He had never interacted directly with Su Rong before, and didn't know what kind of person Su Rong was, but he could guess from Aaron's attitude towards Su Rong.
A Long was very cautious when mentioning Su Rong. Liu Yuanwai had been influenced by him and knew that Su Yao must be very difficult to deal with. But now what he feared came true and he happened to be in trouble. He wanted to die and his hands and feet were so nervous that he didn't know what to do. When he heard Su Rong urging him from behind, his mind went blank and his hands were shaking.
Su Rong chuckled, clicked his tongue, and said lightly, "It seems that Mr. Liu is not very convenient to open the door himself, so why not let me do it for you."
After he said that, he reached out and took the key from Mr. Liu's hand.
How could Mr. Liu dare to say no at this time? Behind Su Rong were soldiers in full armor. If he dared to say no, he would be chopped into meat paste immediately.
Seeing Su Rong go to open the door, Mr. Liu was shaking like a sieve and couldn't help but secretly take a few steps back. He glanced at the officers and soldiers whose eyes seemed to be all focused on Su Rong. He mustered up his courage and moved to the side.
Although he also knew that it was a fantasy to escape in front of the officers and soldiers in the yard, but that was human nature. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, who would be willing to give up
Just as he moved to the side, Qing Kun looked at him and reminded him coldly: "Mr. Liu, I think you'd better not move around, otherwise I'm afraid that the brothers' knives will not have eyes and hurt you by mistake."
The last bit of hope in Mr. Liu's heart was gone, as if a basin of ice water had been poured over him from head to toe. He closed his eyes and dared not move.
Su Rong inside had already asked Zhou Ruomin: "Is it really here?"
Zhou Ruomin nodded. "I've been keeping an eye on the workshop here. They've been busy all day and only stopped yesterday. But these few days our craftsmanship department has also been helping Governor Liao's wife prepare fireworks. Workers are coming in and out every day. They definitely don't have a chance to smuggle anything out. They've spent so much effort, so what they're secretly preparing must be something extraordinary. It's impossible for them to get rid of it quietly."
In particular, he noticed that there was no record of any goods being shipped out recently.
The stuff must still be in the warehouse.
Su Rong raised his eyebrows and nodded to Zhou Ruomin, signaling him to take people to look for it, and he also took a few people to look for it on the other side.
The Craftsmen's Department, which is responsible for making these crafts for the Mu Mansion, is very large. This warehouse is the largest one in the department, and can accommodate almost seven or eight hundred people at the same time. It is very spacious. At this time, there are many wooden boxes piled up in the warehouse, and many of them are covered with sacks. Su Rong opened a few boxes at random, and there were some utensils inside, which were not what they were looking for.
Walking along the rows of boxes, Su Rong soon found that there were more than a dozen large boxes piled in the corner. These boxes were also piled up with those tattered sacks. At first glance, they were no different from the boxes he had just walked past.
Su Rong frowned and stopped in front of the boxes. He was silent for a moment and told the people below: "Open it."
The boxes were piled up in the corner but arranged fairly neatly, which gave him a very strange feeling.
The subordinate immediately climbed up and opened the box on the second floor. As soon as he opened it, he shook his head at Su Rong in a daze: "Master, there is nothing."
Su Rong lowered his eyes, and after a moment let him come down, moved the box that still had nothing in it, and opened the box underneath that box.
And then, even with his determination, he couldn't help but utter an exclamation.
His subordinates were shocked by his appearance and leaned over to look. Not only Su Rong, but everyone else couldn't help but open their mouths in shock and asked, "This... Isn't this, isn't this a musket?!"
Fire gun! Fire gun that only the Shenjiying has!
In fact, even the three major camps of the Shenji Camp in the capital do not have many of these things now. The drawings of the Ministry of Works for building these firearms have been lost, and most of the old craftsmen only know one or two steps in the production. Therefore, the muskets in the Shenji Camp are not something that all the soldiers of the Shenji Camp can touch.
Who would have thought that I would see it in Dali Prefecture!
It's really weird, how could there be such a thing in such a remote place
Moreover, Mu Tong had been beaten badly before, so since he had this thing, why didn't he take it out at that time
Su Rong was shocked for a moment, then came to his senses.
This is not something from the Dali Prefecture. To be precise, this is something produced by Boss Ma and his people with the help of the Craftsmen's Bureau.
Boss Ma and his gang are on the sea all year round and are well-known robbers. They also do business with the Japanese, providing them with smuggled goods and arms.
Even Shenhai has his own special guard team. I heard that each of those people is equipped with a musket.
Su Rong didn’t believe it before. After all, even the imperial court couldn’t provide its elite soldiers with muskets and firearms, so how could the pirates have them
Now he had to believe it.
How long has it been? Only 20 to 30 days at most, and they have managed to make so many muskets!
It can be seen that they really do this business at sea!
With these muskets, these people could really cause trouble, at least in Dali Prefecture, and then they could surround Mu Mansion and fire at will. Even though Su Rong was always famous for his calmness and self-control, he couldn't help but turn pale at this moment. He turned and walked towards the door, and saw Mr. Liu, whose face was pale under the light of the torches. He strode up to Mr. Liu, stared at him carefully for a while, and then kicked Mr. Liu in the abdomen. Mr. Liu immediately shrank in pain, curled up and begged for mercy.
He also knew that being discovered would be a fatal matter. Even if Su Rong killed him immediately, no one would dare to say a word. After all, the warehouse was full of muskets!
Su Rong stared at him grimly: "Let me ask you, how long have you been doing these things?"
Mr. Liu was so upset that he couldn't even cry. At this point, he knew there was no way to negotiate. He shook his head with a pale face and said, "I... I was wrong, Uncle. We, we did it for a whole month."
One month
Su Rong sneered coldly: "The Ministry of Industry in the capital doesn't have this skill either. How can you make so many muskets in just one month? How many people do you have?"
Although Mr. Liu didn't know why he asked this, he still subconsciously said, "It was made by more than 300 people. We got the blueprints and an old master led us."