Alien Arms Empire

 Chapter 120 120We are not bandits

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.

 They have large salaries and can buy things they never dared to think of before: many workers even have new clothes. This is the first time in their lives that they can distinguish work clothes from clothes.

Almost all the workers have been assigned to dormitories. These dormitories were plastered with mud before the snow fell in winter and the outer walls were thickened, making them barely usable.

Tang Mo even purchased 200 cattle 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 is not making money as fast as he is spending money. His gold coin storage is shrinking significantly, but his physical industry is expanding visibly to the naked eye.

 Despite the snowy time, Tang Mo's factory is still expanding crazily. Seven or eight factory buildings have been under construction, but the speed has slowed down significantly.

 The work on the railway was indeed forced to pause, but the logging work for 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. Let’s talk about the future.

 As a result, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Dino who rushed over in a hurry. The boy was panting, wearing thick cotton clothes, and his face was flushed with heat.

He ran 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.

 So 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 unfortunately it will not start construction 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. He stood there like a tank parked outside Tang Mo's room.

What made Tang Mo even more speechless was that the 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, are 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.

 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 broken 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 here that I want to sell, and I wonder if you are interested." Chumluo licked his lips, as if a pig was 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, Weiss and Tiger both frowned involuntarily. Because slaves are actually rare these days.

 Generally speaking, lower-class sailors at sea were slaves, and this may be 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. Without slaves, most people would really not be able to endure 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 taboo, and when talking about the slave trade, it is also more obscure.

But this does not mean that there are not some fierce, shameless scum in this industry, who don’t even bother to hide their shame.

Chumro is obviously this kind of scum. He robs people and sells them as slaves to make profits.

 “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 up 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 good goods...women, female elves, catwomen, female Asians ...Anything is fine." A greedy smile appeared on Chumluo's face, and the anger just disappeared, and he shouted loudly.

"You can introduce people to me, desperate civilians, helpless homeless people... 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 all this misfortune, shoot me in the back of the head?" Tang Mo stared at Chumluo and said with a gloomy expression.

"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 kill your carrot-like fingers. Chop one off! ...Go away!”

 “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.

Chumro instinctively felt the danger. Judging from the speed of the gun, the two men pointing the gun at him were both ruthless men.

So he didn't dare to act rashly anymore. 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 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!”

 (End of this chapter)