don't need to be so formal."
When she heard Tang Mo say to start quickly, Alice almost cried - she really didn't want to hand over her most beautiful things to someone...to someone who couldn't even fold a quilt in such a sloppy way.
Lazy guy.
However, when she saw Tang Mo folding the quilt, she finally realized that it seemed that Tang Mo did not intend to perform a romantic love affair between a man and a woman with her here.
Because the girls have already entered the room, and you run to fold the quilt by yourself? Aren’t you going to open it again later? Isn’t this unnecessary?
But when she confirmed this fact, the uneasiness and uneasiness in her heart immediately turned into the shame that her appearance, body, and heart were ignored by others.
This is a woman's little thought, and Tang Mo will naturally not know about it.
He proudly folded his quilt into a tofu block. Although it was not standard, it still looked good. When he turned around with satisfaction, Alice had already sat on the chair prepared for the guests.
"I brought a batch of goods this time, hoping to offset part of the payment Beiling owes you." Alice scolded Tang Mo Zhutou in her heart, and used business to demonstrate her emotions: "The goods are already on the way...
…”
Tang Mo knew that Alice had been angry since he made that joke, so he didn't care and asked directly: "What kind of goods? Leather? Grain? If it is these, there is no problem with me."
He planned to accept whatever junk Beiling brought to him to calm Alice down - he also didn't expect that girls in this world were so reserved that they couldn't even make a joke.
"It's 700 Cyric flintlock guns!" Alice said angrily.
Tang Mo repeated, his eyes widening: "700 muskets, flintlock guns... Cyric flintlock guns..."
Selling other people's arms was what he had been doing all his life...but buying other people's outdated arms was something he really didn't do very often.
Seeing Tang Mo's expression, Alice finally felt the pleasure of getting revenge. She nodded and affirmed to Tang Mo: "Yes, I hope to use these weapons to repay part of the payment."
"What do you think these Cyric flintlock guns are of use to me?" Tang Mo sat back behind the desk and asked Alice with a wry smile.
"I don't know, but the only useless things I have in my hands now are these flintlock guns." Alice was a bachelor, so she immediately started acting rogue.
Tang Mo was amused by Alice's expression. He wanted to take out a cigarette out of habit, but didn't realize it. He could only touch his chin: "Ha! You let an arms dealer buy other people's arms... interesting."
"I know this is a bit embarrassing for you, so, that's why I...I came here in person." After the pleasure of revenge passed, Alice was still a little embarrassed.
She also knew that Tang Mo's flintlock guns from Sirik were useless, not to mention these flintlock guns... they were useless at all.
The barrels of these flintlock muskets were seriously unqualified and there was a risk of the barrels exploding. When the troops of the Northridge Corps who had not changed their equipment were training with these weapons, the barrels exploded and injured more than a dozen soldiers.
That is to say, the Northridge Regiment now has new weapons, so everyone is looking down on the old ammunition, so they have taken them and increased their training intensity. Otherwise, they may not necessarily find that there is something wrong with these guns.
This is obviously a sinister plan of the Cyric Consortium. They hope that on the battlefield, the Northridge Regiment using these new guns will collapse due to weapon failure.
But no one expected that Count Fischerot, who had replaced his shotgun with a cannon, would use the new gun for training - even the wealthy Cyric Consortium itself rarely did such ostentatious things.
After listening to what Alice said, Tang Mo realized that Alice not only wanted to use outdated flintlock guns to pay off the debt, but also a batch of malfunctioning guns...
Tang Mo resisted the urge to curse, and fantasized about a series of unrelated props such as candles for lighting and whips for riding horses, and finally lamented: "It's such a nerve-wracking thing..."
"You...if you are willing, you are willing to accept this condition...I, I..." Alice also knew that she was unreasonable, so she lowered her head and muttered a little unreasonably.
Without obtaining permission, she confidently sent these scrapped weapons to Tang Mo, which was very risky in itself.
Because if Tang Mo rejects her conditions, Beiling may have to pay for the transportation costs of this batch of goods.
She was actually very resentful: couldn't this matter be done according to the script? She reluctantly gave in, and the handsome Tang Mo gave him a cool kiss, why is it so difficult for a romantic kiss to last forever?
When the time comes, she suffers a little loss and sheds a few tears. Tang Mo nervously nods and agrees - isn't this the end of the matter? It's so complicated...are you tired?
As a result, just when Alice was thinking about romance and asked, she heard Tang Mo curiously ask: "Do you have a language barrier?"
"Wha, what?" Alice was stunned and continued to stutter.
"I asked, do you stutter naturally? Or are you nervous?" Tang Mo asked without raising his head.
Then, just when Alice was feeling embarrassed and angry again and wanted to explode, Tang Mo made his own conditions: "I can keep these weapons and help you sell them... As for how much they can be sold for, it's hard to say.
, However, the money can be used to pay off Beiling’s debts, there is no problem with that.”
"In addition, I can provide Beiling with 20 steam engines on credit, and also package and sell the bullet production line to Beiling."
"Really, really?" Alice felt that happiness came too suddenly, and she couldn't resist it. Could it be that... Tang Mo was a rude gangster, and after he generously agreed to the conditions, he used force again?
"It seems that your language barrier is quite serious." Tang Mo sighed with some regret, feeling that God was indeed fair. He gave the woman beauty, but took away her ability to communicate. What a pity.
"I don't! There's no language barrier! I, I don't, I don't stutter!" The Earl's only daughter, Miss Ronin Alice, finally got mad.
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