In the Main World, Lin Ze and Zhang Hai spoke through an encrypted call.
"Ah Hai, help me get in touch with someone who can supply a hundred thousand automatic rifles and a hundred million rounds of ammunition. This is a long-term order. We need the first tenth delivered upfront; the rest can be made gradually."
"Any problems?"
Lin Ze asked.
By his own inclination, Lin Ze should have brought out some semi-automatic rifles—or even outdated junk from the last century—to fob off the Great Zhou Imperial Family's buyers.
After all, if the guns he sold were ever used against him, that could be a bit of a nuisance.
However, the other party had their eye on firearms because they wanted weapons that could match the power of the guns Lin Ze used, so they could deal with martial artists.
Guns were practically the gold standard for measuring a strong fighter. Anyone who hadn't reached the Condensed True stage of Martial Arts had virtually no ability to fight back. Even martial artists above that level couldn't ignore the threat posed by firearms. Equipped on a large scale, guns were still extremely formidable.
Besides, the other party had agreed to pay two hundred taels of silver per firearm—a high price. In that case, since Lin Ze still had to make a living in the Great Zhou Dynasty, he couldn't very well rip them off.
Hearing this, Zhang Hai frowned slightly. "It's not a problem, exactly. My supplier can get the goods as long as you pay. But Ah Ze, what do you need so many guns and so much ammunition for?"
"A hundred thousand rifles and a hundred million rounds could arm an army capable of steamrolling some of the smaller countries on the Golden Continent. Don't make trouble that gets