Zhu Zhanji looked at Han Du for a few seconds and said with a smile: "I heard that the fire dragon cannon is very powerful..."
Before he could finish speaking, Han Du immediately laughed, stood up and left without saying a word.
"Master, why is this happening?" Zhu Zhanji quickly stood up and stopped Han Du.
Han Du snorted coldly and said with a sneer: "The Fire Dragon Cannon is a sacred weapon of the Ming Dynasty, and it will never be given to outsiders. Not to mention that I can't fulfill your request, even the emperor cannot agree to it."
"I advise you to give up this idea. If the emperor misunderstands you, he might just chop off your head."
Han Du thought that Zhu Zhanji was completely crazy. You must know that it was the fire dragon cannon that wiped out Zhu Di's million-strong army. No matter how stupid Zhu Yunye is, there is no way he can hand this thing over to Zhu Di.
Zhu Zhanji was shocked, and then he realized that what he just said was indeed too reckless.
But this can't be blamed on him. Everyone knows that the fire dragon cannon is extremely powerful and unmatched in the world. Who wouldn’t want such a baby? Read the book
"Master, sit down and talk." Zhu Zhanji wanted to pull Han Du to sit down again.
Han Du shook his head vigorously, flicked his sleeves to break away from his hand, and said calmly: "It's not enough to talk about it. In this case, we have nothing to talk about. Goodbye!"
"Master, wait." Seeing Han Du turn around and go out, Zhu Zhanji quickly shouted: "Master, I don't want students, nor do I want fire dragon cannons. I just want a secret recipe for steelmaking, how about it?"
The secret recipe for steelmaking? This can be discussed, and Han Du felt a little paused in his heart.
The secret recipe for steel-making has been updated for several generations under Lin Mo's research. The first-generation secret recipe has almost no value now.
Seeing that Han Du's expression softened, Zhu Zhanji quickly invited Han Du to sit down again and refilled the tea for him with his own hands.
Han Du took the teacup, frowned slightly and asked, "Why do you want this?"
Seeing that this request was interesting, Zhu Zhanji was stunned and even a little ecstatic. He showed a helpless look and said with a wry smile: "Young Master also knows about the situation of American products, right?"
Han Du nodded slightly, picked up the blue and white porcelain tea cup and took a sip: "America is richer in products than the Ming Dynasty, and there are many kinds of minerals..."
At this point, Han Du stopped talking for an instant and looked at Zhu Zhanji with wide eyes. Thinking of Zhu Zhanji's request for the secret method of steelmaking, he asked with some uncertainty: "Have you discovered iron ore?"
Zhu Zhanji smiled and nodded rather reservedly: "It's not that I discovered an iron mine, but that I discovered a large area of iron ore, as well as some gold and silver mines."
This is so meow...it really made Han Du's eyes red with jealousy. At the beginning, he told Zhu Biao that America was a treasure land rich in products and could not be given to others, but in the end, he gave it to Zhu Di.
Zhu Di is also blessed to have a big brother like Zhu Biao in eighteen lifetimes. Even if Zhu Biao killed him, no one could say that Zhu Biao did not have brotherhood.
Even other vassal kings would clap their hands and say Zhu Biao killed well.
But even though Zhu Di committed such a serious crime, Zhu Biao still didn't kill him, and even gave him the treasure land of America!
"So?" Han Du's mood suddenly changed, and his tone of voice became a little aggressive.
Zhu Zhanji understood what was going on after a moment's thought. He lowered his posture and said with a wry smile: "But we don't have good skills. We can only make iron, not steel."
Han Du sneered in his heart, thinking that Zhu Di should be blamed for this matter.
At first, Zhu Biao was worried that his younger brother would be bullied by the natives when he went to the Americas. Except for the fire dragon cannon, he almost gave him everything he asked for. But Zhu Di only made two requests, one is talents from the academy, and the other is steel-making skills.
Perhaps in Zhu Di's mind, his eyes were focused on money, food, and population at that time, and he didn't pay enough attention to any skills.
Now that he finally understood the importance of talents and skills, he desperately sent Zhu Zhanji back to the Ming Dynasty.
"The skill of steelmaking..." Han Du smiled and nodded, "Here you go.
It doesn’t hurt either. "
"Thank you very much, sir." Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed and held his hands with a smile.
Han Du waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing.
After thinking for a while, he looked at him doubtfully and asked: "You want the secret recipe, why don't you ask the emperor and come to me instead?"
After hearing this, Zhu Zhanji smiled flatteringly, coughed and said sheepishly: "To be honest with you, I have already begged the emperor."
"Oh? Doesn't the emperor agree?" It's no wonder that Han Du was surprised. Zhu Yunye seemed to have a great affection for Zhu Zhanji. Since the two met, Zhu Yunye would satisfy almost no matter what Zhu Zhanji asked.
Sometimes, even if he objects, Zhu Yunye will go his own way.
A little secret recipe for steel-making, Zhu Yunye should not be reluctant to part with it!
"No, no, no, of course the emperor has no objection." Zhu Zhanji was eager to explain, waving his hands as if he was afraid that Han Du would misunderstand.
After pausing for a few seconds, he took a long breath, looked into Han Du's eyes and praised: "But the master has a good disciple, Lin Mo..."
As if he felt it was not good to call him by his first name, Zhu Zhanji immediately changed his mind: "Master Lin insists not to give, what can I do?"
Han Du was stunned for a second, and then laughed: "How dare he disobey the emperor's instructions? As far as I know, he shouldn't have such courage, right?"
The bitterness on Zhu Zhanji's face became even stronger, as if he was defending Lin Mo: "Of course Mr. Lin will not disobey the order, but he said there is no secret recipe. Who can do anything to him?"
Yes, I had told Lin Mo at the beginning that in order to keep the secret recipe, I asked him to keep the secret recipe in his mind without leaving any words!
I never thought that my initial caution would have such miraculous effects after so many years!
As long as the words were not left behind, even if Lin Mo refused to hand over the secret recipe, it would not be considered a rebellion. The secret recipe is in his mind. If he says it exists, it will be there. If he says it doesn’t exist, it won’t exist.
"Is this why you came to me?" Han Du glanced at Zhu Zhanji casually.
Zhu Zhanji nodded readily and admitted, "Yes, Mr. Lin said that the secret recipe is only in the hands of your father-in-law, so please be kind to me."
Han Du understood that it was Lin Mo who couldn't make up his mind, so he pushed Zhu Zhanji in front of him and gave him the decision-making power.
"Okay, I'll send someone to bring it to you when I go back and find it." Han Du put down the teacup in his hand, stood up with both hands.
Of course Han Du had a copy of the secret recipe in his hand, and it was written on paper. However, it was encrypted using an encryption method that only Han Du knew. Zhu Zhanji couldn't understand what was written when he got it, and Han Du needed to go back and translate it word for word.
"I'll go with you." Zhu Zhanji was worried about the long night and dreamy dreams, so he immediately offered to go with him: "I'll also see you off by the way."
Han Du immediately waved his hand, turned his head and said with a smile: "No, I will send someone to deliver it to you tomorrow. Are you still worried that I will go back on my promise?"
"No, no, no, of course not..." Zhu Zhanji chuckled, "Master, walk slowly."
This time Han Du did not refuse, turned around with a smile, and walked out of the room.
