Everyone burst into laughter. Everyone knew that this "Spring Festival" must be the happiest festival they have ever had.
The entire factory is running extremely well, and the workers have a solid 12 hours of work to do every day.
With their large salaries, they can buy things they had never dared to think of before: many workers even have new clothes, and for the first time in their lives, they can distinguish work clothes from clothes.
Almost all the workers were assigned to dormitories, which were plastered with mud and thickened before the winter snowfall, making them barely usable.
Tang Mo even purchased 200 cows and 100 sheep to ensure that every worker in each household received meat for the festival.
Although in Tang Mo's view, these were all trivial matters, in the eyes of these workers, Tang Mo was the person who brought them a happy life.
In fact, Tang Mo was not making money as fast as he was spending money. His gold coin storage was shrinking significantly, but his real estate was expanding visibly to the naked eye.
Despite the snowy time, Tang Mo's factory was still expanding like crazy. Seven or eight factory buildings have been under construction, but the speed has slowed down significantly.
The railway work was indeed forced to pause, but the logging work at the new factory was still in progress.
"I hope everyone can have a good Spring Festival, and then when the spring flowers bloom, let us..." After losing sight of the carriages heading to Beiling, Tang Mo turned around and prepared to talk to his confidants. The men talk about the future.
As a result, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Dino who rushed over. The boy was panting, wearing thick cotton clothes, and his face was flushed with heat.
He ran up to Tang Mo and said nervously: "Sir, there is a long, monster-like person, come and find you!"
Tang Mo was stunned for a moment, and then subconsciously called John, but John was a handsome elf, and it was obvious that he was very different from a monster.
Then he thought of orcs or demons, but he soon felt that it seemed unlikely that these two races would come to him at this time.
Most of the kingdoms where these other races are located are on more distant continents, or they are separated by thousands of mountains, or across the abyss and ocean. It is definitely not easy to come here to find him deliberately.
So he waved his hand and followed Dino, stepping on the dirty snow, back to his shabby office.
The new office building has been planned, but it is a pity that construction will not start until next spring. The building is four stories high and is the tallest building in Bunas.
At the door of the shabby office, Tang Mo saw the so-called monster-like person. In fact, he is a human being, just...a little ugly.
He weighs more than 400 kilograms, his neck is almost invisible but he is 1.9 meters tall. Even Tang Mo, who was 1.8 meters tall, was suppressed in his aura when he stood in front of him.
The man's arms were almost thicker than Weiss's legs, and he stood there like a tank parked outside Tang Mo's room.
What made Tang Mo even more speechless was that this man's face was covered with patterns, just like the Maori he had seen in his previous life. There are scars on these tattoos, which tear apart these coherent patterns, making the man's face look hideous and terrifying.
No wonder Dino said a monster had come. When Tang Mo looked at this man, he felt that he was a terrifying monster.
On a cold day, this man was wearing thick fur, making him look like a wild boar that had become a spirit, or an orangutan that had just learned to walk on two feet.
"My name is Chumluo..." The man adjusted his stance when he saw Tang Mo. Only then did Tang Mo see four Cyric muskets stuck in Chumluo's chest.
These flintlock muskets, which are actually quite large in size, look as cute as four toys when placed on Chumluo's chest.
Hearing the name Chumluo, Weiss, who was following Tang Mo, quietly pressed his hand on the revolver at his waist. Then he adjusted his stance and stared intently at the seat in front of him. Mountain.
"I heard from others... that you are very rich?" Chumluo didn't look at Weiss at all, but stared at Tang Mo and asked in a rich voice.
"What?" Tang Mo looked at the iron tower in front of him, raised his head slightly, and asked without fear.
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Are you kidding me? Does it really look like a tank? As long as you are still a carbon-based creature, my bullet can send you to the west! Even if you really have an invulnerable magical body, I also have the RPG charged charge Red Truth!
After Tang Mo appeared, this world has gone away from the theory of relying on height and weight to judge combat effectiveness.
What's going on? Can't use a heavy machine gun if I'm short? Can't a skinny guy fly a drone? Is the nuclear bomb button pressed by a child not the nuclear bomb button?
"I have something I want to sell here. I wonder if you are interested." Chumluo licked his lips, like a pig looking for food.
"Let's talk about it, maybe I'll be interested." Tang Mo had no intention of inviting this guy into his room, even if it was freezing and snowy outside.
