Chapter 1535: Trade

At this moment, in America.

In Longyan City, Qingyang Shuo is looking at a report from the Indians.

The reason he returned to Longyan City is because an uninvited guest has recently arrived here.

One who requires him to personally host.

However, since the guest has not yet arrived, Qingyang Shuo first began to read the Indians' report.

Outside, heavy snow is falling, but Qingyang Shuo does not feel cold at all.

Now that winter has arrived and the weather has gradually turned cold, in order to keep warm, Qingyang Shuo brought in a stove, a highly distinctive Longyan product.

It has brought about an unprecedented response in Longyan City.

Heating in winter is not a problem in Longyan, but in America, where everything is backward, it is a major problem.

And there are no good solutions for it.

Qingyang Shuo is a master of political Strategy, not an inventor.

He had no choice but to seek help from Liu Zheng.

Liu Zheng's reply to him was to manufacture such a stove; originally, Qingyang Shuo held a wait-and-see attitude.

Because the structure of this stove looked too strange.

But over these past few years, Liu Zheng has brought them too many strange things, and they have all been quite useful.

After Qingyang Shuo made a few stoves and burned coal in them.

Even he had to exclaim that this stove is truly warm!

Although the heating area is only two small rooms, it is exceptionally warm; as long as there is enough coal burning, theoretically, it is just like summer inside the room.

Although Longyan does not have any Coal Mines in America, they get coal from Britain's Coal Mines at almost no cost.

This has resulted in Longyan City currently having no shortage of coal at all.

Consequently, Qingyang Shuo soon promoted this stove.

Beside the stove, Qingyang Shuo is wearing relatively thin clothing while watching the intelligence from the Indians.

They indicated that there will not be any major movements this winter.

But they will continue to go deeper and prepare for an uprising.

Regarding the Indians' actions, Qingyang Shuo did not say much.

Both the British and the French treat the Indians as slaves; it is only during times of war like this that some Indians receive better treatment.

Just like now, the French army possesses a large number of Indians, and they use these Indians to fight for them.

After the French used the Indians to win a few battles.

The British side also began to gradually relax their policies toward the Indians, giving them room to survive.

The current Indians are struggling for survival in the cracks.

However, the current Indians are still very weak.

Qingyang Shuo thought for a moment, and finally replied in the letter: "What you need to do now is to seize their Weapon Depot; when your strength is great, occupy them, and I will assist you in launching an uprising."

After finishing writing, Qingyang Shuo called for a servant.

He handed this letter to him.

And told him to send it off.

At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and the wind and snow blowing in brought a hint of chill, but it quickly vanished.

The servant glanced at the person shivering from the cold; after he walked out, he closed the room door.

Qingyang Shuo looked at the person trembling all over and smiled faintly: "Please sit."

That person glanced at Qingyang Shuo, seeing that he was just an elderly man with a disability, but he did not have the slightest intention of looking down on him, instead showing a somewhat solemn expression.

He used the highest standard of British etiquette to convey his respect to Qingyang Shuo.

"Respected Longyan City Lord, clever Mr. Qingyang Shuo, I, Count Kelinxi, have come to pay a visit."

Qingyang Shuo nodded slightly: "Forgive this old man for being unable to stand to return the greeting."

"It is of no concern." Kelinxi took his seat; at this moment, he had been in the room for less than a minute, but he felt a wave of heat rushing toward him, which was very comfortable.

He felt

somewhat strange, as it was clearly snowing heavily outside, yet he did not feel cold at all.

It was even much warmer than his own castle.

Kelinxi laughed and asked: "Mr. Qingyang Shuo, could you tell me why it is so warm here?"

Qingyang Shuo smiled: "This is just caused by a small invention of my Longyan, nothing special."

Kelinxi's mouth twitched, but he did not continue to ask.

After Qingyang Shuo took a sip of hot tea, he looked at Kelinxi, who was also tasting the tea, and asked: "I wonder why the British Spokesperson stationed in America has come to find me?"

Kelinxi's expression turned heavy, and he no longer had the heart to drink tea.

He sighed and said: "It is like this, we lost the Gold Mine War, and now we are in urgent need of a batch of weapons; I wonder if Longyan can provide them."

Qingyang Shuo understood Kelinxi's meaning; to put it bluntly, he had come to collect a debt.

The Arsenal had been built for some time.

But during this period, Longyan City had not provided them with any Cannonballs, instead using various excuses as reasons to stall and simply not give them.

Moreover, the British had been continuously sending various raw materials to the Arsenal, hoping to use Longyan's weapons as soon as possible.

For this, the British had satisfied every condition of the Arsenal.

But he did not expect that today the other party would come to collect the debt.

Qingyang Shuo put down his teacup, showing a look of difficulty, but he did not refuse: "Sigh, Brother Kelinxi, just say directly what armaments you want."

Kelinxi smiled; it seemed there was a chance this time.

"Whatever you produce in Longyan City now, we want it."

"And what if we haven't produced anything?" Qingyang Shuo asked.

Kelinxi narrowed his eyes and stared at Qingyang Shuo.

"That is not a funny joke."

The atmosphere in the air went quiet for a few seconds.

The two people looking at each other suddenly burst into laughter.

"Mr. Qingyang Shuo, you are too humorous; right now, Longyan City is no match for our Britain."

Qingyang Shuo quickly agreed: "Yes, indeed, we cannot defeat a Britain."

He added a sentence in his heart: given the current military strength of Longyan City, it could take on more than one Britain.

However, if they fought Britain, Longyan would be completely emptied.

It might be finished off by the French Army.

Qingyang Shuo laughed again, then said in a deep voice: "There is certainly a batch of military equipment, but it might not be what you want."

Qingyang Shuo stared into Kelinxi's eyes, meeting his gaze directly.

Kelinxi narrowed his eyes slightly, took a sip of tea, leaned back in his chair, sighed, and said: "Sir, it seems you know what I want this time."

Qingyang Shuo nodded: "I know."

"You want revolvers."

Kelinxi looked at Qingyang Shuo and said in a deep voice: "Yes."

He took a breath, his expression becoming a bit more solemn: "Sir, who doesn't need a firearm like the revolver that can fire six shots in succession?"

Qingyang Shuo turned his head to look at him, frowning: "I have already made an exception and sold you six hundred of them."

"But now those six hundred revolvers are in the hands of our opponent, the French Army."

"Can you rest easy?"

Qingyang Shuo frowned deeply but remained silent.

Seeing this, Kelinxi stood up abruptly, walked over to Qingyang Shuo, crouched down, and gazed at his face: "Mr. Qingyang Shuo, if the French get their hands on the bullets for the revolvers, six hundred revolvers used properly are enough to overturn the battlefield!"