"Tell me the truth, only you know whether the clothes are suitable or not."
The staff did not answer him directly, but respectfully handed him something to keep out the cold and motioned for him to put it on and try it on.
Yes, actions are not as good as words, and experience is not as good as the hype.
But how to try it, Brother Ji didn't know.
Ni Le had been standing in front of him, not daring to speak. At this moment, he saw that Geji was about to try on warm clothes and hurriedly stepped forward to demonstrate.
After putting it on, Brother Ji took a few more steps.
Not to mention that, he pulled out the scimitar from Ni Le and swung it a dozen times before inserting the scimitar into the scabbard.
He felt hot and sweaty, and then he put something to keep out the cold on the table, drinking tea and meditating.
"How is the effect of the big talk?" The staff looked at him without speaking and couldn't help but ask.
Brother Ji put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the thing to keep out the cold, and said, "It's a good thing. Not only is the leather jacket warm, it's also more flexible. I wonder why the merchants of the Song Dynasty chose this time to promote this thing?"
He is an official figure and always considers everything from the official position.
This is nothing else but a natural instinct to constantly calculate the gains and losses in officialdom.
After all, he is just a big talk now, with a Zamp on it.
If he wants to do business, he has to consider Zamp's feelings.
"To tell you the truth, first of all we need to see who made this cold-proof thing?" the staff reminded.
Brother Ji raised his eyes and looked at the guard captain Ni Le. Ni Le hurriedly stepped forward and bowed his hands: "Let me tell you, this cold-proof thing was made by Zhaojiazhuang."
"Made by Zhaojiazhuang, only Zhaojiazhuang can make such exquisite things. Ordinary merchants in the Song Dynasty cannot make them." Brother Ji seemed to be recalling the feeling just now.
The staff member picked up the teacup, but his teacup was not butter tea, but Zhaojiazhuang's Drunken Spring Breeze Green Tea.
He is Han Chinese and really can't get used to the taste of butter tea.
In the past, the staff member named Yu Qian liked Tuancha, but since Zhaojiazhuang Zui Chunfeng green tea came out, he changed it to Zui Chunfeng.
Yu Qian is not a womanizer, nor does he like gambling. Apart from music, chess, calligraphy and painting, his only hobby is tea. It can be said that tea accounts for a large amount of expenses.
Yu Qian took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and reminded: "Zhaojiazhuang defeated the Hu people again. Not long ago, they also forced the Hu people to negotiate in Xi County."
He is a staff member who strives to provide useful help to his master.
"I have heard of this theory. What kind of medicine are these merchants sent by Zhaojiazhuang here selling?" Geji took a sip of butter tea and kept walking around the case.
After saying that, he suddenly stopped and looked at Yu Qian.
Yu Qian thought for a while and did not answer his question directly. Instead, she looked at her brother and asked, "Da Lun thinks that from a businessman's point of view, higher prices are better, and lower prices are better?"
"Of course, from a businessman's point of view, the higher the price, the better." Geji nodded and motioned for Yu Qian to continue.
Yu Qian did not hesitate and continued: "Zan Pu relies on his power to keep the price very low; although Da Lun is not as powerful as Zan Pu, the price is higher."
When Brother Ji heard this, his face felt a little unnatural, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
He didn't speak, but took a sip of butter tea, signaling Yu Qian not to stay.
"Before the Song Dynasty, merchants dealt directly with Zanpu. Although the price of Zanpu was very low, they had no choice. Now the merchants are backed by Zhaojiazhuang, so they want to deal with Daluan." After Yu Qian analyzed this, he looked at his brother and .
Brother Ji walked around the table a few more times, and finally sat down on the chair and looked at the things to keep out the cold.
He turned back and looked at Yu Qian: "Zishen, do you think you should accept this essay or not?"
"Let me tell you, this is an unprecedented opportunity." Yu Qian suddenly stood up from his seat and bowed respectfully to his brother.
Brother Ji thought for a while, and kept turning his eyes between the things to keep out the cold and Yu Qian, and finally stopped at the things to keep out the cold.
He sighed and shook his head with some bitterness: "It is indeed a good opportunity, but this opportunity is too annoying."
Feelings, the thing in front of me to keep out the cold is not wool, but a pile of thorns, full of large and small thorns.
"Big talk, you only have one chance. If you miss it, you'll never have it again." Yu Qian sighed inwardly, and finally sat on the chair.
Brother Ji thought for a while and asked in confusion: "Why don't these Nanman businessmen go to Pingzhang political minister Samana Bo to explain?"
"Businessmen of the Song Dynasty do business not only by price, but also by the strength of the other party. Although the price of Pingzhang Zhengshi Shamenbo Chan may be higher, his strength is not as good as that of Da Lun, so the merchants of the Song Dynasty came to find Da Lun." Yu Qian had no choice but to say Explain.
