"Master Li." Li Jinglong snorted coldly: "Do you think we would come all the way to find you if we didn't know your details?"
Seeing him lowering his head, Li Jinglong directly pointed out Li Chenggui's strength.
"What you have in your hands is at least as many as one hundred thousand of your Goryeo men."
"Tell me, am I right?"
Li Chenggui raised his head suddenly, then immediately lowered his head with a pale face.
Li Jinglong continued to say in a cold voice: "When doing business, don't just think about returns. There is a saying among us people in the Central Plains that if you don't let go of your children, you won't be able to trap the wolf."
"Master Li is very knowledgeable and should have heard it before. I don't want to play riddles with you. Let me tell you directly, how many troops can you send in the Battle of Pingliao?"
The last sentence was too cold, and Li Chenggui's heart, liver, and lungs were even colder at this moment.
The Ming Dynasty is so far away, how do you know how much military power you have?
Emperor Zhu has become a god, right?
"You have to think carefully before talking." Gu Chen put down the tea cup and said calmly: "Your Majesty knows that it is not easy for you, and he sympathizes with your difficulty."
"But you must also show your greatest sincerity."
"If you treat our Ming Dynasty like a monkey, then don't think that our Ming Dynasty treats your Korea like a human being. You cannot afford the consequences."
When they left, Lao Zhu asked them to negotiate with Li Chenggui to send at least 40,000 troops to help the Ming army pacify Liao. But which salesperson doesn't want to raise the price?
As the price goes up, the commissions and benefits must also go up.
Gu Chen had just finished singing "Red Face", and Li Jinglong started singing "Red Face" again.
"Master Gu, we are a country of etiquette, and we are not barbarians like Qian Yuan. Please be more careful with your words and don't scare Master Li."
"Master Li, if you think about it carefully and carefully, how many troops can be sent? I won't make it difficult for you. Just tell me the number."
"I will go back and report to Your Majesty, and let Your Majesty make a decision."
"It's just that." Li Jinglong stood up, opened the door and took a closer look, then came back and whispered to Li Chenggui: "If your Majesty is dissatisfied and angry, then it has none of my business."
Li Chenggui was stunned again and again by this white-faced, black-faced, and mutually changing operation.
In the end, he still had to give up his hand to please me and said: "I have to trouble my young master to help me say a good word. I will definitely be grateful."
He came today not empty-handed, but brought six hundred taels of gold with him.
"Young Master, four hundred taels of gold are for filial piety to the young master, and two hundred taels of gold are for filial piety to Mr. Gu."
"The small country has no ability and nothing good. I hope the young master and Mr. Gu will accept it and don't dislike the courtesy of this subordinate."
If you cannot accept bribes from your own family, how can you justify not accepting filial piety payments from other countries?
"Ah, how good is this?" Li Jinglong, however, did not follow the routine and said in a low voice: "My Majesty the Ming Dynasty, we are not allowed to accept bribes. If you accept one bribe, you will have to fight sixty times, and if you accept thirty bribes, you will die. "
"Master Li, this gold is enough for Master Gu and I to die how many times?"
Although he said that, Li Jinglong's eyes were still looking straight at the gold, with greed and obsession in his eyes.
Gu Chen: "..."
He was speechless, but he made the same expression as Li Jinglong in front of him.
Well, probably, he guessed what Jiujiang wanted to do.
Sure enough, Li Chenggui hurriedly said: "This is not a bribe. This is money to thank Young Master and Mr. Gu. How can it be considered a bribe?"
If these two people don't accept the money, then he won't feel at ease.
"We are right to think so, but His Majesty and others don't think so."
Li Jinglong sighed and said: "In the eighteenth year of Hongwu, Your Majesty only killed 30,000 corrupt officials. Who dares to make a mistake at this time?"
Li Chenggui's eyes widened. 30,000 people were actually chopped off at the request of him?
Wouldn't it be better to work and fight?
Sure enough, the Celestial Dynasty is the Celestial Dynasty. A population of 30,000 is already a lot for Goryeo, but for the Ming Dynasty, it is just water.
"Originally, it doesn't matter if we hide this money and use it secretly."
Li Jinglong held Li Chenggui's neck and complained in a low voice: "But so many people have seen it, what if they file a complaint to His Majesty?"
"Especially General Ma and General Ye. They all work for the imperial court and are jealous. We have it but he doesn't. Shouldn't they be jealous of us?"
Lao Ma and Lao Ye, who have excellent ears: "..."
For a moment, they didn't know whether the young father-in-law had good intentions or bad intentions.
Are they this kind of people?
Who doesn’t know that greed for money will kill people? Do you think they have the courage?
"Don't worry, young master, don't worry, young master." Li Chenggui said hurriedly: "Leave this matter to your subordinates. Your subordinates will definitely satisfy the two generals."
Isn't it true that if you pay a little more money, you can draw these two young people into your own camp, and they can speak in front of the emperor.
Maybe if you just say a few good words, the emperor will reward you with many silks, firearms, iron and other things when he is happy, which will benefit Goryeo a lot.
"Then..." Li Jinglong swallowed and looked like he couldn't resist the temptation: "Mr. Gu and I are not polite and accept the things?"
Li Chenggui was naturally eager to do so, and repeatedly begged them to help him put in a good word, while Jiujiang talked to him while eyeing the gold.
Gu Chen was afraid that he was overacting, so he smiled and said, "Master Li, you should give us a number. If we go back, we can speak for Master Li, right?"
This time I am here to encourage others to send troops, not to make gold.
Now, it’s not time to make gold yet.
"Fifty thousand." Li Chenggui had already thought about it, and he made the final decision: "I can send up to fifty thousand troops at most, and I have to ask for your understanding."
"I, I always want to keep some in Korea to avoid being suspected."
Now Cui Ying, the servant under the sect, has begun to guard against herself.
If I mobilized all my troops, I don’t know what they would think.
"Oh, it's not easy for you either." Li Jinglong, who had benefited from the benefits, instantly changed his face and said sympathetically: "If you work for such a monarch and you are suspected of this, okay, I will talk to your majesty."
"It's just that it may not work. After all, you directly cut down half of the troops. But don't worry, Lord Gu and I will definitely speak for you."
It's 10,000 more than the budget given by the old man. I don't know how I will be rewarded when I go back.
Just thinking about it made him excited.
Li Chenggui left with worry and hope, while Li Jinglong smiled and touched his two trays of gold ingots, and proudly showed off to Gu Chen.
"Look, I'm more lovable. People give me half the bribe."
Gu Chen was too lazy to pay attention to him and gave him more. That was because he was His Majesty's nephew and he was just a minister, and there were three levels of people.
If they were given the same amount, Xiao Li should blame others for not understanding the rules.
