Han Xiufeng was not only not interested in opium, but also hated him deeply. Seeing that his face changed, Lin Qingyuan did not dare to say more, so he led him to Xiangmao Foreign Service.

For the first time, I walked into a big house of a foreigner. I felt so grand, but it was still not as grand as the Chinese temples and palaces. Han Xiufeng looked around and his attention was attracted by the foreign goods displayed on the crystal counter. There were everything, and there were dazzling arrays, and it was indeed more exquisite than the other.

Just as he was fascinated by the sight, a foreigner wearing tights and braids came over.

Lin Qingyuan quickly came up and nodded and greeted him. He stood at the stairs and talked to the foreigner for a long time. The foreigner blew his mouth towards the small room next to him and signaled everyone to go in and talk.

The first time he was dealing with a foreigner, Han Xiufeng was a little nervous. He pretended to appreciate the paintings on the wall, turned his back to the foreigner and took a few deep breaths, and then he walked in with Su Jueming, who was more nervous than him.

There was an exquisite coffee table in the room, with a few soft chairs beside the coffee table. The foreigner greeted him with a smile, and Han Xiufeng bowed his hand and sat down pretending to be calm.

The foreigner said a few words in a gurgling manner, and Lin Qingyuan hurriedly said, "Mr. Han Si, Mr. Johnson asked you where you are from and what to do when buying a foreign gun?"

"Han is from Yangzhou. Although the industry in Yangzhou is occupied by spears, there are still thousands of acres of land and some real estate in the countryside. By the way, my Han Family Ancestral Hall. This is a messy war, it is better to seek oneself than to ask for others, so I want to buy some foreign guns and go back to guard the house."

Han Xiufeng said it lightly, but Lin Qingyuan didn't believe a word because he didn't have a Yangzhou accent at all, but he still started to help translate.

Before Lin Qingyuan could translate it, a little foreigner who looked different from Johnson walked in with an exquisite silver plate, poured tea for everyone, and served a few plates of snacks.

While listening to Lin Qingyuan's translation, Johnson smiled and signaled Han Xiufeng to use tea.

It was a little gray, and it didn't look like tea, and it couldn't smell the tea fragrance. Instead, it had a strange smell. Han Xiufeng really didn't want to drink it, but it was not good to not drink it at all. So he just smiled slightly and picked up not only the handle, but also took a small cup with a silver spoonful.

I don’t know if I don’t drink it. I only realize that I feel so bitter that I can’t drink it so badly.

Thinking that it was not appropriate to vomit, Han Xiufeng simply swallowed it, then put down the teacup as if nothing had happened, and looked at Johnson and Lin Qingyuan with a smile.

"Mr. Han Si, Mr. Johnson asked you how many balls do you plan to buy?"

"It depends on the goods, the price. If the goods are good and the price is appropriate, then you might as well buy more." Han Xiufeng smiled while holding the chair.

After listening to the translation, Johnson hugged his arms and said a few more words. Lin Qingyuan hurriedly said, "Mr. Johnson asked what kind of gun do you want to buy?"

"What's like here Mr. Johnson?" Han Xiufeng asked back.

Johnson is not an ordinary foreigner, but a senior foreign company and a director of the racing hall. He was planning to go out to find a consul in Shanghai, but he met Han Xiufeng and other uninvited guests. If he hadn't heard that they were here to buy guns, he wouldn't have received Han Xiufeng and others in person.

Johnson didn't care what Han Xiufeng came from, and felt that as long as there was a profitable business, he simply whispered a few words to the little foreigner who came in just now. The little foreigner nodded and ran out quickly.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, several foreigners holding guns rushed in.

"Mr. Han Si, Mr. Johnson asked you to check out the goods and then negotiate the price when you like it."

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

Han Xiufeng stood up and looked, took the gun from the third foreigner on the left, confirmed that Wu Wenming sent someone to Shanghai to buy this one, and turned around and smiled, "Mr. Lin, please ask me how to sell this gun."

Johnson was very surprised and wanted to bring in five kinds of guns. The Chinese who came to the door didn't pick the best rifle or the oldest combs. He actually caught the ordinary flintlock rifle at first sight. He couldn't help but turn sideways Lin Qingyuan and said a few words in a gurgle.

"Mr. Han Si, Mr. Johnson said that this kind of gun is 80 silver dollars per shot."

