"Every respectable gentleman present knows the city better than me. All along, the bulk ironware transactions in Steel Fort have been closed-door business. Based on long-term good trust, the buyer and the seller only need simple verbal commitments.

You can enter into an agreement.”

Anna paused for a moment, smiled, and nodded to [Iron Hand] and Old Schmid, respectively: "It's the same with the land in front of the mountain and with Venetta."

The owner of the forge was confused and shocked, as if he was suddenly hit by the head, and they all subconsciously held their breath and listened. No one knew what the little baron was doing, and actually introduced a woman to the head?

However, the workshop owners had to admit that although the Baroness spoke quietly, she had a calm force and was so beautiful that it was afraid to look at it.

"But the Gnanasi family does not have such valuable trust in the steel castle," Anna continued, "so we hope to complete the transaction in a more open, fairer and easier way."

After saying that, Anna nodded and signaled. The two guards were ordered and walked into the living room with a stack of scrolls.

The Baron's guards were all wearing sabers, with cold eyes and strong bodies. The soldiers' temperament was undoubtedly revealed in every move. Just by being cut by the Baron's guards, the Lords of the Forging Stove felt a chill on their backs.

The Saber Guard distributed the scrolls to everyone in sequence without expression, and each workshop owner who received the scrolls fell silent.

Fuller's position was not good, so he finally got the scroll. Before, he could only see other people's expressions and was anxious. After getting the scroll, Fuller couldn't wait to open it, and what caught his eye was the line of product names and numbers, which were all neatly used.

Italics in italics.

The items listed in barrels, sabers, helmets, breastplates to buttons, axles, lead ingots, steel cakes, and reels cover almost all outputs of steel castles.

The product name is written on the left side of the scroll, and the price and quantity are written on the right side. The format is concise and clear at a glance.

At the end of the scroll, there are additional instructions for the listed products. The person who wrote the scroll obviously put a lot of effort into setting very specific specifications for each product.

For example, the "saber" item is described as a cavalry knife with a blade length of 90 cm to 1 meter, slightly curved, and hard steel. It must be able to withstand the impulse of high-speed chopping and cut with certain elasticity. It includes tools and

scabbard].

For example, the "barrel" item is described as [one meter to one meter and two meter and weight within four kilograms. It is straight, the inner wall is smooth, and it passes at least once. It can fire more than 25 grams of lead bullets. It does not include

Gun tools and accessories].

Fuller quickly found the quote for "barrel" in the scroll, which was slightly higher than the normal barrel market price, but it was still a price that Fuller could not afford.

Sell ​​muskets at the price given by the other party, and sell one and pay one.

Unless Fuller hires people to dismantle the musket at hand and really sells the barrel, then removing the cost of hiring people may be able to save the capital.

But what should I do if the remaining guns are used? The guns of each musket are customized according to the barrel. Even if the size looks similar, if you use two muskets to exchange the stocks, it is likely that neither of them will be able to adapt.

Even if the guns can still be reused, who will buy guns at this time? It can only be pressed into the warehouse, or split it and sold as firewood.

When Fuller was secretly hurt, he suddenly found that the list also included bullet molds, musket accessories such as spindles. Although the quotation was not high, he still had some profit.

Just as Fuller racked his brains to calculate whether the profits of the accessories could be used to fill the deficit in the barrel, the iron hand Geisberg raised the scroll and asked sternly: "What does this mean?"

"Just as the list shows," Anna said calmly: "We don't want to discuss the details of the transaction with you through closed-door negotiations. It's too unfair and not transparent enough. So we honestly inform you of our needs and needs.

There is no concealment or conspiracy."

Most workshop owners are still digesting sudden changes and thus falling into a strange silence. Only a small number of people with quick thinking can respond on the spot.

"You give the baron's acceptable price." Iron Hand asked aggressively, "What?"

"You can also submit acceptable prices to you at any time in an undisclosed form."

"What's the matter?"

Anna's voice was cold and transparent: "The lower ones get it."

When Fuller heard this, he immediately looked at the number of three thousand given by the barrel of the barrel, and his heart suddenly sank.

Three thousand pieces are not small. If they are handed over to a workshop, the storage will allow the owner of the forge to make a fortune. But in the current situation, three thousand muskets may not be enough to eat the food in the leading workshops. Even the blacksmith

The guild will advance and retreat together, and at most it will be possible to leave him a little bread crumb.

Anna calmly and took the expressions of the people in the living room with an almost cold attitude.

Since the owners of the Steel Fort have clearly shown that they are going to join forces to raise prices, the best counterattack is to completely lift the curtain. No longer operate in secret, no longer please both sides, but put everything in public and openly

.Of course, the three thousand pieces are a very conservative number, accurately stepping on the inventory quantity of major workshops.

Anna knew her weaknesses very well: she was a woman; she was an outsider, and had no foundation or prestige in the steel castle; she was not old enough, and was just a little girl in the eyes of most workshop owners;

The Lords of the Forge in Steel Fort have countless reasons to despise her and look down on her. Even the advantages of beauty in the general sense will make her at a disadvantage in negotiations.

