Chapter 106: Remarks on the Release

Chavez continued: "He will definitely agree."

"But—" Archuleta hesitated.

"Armijo is my uncle. I certainly know him." Chavez interrupted him. "Even if he disagrees, I will convince him. Believe me, Archuleta."

"Okay." Archuleta finally nodded. He wasn't sure if Governor Armijo would agree, but he was sure that Chavez would be able to convince the governor.

Chavez then asked, "How much do you plan to sell this pistol for?"

Ma Shao: "If you purchase more than 500 at a time, the price is 25 silver dollars each."

Archuleta frowned. "Twenty-five silver dollars? That's too much. It's almost as much as three brown besses."

Ma Shao smiled and said, "Colonel Archuleta, which one do you think is more practical, three Brown Bess or a Browning 1845?"

Archuleta said nothing.

Of course he knew the answer. No one would carry three Brown Besses to the battlefield, but everyone would be willing to wear a Browning revolver on his waist.

"Even this immature Colt pistol was sold for fifty dollars when it was first launched." Ma Shao shook the Colt pistol in his hand. "It is indeed expensive to sell it for fifty dollars, but Browning sells it for twenty-five silver dollars, which is not expensive at all."

"On the battlefield, a Browning can sometimes help you save your life, or at least kill more enemies. Isn't an extra enemy head or your own head worth twenty-five silver dollars?"

"Twenty-five silver dollars, this is the lowest price," he added.

Chavez thought for a moment and then asked directly, "How many Browning revolvers do you have?"

Ma Shao: "We only brought 500 this time. If you need more, I'll bring them next time."

Chavez: "I need 2,000. Can you deliver them to me within two months?"

"No problem!" Ma Shao agreed decisively. Two thousand Browning pistols were enough to bring him more than $30,000 in profit, which was definitely a good start for Apache's arms business.

Afterwards, the two parties exchanged money and goods, and discussed some issues regarding the use of pistols.

"Bang, bang, bang--" Ma Shao demonstrated again. This time he fired six bullets in almost one second, which made Archuleta and Chavez open their eyes wide.

"How did you do it?" Chavez quickly stepped forward and asked.

Ma Shao smiled and demonstrated the action. He pulled the trigger with one hand and continuously pulled the hammer with the other hand: "Just by doing this, you can make the pistol fire faster, but you can hardly aim. If you are an expert, or when there are a bunch of enemies in front of you, you can try this method."

Ma Shao has never seen a revolver expert who can aim in this way.

However, he had seen it on the Internet in his previous life: a man fired five shots in 0.88 seconds and all of them hit the target, setting a world record.

"Mr. Chavez, are you Governor Armijo's nephew?" Ma Shao asked.

"Yes," Travis said.

Ma Shao brought out another wooden box. "Here is a limited edition Browning 1845, specially prepared for Governor Armijo. Mr. Chavez, please give it to the governor."

"No problem." Chavez nodded.

After he took the box, he added, "To be honest, this is the first time I've seen Indians like you. You look nothing like those savages."

Ma Shao smiled but said nothing.

"If all Indians were like you, there wouldn't be so many conflicts between us." Chavez continued, "...After Mexico and the United States went to war, I thought you wouldn't side with the United States, right?"

"Of course not." Ma Shao said affirmatively.

Archuleta asked, "So you're more willing to help us?"

Ma Shao shook his head: "No, we will remain neutral - we don't want to suffer casualties in a war that others are fighting."

Archuleta was silent for a second. "Smart choice."

He turned to look at Chavez: "We should go back and let the soldiers try out the new weapons."

"Goodbye, Apaches."

"Goodbye, Colonel Archuleta, Mr. Chavez," said the horse whistle, watching the Mexicans return to Santa Fe.

After the Mexicans left, Du Tiao said, "Twelve thousand five hundred dollars, selling arms is really profitable."

Ma Shao: "This is only 500. We will produce 1,500 more to sell to the Mexicans in Santa Fe."

Du Tiao looked at the translator and said, "Old Lu, didn't Chavez just say that if all Indians were like the chief, there wouldn't be so many conflicts between Mexicans and Indians?"

"That's right." The translator Lao Lu was a Navajo, and his accent sounded a bit special.

Du Tiao laughed disdainfully and said, "Arrogant Mexicans, if all Indians were like the great chief, there would be no place for them in America!"

Ma Shao: "Let's go back too."

But the old heron quickly said, "Wait, Chief."

"how?"

The old heron continued, "We have already arrived in Santa Fe City. Shouldn't we go to Blue Pearl Mountain to have a look?"

"Yes, Chief, Lanzhu Mountain is not far from here." Several people echoed.

For many Indians, especially the Navajo, Mount Blue Pearl is a sacred mountain.

Ma Shao also thought it didn't matter, so he nodded and agreed: "Okay, let's go to Lanzhu Mountain to take a look."

…

Washington, the White House.

Strictly speaking, there was no White House in this era. The name White House was given by President Roosevelt in 1902.

Now its name is simply "Presidential Palace".

Inside the Presidential Palace, under the Stars and Stripes.

"I've had enough of these abolitionists. In order to improve their political status and satisfy their sense of superiority, they talk big and talk about morality all day long! They simply want to bring down the Union!" President James Polk said angrily as he looked at another document in front of him related to the abolition issue.

To this staunch pro-slavery president, abolitionists were the root of all evil and a huge waste of his energy.

Moreover, there are more and more issues related to abolition, and people bring up this issue every other day.

He touched his hairline and sighed.

As the most hardworking American president, although Polk has only worked for ten months, he has lost a lot of hair, and his wrinkles and dark circles are becoming more and more serious.

He had turned 50 about two months ago, but he now felt like he was almost 60.

"Mr. President." At this time, a slightly plump old man in a suit and tie walked directly into the office door. The old man seemed to have a squint.

"What's the matter, Buchanan?" Polk asked.

"Mexico refuses to receive our envoys," said Secretary of State James Buchanan.

President Polk did not seem surprised at all when he heard the news.

He was silent for a moment and then said, "Tell General Zachary Taylor to lead his men to the Rio Grande... and wait for the Mexicans to fire the first shot."

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