Gunsmithing Salary Novels & Stories

I didn't actually have any intention of using, what I told Morning about the bullets being precious was true. Although the bullets were silver to maximize their lethality to wolves and shifters, they weren't as expensive as pure silver. Instead, the blacksmiths had come up with an ingenious way to cut down the costs. Instead of being pure silver, the bullets were an amalgam. They were mostly made of brass as per normal bullets, but they had a silver component imbedded as the head. It reduced the cost while still introduction silver to wolves in a lethal manner. But even with that method, silver was silver expensive. So it had to be managed in guns.

Making Cassie jump. "Is there a problem sir?" The gunsmith asked "Either you don't know who I am or your very stupid," Nathan said to him. "Sorry Lord Nathan my apologies." He said and got a much better quality holster. Nathan examined it. Then shoved the pistols back to him. The gunsmith brought out two of the news models. I want four boxes of ammunition. I need gun powder, dynamite and fuses. "It is quite expensive Lord Nathan." The gunsmith said.

“I think it was… Ten thousand?” “Very cheap considering its value. You got lucky, kid.” “I guess so. How do you know all this?” Salj put the blade back in its sheath before answering. “I have been a smith for over thirty years. I can tell a good sword and a bad one even if they both look the same.” “Ohh amazing! If it’s such a good sword, how come the other users refunded the sword?” Matthew asked.

What if he’d used some other compound and the bullets weren’t really silver at all? She considered what had happened that day so long ago when she’d thought Ragnar was close on her trail and she’d found a smithy working at his anvil, his large, sinewy hands pumping the bellows to heat the fire. The sign hanging above the blacksmith’s shop in the Arizona town proudly advertised his skills: wrought iron work, horse shoeing, wagon fixing, wagon wheels, pulling teeth. But all she’d cared about was whether or not he could make bullets. Silver bullets.

“Uh-uh! That’s going to cost ya!” Sasha huffed. Everything in this goddamn place revolved around money. Thankfully, Zen’s meals were free. “How much?” The weaponsmith held up two fingers. “200 credits?” she asked hopefully, and the man pulled a face. “2,000 credits,” he growled. “You didn’t think my skills were that cheap, did you?” Sasha grimaced. 2,000 credits was a lot of money for someone who had to eat in the academy. Thankfully, there were no death penalties for the lower floors and seeing how Sasha earned a lot from Zen’s Rainbow Egg strategy from the Egg Hunt, she could afford this.

"Got an early morning tomorrow. "We've still got inventory to finish on the cargo," he said. "Then I need you to go over the books with Tank." I nodded my understanding. By "go over," he meant cooking the numbers. The Howlers made a modest living off the garage, but the real money came from our firearms dealings. "I'll be here," I respond. "Night." Blayze waved me off as I started my bike and peeled out eastward on the highway, the howls of my brothers just barely audible over the roar of my hog.

A set of six hunting knives. “They’re freshly stoned,” The Blacksmith informed her. The redheaded huntress signaled Griffin to bring the money back before saying, “The same price, I assume.” “The same price,” He affirmed with a nod. “You know, my other clients prefer a long-range weapon: bow and arrow, guns, stuff like that.” Griffin placed the money bags on the crates and unzipped it. Two armed men closed the briefcase before they made the exchange with the pawn shop’s owner.

“Even the most ordinary soldier would not do this kind of dangerous task or risk his life without getting a salary of tens of thousands of US dollars a year.” “As for the higher-level senior officers amongst the mercenaries, I think that their average annual salary should be at least three to four hundred thousand US dollars.” “The payroll for fifty thousand people alone would already amount to ten to twenty billion dollars a year.” “That is just the cost of the salary, and it is not inclusive of the cost of the base, training, meals, transportation, and also the costs of maintaining the weapons and equipment.” “The bigger portion of the costs is the weapons and ammunition. A single bullet c

“The cost of a Tiaz Ice Staff is no less than one hundred thousand Vida. Who’s paying for that? And if you fail, what then?” A hundred thousand was indeed no small sum for her. Aside from the elite circle on Eden Street, most master goldsmiths, after passing their certification and opening their own shops, no longer crafted high-tier weapons. After all, there were only so many people who could afford—and properly wield—such top-grade equipment.

They always had their secret meeting there whenever crucial matters were to be discussed. "How much did we make from selling out guns to other families?" Darian asked the secretary. Adam quickly glanced through the files and looked back at Darian. "Fifty million dollars, boss. We made a lot of money." "Yes, we did. All thanks to Gunther, he works well for us in Dallas." Gaius chirped in, smiling heartily. Daria nodded his head, Gunther was smart, he wouldn't lie about that. He had impressed him since he started working as the boss of the Dallas family mafia and Darian was glad he hadn't flopped.