"There are gunpowder and lead, which are wrapped in oil paper."

After Lin Qingyuan finished his translation, he turned around and said: "Gunpowder and lead are calculated as barrels, and a barrel of fifteen silver dollars."

Han Xiufeng said without hesitation: "It's expensive, please tell Mr. Johnson that I am sincere and don't buy ten or eight shots. Ask Mr. Johnson if he can give a real price."

Johnson had never done such a business before and asked curiously: "Lin, do you think he has money?"

"Mr. Johnson, he was introduced by Wu from 'Rishengchang', and he was the shopkeeper of the largest ticket number in the city." Fearing that the foreign company's senior team would not believe it, Lin Qingyuan pointed to Xiao Wuzi standing behind Han Xiufeng: "The one behind him is 'Rishengchang'."

"Since that's the case, tell him that the flintlock rifle is 60 yuan per piece, and the paper-loaded ammunition is 10 yuan per barrel. I have as much as I want. Pay half the deposit first and deliver it within 60 days."

After listening to the translation, Han Xiufeng immediately said, "I can accept this price, but the delivery time is too long."

After Lin Qingyuan translated Johnson's words, he translated Johnson's words: "Mr. Han Si, Mr. Johnson said that the gun you want to buy is not in stock. If you want to buy a spot, you can only buy a mesh rope gun."

The convex gun is not reliable. Five shots will not catch fire if they shoot ten times, and lead will not be fired.

The green camp soldiers' bird guns and guns are actually large-sized mesh rope guns. Because they are unreliable and shoddy, no one dares to aim. Once the gun cannot be released, the bandits rushed to the front, so they fired the guns as soon as they saw the bandits and even didn't even see the bandits.

The firebuzzer is much more reliable than the convex gun. At most, one or two shots can not be fired. If you keep it carefully like Liang Jiu, you can often wipe it, and even ten shots can ignite it. This is the lesson learned by Lao Tai Yongying Camp with blood at Wanfu Bridge.

Han Xiufeng said without hesitation: "I won't buy a coercion even if there is stock. Since Mr. Johnson does not have a spot for a musket, I'll go to other foreign companies to ask."

After listening to the translation, Johnson shrugged and expressed regret for not completing this business. Han Xiufeng had long thought of comparing the stores, but he didn't feel much regretful. He bowed and thanked him and said goodbye to Johnson with a smile.

Unexpectedly, I went to five foreign companies in the morning, including one of France's foreign companies, but there was no spot in stock of firefish guns. Lin Qingyuan also felt strange and helped him find a familiar foreigner on the Bund and asked, and then he realized that the firefish gun was a gun used by foreign soldiers on English, Citi and French gunships. Looking for those crazy foreign soldiers, maybe they could buy more than ten or twenty shots, but if you want to buy more, you have to find the foreign company.

"Master Han Si, why don't you take a break here and I'll go to the Citibank Concession to help you ask."

It was not that Han Xiufeng could not walk, but was attracted by the foreign gunships and cargo ships docked on the Bund. Thinking that Lin Qingyuan mistakenly thought he was a bandit from Jiangning, he should not dare to be clueful, and agreed: "Then please help me with a trip, Guangsheng, Xiao Wuzi, you go with Mr. Lin."

"Okay, but Master Fourth, don't go far, otherwise we won't be able to find you when we come back."

"Don't worry, I'll just look here and don't go anywhere."

As soon as the three of them were sent away, Su Jueming couldn't help but point to the porter who helped unload the goods from the foreign cargo ship and said, "Second Master, look, it's all full of smoke!"

Looking in the direction of Su Jueming's finger, boxes of tobacco were moved to the shore by hundreds of porters and ants. Han Xiufeng looked at the Shanghai Customs Supervision Bureau in the distance, then looked back at the houses built by foreigners on the Bund, and said with a frown: "The court collected taxes, and the foreigners made money, but it was the people who harmed them."

"If you learn everything well, no one will get it. Where can foreigners make money?"

"This thing is addictive. You say you don't want to smoke it now, and you're pulled it to smoke it once or twice. You can't do it if you don't want to smoke it." Han Xiufeng sat down, stared at the "successful ship" on the river, and murmured: "How did this ship be made by foreigners? There are those foreign guns, those foreign cloth, foreign soap, foreign soap and foreign fire. Why can't we make it?"
Chapter completed!