Sometimes, disguising as a weak person is a wonderful strategy, but in the current situation, it is not. Being clearly seen by the Forge Lords of Steel Fort will only be very unfavorable to the next pressure and slow down the progress of negotiations, while Winters

The thing you need most is time.

So Anna's every move today was carefully considered: her makeup, her outfit, her tone of speech, her appearance, and the "specially vicious Dusak Guard".

She intended to create an inaccessible and unseen image, and invisibly put pressure on the older and more powerful lords of the forging furnace who were older and more powerful than her.

It sounds like a traitor, but people always start from the outside when they understand strangers.

Anna also prepared another weapon, another more brilliant weapon mystery.

After recording the faces of several anxious workshop owners, Anna nodded slightly as a salute, and then walked out of the living room without looking at the squint under the escort of the two guards. She did not look at the Lords of the Forgings, nor did she say a word.

.

The workshop owners looked at each other and watched the Baroness leave until the door leading to the inner room slowly closed, and there were still many things that were not asked clearly.

Father Kaman was surrounded by the workshop owners almost instantly:

"Those who are at a lower price get? What does it mean?"

"What is an undisclosed form?"

"How do we quote? Also write a list of the same format?"

"Sir, everything you need to know is written in the scroll." Kaman gave the guests politely but firmly: "Please come back, everyone."

In this way, Fuller was invited to leave the single-family brick building packaged by Baron Granashi with other workshop owners.

As he walked out of the room, Fuller heard the last words from the priest: "His Excellency Baron asked me to tell you, 'This is the best choice among bad choices'."

Before parting at the lakeside hotel, Iron Hand Geisberg wanted to say a few inspiring words, but after tossing and turning, he was still "stayed" and "as long as he didn't let go, he, a little baron, could not do anything to us", "Don't give it to outsiders

Take advantage of the opportunity” and other clichés.

Seeing that everyone's reaction was mediocre, Iron Hand no longer wasted talk and hurriedly got on the carriage and left.

For some reason, the sentence Mr. Father reposted was deeply imprinted in Fuller's heart and continued to echo on the way home.

...

When Anna first confronted the Lords of Forge and successfully impressed the latter, Winters, Berryon and Charles were walking through the streets and alleys of the old town of Steel Fort.

The so-called streets in the old city are actually cramped open spaces between two rows of houses. They are very narrow and can only accommodate two horses or three people in parallel. They also lack planning, just like the veins that grow naturally on the leaves.

The old city of Gangbao is no different from the former Guitu City, and there are traces of wild growth everywhere.

Workshops of all sizes are crowded on both sides of the Rose River, and the power of the river is used to drive the bellows forging hammers. The poor working in the workshop build huts nearby, forming the original slums around the workshop.

As the wealth of the steel fort accumulates more and more, slums are spreading and growing. Simple wooden houses gradually replace shacks, occupying the streets and asking for space from the blue sky, constantly increasing, and finally shaping the old city of the steel fort into what it is today.

The Changfeng was so conspicuous that Winters rode out an old horse with gray spots. Berryon and Charles also chose inconspicuous horses.

Berion led the way, and Charles followed behind him. The three of them rode on the slag-paved road, and from time to time they had to bow their heads to avoid the icicles hanging under the eaves.

Winters pulled the felt hat down a little, covering the bruises that had been knocked out last night, saying that Winters suddenly had a headache and did not lie.

It was still very cold and there were almost no pedestrians on the road.

Behind the windows on both sides of the streets, there were curious eyes looking at the three riders from time to time.

A thin, misty puppy was guarding the alley and barking at Winters. When Winters approached, the puppy disappeared under the wooden wall in a flash.

When you walk through the shack area that makes you feel stuffy and walk near the river bank, the street becomes wider. Because the workshop is on the river bank, the narrowest part of the road along the coast can accommodate two carriages in parallel.

The mule workers in the workshop owner gathered on the road along the river bank and surrounded the faint fire to keep warm.

Frowning, deep eyes, high cheekbones, and looking forward to Winters after hearing the sound of horse hooves. After finding that Winters didn't plan to hire someone, he looked down at the fire. Almost everyone was

That's true.

Charles caught up with him, side by side with Winters, and asked in a low voice: "Why do they still have to wait outside on such a cold day? No one will come to hire them, right?"

"Hope." Winters' eyes were complicated: "Because of hope."

Shire muttered in a daze: "Hope, those workshop owners are stinging the price and not giving up, because of hope, right?"

Winters didn't say anything.

The three of them continued to ride and soon arrived outside a workshop.

After Berryon stepped forward to confirm, he came back to report to Winters: "Your Excellency, this is what Mr. Carlo Ed said of the 'Neiffel Workshop'."

"Go." Winters pulled out his cane and rolled over and dismounted: "Go over and take a look."

Just like the weather, the business at Neufell Workshop is also deserted. There is no one in the yard and it shouldn't be even knocking on the door.

Winters simply pulled out the sword of the staff and latched the door.

The three of them walked into the workshop yard, and a young, sleepy brown-haired man emerged from the closed workshop.

Seeing Winters holding a sword of the staff, the drowsiness of the brown-haired young man instantly dissipated: "Who are you? What are you doing?"

Winters put away his sword and habitually looked at the surrounding environment, asking, "Why, don't you do business now?"
To be continued...