Zaicheng's face turned red. He was completely cornered by Shimazu Dalang's words. He thought that he could open up an arms smuggling trade network for himself by using the threat of 3,000 people from outside.
But I didn't expect that Shimazu Dairo would be more ruthless and directly tied his life to the three thousand coolies outside!
You are careless, you are really careless! Who would have thought that these Fuso ghosts would be so desperate? Moreover, the information is too incomplete. This person named Shimazu is actually a noble?
Damn it, I don’t know who the nobles in Fuso are!
What if a nobleman died in his own hands and twelve special forces members of the Foreign Legion came? Why don’t the Chinese people have a blast?
The Chinese Noble Council, the foreign legions in charge of Hyoutaro and Noheita, and King Luo Huo... You must know that these Fuso Japs are now under Luo Huo's command.
I don’t dare to think about it. How many people will I offend? The Chinese forces will have to mobilize all their strength to take revenge on me!
"Hehe...hehehe...I don't believe it..." Zai Cheng braced himself and held on to his words, "You will die with these untouchables? Are you trying to scare me? I'm scared too!"
"Hahaha... Mr. Chengbeile doesn't believe it? Then give it a try... I'll let you see if we Fuso people dare to die! Let's take a gamble!" Shimazu Dalang stared at Zai Cheng with his eyes. I saw the fear and avoidance in Cheng Beile's eyes!
After all, Zai Cheng didn't dare to gamble. He smiled coquettishly, "Why bother! I'm just kidding you, haha... You took it seriously, hahaha!"
Shimazu Dairo also laughed, "Yes... I was joking too, haha!"
The fake smile was really tasteless. Zai Cheng slapped the table and said in a pretentious manner, "Come on, I won't joke with you anymore. This batch of goods is 150,000 yuan..."
"Fifty thousand...I'll give you fifty thousand!" Shimazu Dalang said with a sneer.
"Hey! You didn't have such a counter-offer, did you? Why did you cut it right to the ankle? One hundred and forty thousand, no less!"
"Fifty thousand, that's fifty thousand!" Shimazu Dalang refused to give in.
"Are you... kicking your nose in the face? If you don't understand the rules so much, then this deal won't be possible... Forget it, 135,000!"
"Haha...it's only fifty thousand, I just don't understand your bullshit trajectory!"
"You..." Zai Cheng's nose was crooked with anger. He was breathing heavily for a long time before he spoke, "I said Shimazu-san... you are so insincere. Your subordinates have already offered you 70,000 yuan." , your mouth is 50,000?"
"To tell you the truth, the things from the Northern Song Dynasty are already very good. If you put them in Fusang, they would be national treasures... In peacetime, it is absolutely impossible to get them without 120,000 or 30,000 yuan!"
"Tell it yourself, when you took the civilian husband to collect the bones, I didn't cause any trouble for you, right? It was that brat Ronglu who caused trouble, not me!"
"Business must be long-term. I'm just exchanging my ancestors' goodies for some money to tide over the famine! If it hadn't been for the war, I wouldn't have sold it even to death..."
"One price, 120,000! I, Zaicheng, have made you my friend..."
Shimazu Dalang laughed loudly, "Hahaha... you are selling the things of your ancestors? Hahaha... these are the wealth created by the Han people, how come they have become your ancestors? Hahaha..."
"It sounds like you feel aggrieved... Let me tell you the truth, even if you sell it for 10,000 taels of silver, you still make money in vain! Because all these treasures and property were created by the ancestors of the Han people hundreds of years ago!"
"You sold the property of your Han ancestors and enriched yourself. Do you still say you are wronged? Hahaha..."
"Today is really an eye-opener. I have learned what it means to be a superior country... Since Lord Beile has given me face, I won't talk nonsense. I will follow the price quoted by the two court officials, 70,000!"
"You want to sell or not? If you don't trade, then we will break up!"
"You..." Zaicheng was so overwhelmed by Shimazu Dalang's words that it took him a long time to punch the table. "Grandma's! Sold it... But I have another condition, I must use hair." Deal, I don’t want money, I want rifles and ammunition!”
"Give me the market price last year..."
"I can give you this...I will approve the note, and you will send someone to pick up the goods at Tanggu West Water Gate in ten days!"
Shimazu Dalang and Zaicheng reached a small deal. At this time, the two court servants outside the warehouse also ran back all the way. They whispered a few words in Shimazu Dalang's ears.
I saw Dalang Shimazu nodding his head. It seemed that he was very satisfied with the price. It should not exceed 500,000 yuan. Zaicheng was watching from the side, wanting to hear but not daring to get too close. He wanted to know how much it was but was too embarrassed to ask. He was scratching his head. Just like Monkey Sun.
"Go and call a group of people outside, pack your bags and get on the train... Rongfu comes here to handle the cashier's check procedures, hurry up... The train will leave here in half an hour and return to Tanggu Industrial Zone..."
"Fuck...this mission is so damn difficult. If you don't give me ten days off, I will block the door of the King of Heaven's house!"
Shimazu Dalang walked out and strolled along the train track. The longing faces showed through the open doors and windows of the carriages, and everyone looked at him gratefully.
There were many victims in the distance who could not escape and could not get tickets. They were kowtowing to him from a distance. Shimazu's eyes were hot and his nose was sore, and he almost shed tears.
He pretended to check the weather and looked up at the clouds in the sky and secretly swore in his heart that he really didn't want to come to this ghost place again!
But Shimazu Dairo didn't know that because he completed this mission so well, he was actually responsible for the business line of cultural relics smuggling between the Chinese and the Qing Dynasty in the later period for a long time.
When Shimazu Dairo got older, he actually became the collector with the largest collection of Chinese antiques in Fuso. The cultural relics he donated to the Kyoto Museum after his death accounted for a quarter of the total!
But when he just quit this job, the only thought in his mind was to escape, far away from this hell on earth!
In the warehouse, Zai Cheng was losing his temper and cursing, and Ronglu's slaves asked him to whip each one of them!
"Where's that bitch Ronglu? When will he come back?"
"How much money did you sell for just now? Come on... damn, you don't know?"
"Who knows? That slave of Rongfu? Where did Rongfu go? Let him come to see me..."
The slave of Ronglu's family didn't dare to hide when he was beaten. He stiffened the whip and had to smile, "Prince...don't be angry. Just now, it was all one-way transactions between Rongfu and the Chinese, and they were all bargaining with their hands inside their sleeves!"
"We really don't know... Why don't you ask the Chinese people? Rongfu just left. He took the cashier's check and rode away to the front line. We really can't catch him... "
He was so angry that he used two more whips, "Damn it! Are you still afraid that I will steal his little money? Damn it...how much money did Ronglu sell these bronzes?"
"I'm so worried!" But he was so anxious that he didn't dare to question the Chinese people.