The other party didn't seem to have any intention of going in, so he immediately replied: "I am a slave trader. I heard that you buy everything, so I came to ask, do you... do you want slaves here?"
Hearing this, Wes and Tiger both frowned involuntarily. Because slaves are actually rare these days.
Typically, the lower classes of seafarers were slaves, probably the most widely used slave group in the world. The navies of all countries had slaves, most of whom were survivors of the defeated countries and were traded and used by the warring countries.
After all, sailors on the lower decks of the sea never see the sun all day long, and their lives are extremely difficult. If slaves are not used, most people really can't bear this hardship.
In addition to these sea slaves, there are also some nobles who will raise some slaves to work for themselves, raise some private slaves to be their own death warriors, or simply engage in tricks such as female slaves.
In short, although slaves are not completely banned in various countries, the word is relatively taboo, and when talking about the slave trade, it is also more obscure.
But this doesn't mean that there aren't some ruthless, shameless scum in this industry who don't even bother to hide their shame.
Chumro is obviously this type of scum, he robs people and sells them as slaves to make a profit.
"Why did you find me?" Tang Mo did not agree or refuse, but asked curiously.
"Originally, these slaves were sold to the Susus nobles, but I can't find any of them now. I heard that you bought everything, so I came to ask." Chumluo rubbed it with his radish-like fingers. Rubbing his nostrils, he coughed up a mouthful of sticky phlegm and spit it aside.
Tang Mo saw the sticky phlegm melting the ice and snow, leaving a disgusting hole in the dark snow, with a look of disgust on his face.
He raised his head, looked at Chumluo, and warned in a serious tone: "I hate spitting, don't do it again!"
"..." Chumluo obviously didn't expect that someone would talk to him in this tone on this kind of issue. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tang Mo again, the muscles on his face seemed to be twitching.
"How many slaves do you have?" Tang Mo diverted his attention with another question before he could get angry: "Thirty? Fifty?"
"I have five hundred slaves in my hands! The old man and the old lady are the cheapest, 2 gold coins each! Men, women, and children, one price! 5 gold coins!" Chumluo suppressed his anger and said coldly replied.
"I'll give you 3,000 gold coins! Remember! Don't come to my place again!" Tang Mo waved his hand as if to shoo away flies.
"Don't be so anxious to break off the relationship with me! We can cooperate for a long time! It can be seen that you are a generous buyer, and I am willing to find you some more good goods... women, female elves, catwomen, female Asia Anyone... can do it." A greedy smile appeared on Chumluo's face, and the anger just now was swept away, and he shouted loudly instead.
"You can introduce people to me, desperate civilians, helpless vagrants... But what do I want from a group of slaves who have been ruined by you and are full of hatred? When they find out that I paid for it and you worked hard to get them After being so miserable, give me a shot in the back of the head?" Tang Mo stared at Chumluo and said fiercely with a gloomy face.
"Listen! What I want is a person of flesh and blood, with brains and thoughts who can work, can work with peace of mind, and is willing to work hard for happiness! Normal people! Not slaves!" Tang Mo lowered his forehead and stared through the edge of his upper eyelids. Looking at Chumluo, his eyes were sinister and scary: "No matter who asked you to come, tell him what I mean... Clean it up a little bit when you come next time, or I will use your radish-like fingers. Chop off one of your heads!... Get out!"
"You!" Chumluo's copper-bell-like eyes were full of anger. He shouted loudly and pressed his hands on the handles of the two muskets on his chest.
As a result, as soon as he held down the two flintlock guns, Weiss and Tiger pulled out the revolvers from their waists at the same time, and the four black muzzles were pointed at Chumro.
Chumluo instinctively felt the danger. Judging from the speed of the gun, the two men pointing the gun at him were both ruthless characters.
So he didn't dare to act rashly, he didn't want to fall into such a bad place where even the snow was black.
"Don't force me to kill you!" Tang Mo stared into the other person's eyes, tilted his head slightly, and signaled the other person to get out of here: "Wes, take someone to get those poor people back."
"Okay." Weiss replied with a sneer, his eyes full of evil.
"We are not bandits, give him money!" Tang Mo turned around and walked towards his house, as if he didn't want to stay here any longer: "But next time you see him so disgusting... remember to leave him a finger! He is so ugly. , you even come out to scare people!"