Brother Ji actually knew this in his heart, and the purpose of his words was to show that he was hesitant in his heart.
Seeing that her brother was still looking back and forth between butter tea and something to keep out the cold, Yu Qian stepped forward.
He came to Geji's desk, dipped his fingers in tea, and settled on a line of words.
Brother Ji took a closer look and couldn't help but say: "The previous Zampu was not a bastard either."
After he read it out, he glanced in the direction of the Zanpu Palace next to him.
In the past, although the palace was right next to me, it felt so far away.
Now it seems that this palace is so close.
Brother Ji turned around and walked around the desk for a few times, then suddenly stopped and said to Ni Le, "Send the order to let the three Song Dynasty businessmen in."
"Sure enough, Zimei (Chen Hua's word) was right." Xu Te saw Meng Lang and the others entering, and stared at Chen Hua in stunned silence.
Chen Hua shook his head and said lightly: "When doing business, we not only look at the products, but also the strength of both parties. In fact, we chose the big talk instead of Marshal Tongping Zhangshi. This also depends on the strength. The big talk will ultimately end. Let the three of them go in, and they will not only take photos of the goods, but also Zhaojiazhuang. Without the support of Zhaojiazhuang, the talk will have the heart but not the courage."
"Indeed, shopping malls are like battlefields. The battle is not only about price, but also about the strength of both parties." Xu Te really felt it today.
Yun Shuchen nodded and felt the same way: "The little saint made the merchants of the Song Dynasty straighten their waists."
"You have so few clothes, aren't you afraid of getting sick?" Brother Ji couldn't help frowning when he saw Pu Da, Hu Liang and Meng Lang coming in wearing robes.
Meng Lang and the others did not dare to raise their heads, looked at the ground, came to Geji, bowed deeply, and said in unison: "The little man pays homage to Da Lun."
Although the three of them were businessmen of the Song Dynasty, the Kingdom of Israel was still under preparation and they did not dare to show their official status to others.
The three people bowed respectfully and said in unison: "I'm telling you, woolen things are extremely warm and won't make you sick."
"It's snowing and you're not afraid of the cold. It looks really warm." Brother looked at the three of them and gestured to sit down. "Three distinguished guests, please take a seat."
Meng Lang and the other three looked frightened, bowed respectfully, and said in unison: "There is no place for a villain in front of a great lecture."
"Are you three sent by Zhaojiazhuang?" Brother Ji did not mention the seats, but asked a question.
What does this mean? The three of them didn't understand for a moment.
If the answer is not good, it is very likely that the business will be ruined.
Business trouble is secondary. Whether the three of them can get out of this house is still a question.
Although the barbarians are barbaric, they are nothing compared to the barbarism of the Tubo people.
Human sacrifice, skinning people alive, gouging out eyes, chopping off hands and feet were commonplace.
Since the other party has asked questions, there can be no delay.
Although Meng Lang is also a businessman, he is also the Minister of War of the kingdom.
He was even more courageous and immediately bowed his hands respectfully: "The three villains were sent by Zhaojiazhuang."
Now he had no choice but to gamble.
After all, Zhaojiazhuang defeated the Hu people twice and forced the Hu people to negotiate.
"Since you are sent by Zhaojiazhuang, you are qualified to be here. Please sit down." After speaking, Brother Ji said in a very polite tone.
Sure enough, thanks to Zhaojiazhuang's reputation, Zhaojiazhuang is now famous. Not only the Hu people know about it, but also the Tubo people know about it.
Although the three of them are not from Zhaojiazhuang, they are also from the country of Zhaojiazhuang, Meng Lang and the others thought this way.
The three of them sat down on the guest seats next to them, and then they dared to look up at Da Lun's appearance.
Because the three of them have already sat down, they are of course Geji's guests and can look at each other.
Brother Ji also looked at the three of them carefully, nodded, and asked: "What kind of tea do the three of you drink?"
Butter tea is indeed unpleasant to drink, but this is Tubo, and guests are welcome to do as they please.
"The three of you are drunk in the spring breeze." Pu Da was about to speak, but Meng Lang didn't expect to speak first.
Pu Da couldn't help but be shocked, you don't know how to do business, you don't respect your master, it seems that your business is ruined.
Brother Ji nodded and told the maid on the side: "Give the three of them three cups of drunken spring breeze."
Pu Da broke into a cold sweat because he didn't expect that the other party would agree.
The three of them hurriedly bowed their hands and thanked their brother.
