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"Are you really going to do business with Shireck? That's practically like asking a tiger for its hide…" Roger looked at Tang Mo, who was picking his teeth with a toothpick, and asked in confusion.
Tang Mo slapped the homemade toothpick onto the table and smiled, "I'm just buying time. As long as they are willing to maintain a peace period of three to six months with us, we can turn Brunas into an ironclad fortress."
"By then, we'll have hundreds of soldiers and a dozen grenade launchers, fully capable of setting up a defensive line to go to war with an enemy ten times our size in Brunas," Tang Mo said as he looked toward the exquisite map hanging on the wall beside them.
This map was a gift from Gis to Tang Mo, and along with it came many other things.
For instance, the pile of fine wine in the corner of the room, the tens of thousands of Gold Coins in Tang Mo's warehouse, and an order for the Great Tang Group that seemed quite exaggerated.
