Seeing the excited expression of the Delhi Sultan in front of him, the big stone in Chang Er's heart finally fell to the ground.
Look at this, I can earn extra money for my eldest nephew!
But Gandhi's expression changed for a moment, and then he frowned, looking a little worried. Seeing this, Chang Er felt nervous and asked,
"Is this something bad?"
What is wrong with Gandhi?
"It's not that it's bad, it's just that the size seems a little inappropriate..."
Hearing this, Chang Er breathed a sigh of relief and asked confidently, "Is it bigger or smaller?"
Gandhi's face turned red, "It's a bit... big..."
"Hey! What's the big deal?" A look of understanding flashed across Chang Er's face, "These can be changed. They can be changed according to the size of you Delhi Sultanate people. Just make this a little smaller, right?"
Gandhi said, "It would be nice if it could be made smaller."
Chang Er patted his chest and said confidently,
"What a big deal! It can be done!"
Gandhi and Chang Er stood and talked for a while, and finally settled the matter in a few moments. Compared with the previous experience at the Ministry of Household Affairs, it was obvious that this transaction was much more pleasant.
The Delhi Sultanate is not short of money. The only requirement is that the quantity must be large. Chang Er is also very direct. As long as the advance payment is received, work can start immediately.
The two hit it off immediately, and a huge deal was finalized.
Seeing that the Ming businessman was about to turn around and leave, little Marco Polo quickly stopped Chang Er.
"Sir, wait a moment."
Chang Er stood still and said, "You want to buy it too?"
Little Marco Polo nodded, introduced himself and said,
"I'm a traveler from Italy. Well... ultra-thin products seem to be very popular in our country. You know, the aristocrats of our country also... often gather together.
Presumably they need it too.
Of course, the price is negotiable, but I wonder if the quantity can be evened out for us. "
Chang Er's eyes lit up when he heard this. He seemed to have opened the door to a new world. There is no market for ultra-thin products! It’s just that there is no market in Daming!
There is so much fun to be had in the outside world! As long as it is exported as a bulk foreign trade commodity, you won’t have to worry about not having buyers!
However, compared with Gandhi, little Marco Polo looked much shabby in terms of clothing and temperament. Chang Er was very doubtful whether little Marco Polo was qualified to place an order.
"Let's talk somewhere."
Chang Er led the two of them to the nearest household department, without even announcing the guards, and went straight into the last guest room of the household department.
In this scene, Gandhi and Marco Polo looked at each other in confusion.
I thought this was just a traveling businessman, but it seems that it is not that simple. If he can enter and leave the household department at will...
Gandhi looked at Chang Er with horrified eyes. He had already been tricked by the Ministry of Revenue, but now he thought it was still a trap set by the Ministry of Revenue.
"who are you?!"
Chang Er sat down and was about to introduce himself when he suddenly saw the candy bag exposed from little Marco Polo's chest pocket. He stood up and took out the sugar from little Marco Polo's pocket.
Pointing at the trademark above, he smiled and said,
"Changjia Baitang, I am the Changjia."
"What?!"
Gandhi stood up suddenly and turned around to leave. Chang Er stood up and grabbed Gandhi.
"Business is no longer available?"
Gandhi said angrily,
"Whatever you do! It's all a trap from the Ming Dynasty's Household Department!"
A look of understanding flashed across Chang Er's face, he comforted Gandhi and said,
"I don't care what business Hu Bu does with you, and it has nothing to do with my Chang family."
"You are all in this together!" Gandhi said angrily.
Chang Er shook his fingers and explained,
"The Ministry of Husbandry represents the Ming Dynasty. The Chang family does not work for the Ming Dynasty, but for His Majesty. Can you understand this?"
Gandhi was stunned for a moment and was confused. In the Delhi Sultanate, the national property belonged to the upper class nobles. They could squander it however they wanted.
There is no distinction between the Central Plains region, the concept of national finance and the emperor's inner treasury at all.
In his opinion, doesn’t Ming Dynasty belong to the emperor? So he naturally deduced that the Hubu who worked for the Ming Dynasty and the Chang family who worked for the emperor both wore the same pair of pants.
Gandhi was half-understood for a moment, but he was still unwilling to give up the ultra-thin business. Ultra-thin flowed into the Delhi Sultanate through his own hands, and he would be able to make a lot of money in the future!
Under the temptation of interests, Gandhi slowly sat down.
Seeing Gandhi's appearance, Chang Er twitched his lips, then looked at little Marco Polo and asked enthusiastically,
"Okay, my friend, you have also heard that our Chang family works for the emperor, but can you represent your country?
If you do not have this status, I can only regret to tell you that we do not have equal trading opportunities. "
Little Marco Polo also wanted to benefit from this deal. Anyone could see that as long as the ultra-thin was brought back to the country, it would be a big hit!
He said quickly,
"Sir, don't worry, although I am a traveler,
But all the financial expenses for traveling to China were supported by the Italian royal family and the church! I can represent my country too! "
Chang Er shook his head,
"It's empty talk. I need you to provide evidence. Otherwise, if you can't represent your country, the transaction between us will be a complete waste of time."
When Marco Polo heard this, his eyes flashed, and a struggling look appeared on his face. He glanced at Gandhi, who shrugged, indicating that he was powerless.
Little Marco Polo looked at Chang Er and asked, as if he had made some important decision,
"Sir, can I talk to you alone?"
"certainly."
Chang Er looked at Gandhi, "Then you step back?"
Gandhi frowned and looked at little Marco Polo, but little Marco Polo didn't look at Gandhi at all.
"Okay, my lord."
Gandhi had no choice but to get up and walk out of the guest room.
When there were only two people left in the guest room, Chang Er looked at little Marco Polo and said,
"There are only two of us left now. If you have anything to say, just say it. I hope you are not wasting my time."
Little Marco Polo said seriously,
“To prove that I can represent my country, I will tell you a big secret that only a few people in our country know!
It is even said that this secret is the greatest discovery in human history! "
Chang Er's eyes lit up and he said with interest,
"I love hearing secrets the most. Please tell me."
Little Marco Polo took a deep breath, as if to complete some historic moment, and slowly said,
"The place where we live is a round ball! The church calls it the earth!"
Chang Er had a strange expression when he heard this.
But little Marco Polo was immersed in the greatness of knowledge, and did not notice Chang Er's strangeness at all, and continued,
"And the earth is the center of the universe! This is mankind's greatest discovery! Geocentric theory!"
After little Marco Polo finished speaking, his chest rose and fell violently, and his excitement could not calm down for a long time.
At this time, Chang Er's doubtful voice sounded,
"What the hell? Isn't the geocentric theory obsolete long ago? Haven't you fast forwarded to the heliocentric theory? Are you so backward?"