Meng Lang actually took the risk because he saw a Han man next to him who was also drunk on the spring breeze, so he boldly gave it a try, but he didn't expect that the other party actually agreed.
Only then did Pu Da take a closer look at the house. It turned out that it was not the Tubo style, but the Chinese style.
Brother Ji watched the three of them looking at his house with interest, nodded and said, "I like Chinese style."
Pu Da nodded, finally understanding why Brother Ji wanted them to get drunk on the spring breeze.
"Okay, what's your price now?" Geji is from Tibet after all, so he doesn't beat around the bush so much and goes straight to the point.
The main palace of Zamp.
This is not a traditional Tubo-style building, but a Chinese-style courtyard with four entrances and four exits.
There are four wing rooms on the east and west sides, with the middle one on each side. The center is the courtyard. There are ten stone steps in front of the main and side rooms.
The doors and windows of the main and side rooms are all designed in the style of Chinese lattice windows and doors.
There are a total of forty slotted doors in the Ming and secondary rooms of the main room. The hanging eaves on the doors and the window sills are carved and painted with peonies, lotus, phoenix, curly grass and other patterns, in a Chinese style.
Zampusong should be happy to live in this unique Chinese-style palace.
But not only was he unhappy, he was extremely angry.
He broke ten teacups, and not long after replacing them, he broke them again.
Not only did the teacup suffer, but the teapot also suffered.
Fortunately, the teapot was made of copper and was not smashed by Zamp. It was just severely deformed.
Song Yu is young, only in his twenties, with bronze skin, thick and black eyebrows, small eyes but as sharp as an eagle, and a hook-like nose.
"You Southern Barbarians, if you don't take care of this Zampu in such a big business, then don't blame me for being rude." He stared at Da Lun Fu fiercely, with a look of hatred in his eyes.
He stared at Qin Seng, the centurion of the palace guard: "How many people are there in the Nanman tribe?"
"Your Highness, there are about a thousand people in the Southern Barbarians." Qin Seng, the centurion of the palace guard, did not dare to look him in the eyes and took a few steps back before answering cautiously.
"There are so many people, what is sales?" Song Yu couldn't help but frowned and hissed.
With so many people, I don’t know how big this business is.
Now his business has been snatched away by the big talk, causing him extremely heavy losses, which can be said to be immeasurable.
Hearing Song Yu's hiss, could Zamp become even more angry?
Zamp was extremely angry. If he was accidentally injured, getting injured would be a small matter, but losing his life would be a big deal.
Zanpu is now a healing object, and that object is very special.
Because this thing is human skin, and I heard it was taken from a living person.
Not only that, there is a Mongolian drum in Zamp's house. The drumsticks are thigh bones, the drum is made of human skulls, and the drum skin is human skin.
There are also some bowls at Zamp's house. They are made of skulls, but they are inlaid with several red and green gems, which make them very precious.
There are more than a dozen horns at Zamp’s house. They are made of very special materials. They are made of human thigh bones.
Good guy, Zamp makes full use of human body materials and nothing is wasted.
The reason why the people who were made into materials ended up like this was because some of the palace guards looked up at Zamp.
According to the regulations, the guards are the personal property of Zamp's family and must crawl in front of their masters, respectfully and without raising their heads.
The centurion has a slightly higher status and does not have to lower his head and crawl in front of Zamp, but he cannot raise his head.
He must be careful to keep the position of centurion, because there are many people who want this position.
Thinking of this, Qin Seng lowered his head even lower and answered cautiously: "I heard they are selling something to keep out the cold."
"What's the use of something to keep out the cold?" Song Yu looked at Qin Seng aggressively.
Qin Seng thought to himself: "How can I know how useful it is without trying it?"
But this cannot be said. If it is said, his skull will be qualified to be Zamp's sprinkling bowl.
"A thing to keep out the cold is a kind of clothing that can resist the cold." Qin Seng thought for a while and recalled the scene at that time, "Those Nanman did not wear leather clothes, but wore a robe outside, which should be used to let people go up and down. Put on warm clothes.”
This centurion is really powerful. Although I have never seen it, through thinking, I am close to the truth.
"Asshole, bastard." Qin Seng was frightened, and Zamp was obviously angry.
Is his skull going to change? I didn't say anything wrong.
Monk Qin heard Zanpu's crazy voice again: "These Nanman deserve to die, they all deserve to die. They should be killed and used to make Mongolian drums, sprinkler bowls, horns, and sacrifices."
"Inform the captain of three thousand men to gather troops and horses for Zampu to capture all these merchants." Qin Seng felt a burning pain in his body and heard Zampu roar fiercely.
Fortunately, he was really lucky. It was a leather whip and he did not lose his life. Qin Seng hurriedly went out to gather soldiers and horses.
