"Dick." Nashadir did not sit down, but stood at the door.
Looking at Dick sitting at the top of the table, this Egyptian talker and now Long Yan's ally.
"Nashadir, it's not bad here. It's a pity that you have to move away." Dick smiled and looked at Nashadir very provocatively.
The corners of Nashadir's eyes trembled, but he was not angered.
Dick's show of force was just declaring the city's sovereignty. After telling Nashadir, the city would belong to him.
Let Nashadir calm down and stop jumping around.
Dick looked at Nashadir's expression of neither anger nor joy, and smiled: "Sit down, we are allies now, and we should move forward hand in hand."
Nashadir ignored him.
As early as before, Britain and Nashadir had a long-term confrontation over the Suez Canal issue.
The relationship was not harmonious to begin with, but it was the Dragon Flame people that Dick was afraid of, not Nashadir.
Dick would not give face to Nashadir under any circumstances.
Instead, Nashadir sat on Dick's left side.
Dick raised his eyebrows, looked at Nashadir sitting next to him, and his face sank slightly.
Sitting next to him means that Nashadir is on an equal footing with him, as for sitting on the left side.
In the ancient custom of Longyan, the left is up and the right is down.
This was telling Dick that he still had the final say in this city.
Dick remained calm and just took a sip of tea.
The atmosphere in the venue was very deserted.
The two didn't communicate. Dick was waiting for something.
This silent environment did not last long before it was broken by the voice of a boy.
"Master Dick, there are three people outside asking to see you, asking you to summon them."
Dick lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth unconsciously, and said lightly: "Let them come in."
Dick turned his head, looked at Dick who was with the old god, smiled, and said lightly: "These three people are said to be the most powerful people in this city."
"Conquer their city and you will own this city."
"However, I heard that no one can subdue these three people now. One of them controls the power and money with the support of the nobles, the other is an alliance formed by French veterans and controls the military power, and the other is the militia union that controls the people at the bottom of society here. .”
"These three people control every aspect of this city."
Dick looked at Nashadir with a hint of provocation and asked, "I wonder, brother, have you subdued him?"
"I paid a heavy price to conquer them." Dick said contemptuously.
He did make a lot of profit transactions in order to conquer these three forces.
Moreover, the amount of money these benefits can generate is simply astronomical. The purpose of Dick's doing this is to bind his warship through these three organizations.
Tell Longyan, tell Nashadir, declare your control over this city.
Although this city is an important port city in France, its only use after British occupation was to provide a port for landing on the Mediterranean coast.
In this way, the British navy in the Mediterranean can directly threaten countries in the hinterland of Europe, which has a strong strategic significance.
The local snakes here must be won over.
At least in the early stages of the successful deal with Long Yan, Britain still needs this person to maintain the city.
Maintain your rule.
When Dick thought about it carefully, he realized that he had gone to great lengths to conquer these three people.
He spent a lot of thought and even made a lot of promises, and even vaguely told the Egyptian nobles here that if they supported him, it would be very possible to become the king of Egypt in the future.
Dick knew that what these people couldn't let go of the most was power, so he told them that Britain could give them power.
As for those retired French soldiers, they are actually locals in Egypt, but they feel more inflated after having French weapons in their hands.
For these people, Dick gave both kindness and power.
Reward them with money and women.
But he also warned them and told them how powerful Britain was.
There are also the ordinary people in this port city, the bottom class of society, what Dick thinks is that these are the labor force.
Only by stabilizing these people can huge benefits be created for Britain.
But for these people, Dick used the simplest and least valuable thing - promise.
He promised the militia union equality, promised the militia union money, and promised that everyone who worked for Britain would gain a higher status and a better class.
This was undoubtedly fatal to the Egyptian civilians who were still under serfdom.
But Dick's promises were only verbal agreements, and he didn't pay anything!
The leaders of these three parties will definitely show the utmost respect to him. Dick has even imagined that scene.
Dick was sure of victory and looked at Nashadir triumphantly.
Nashadik gave him a flat look and said nothing.
Dick chuckled, mentally acknowledging that Nashadir had nothing to say.
At this time, the three people came in and took a step forward.
Look at the two people sitting in the first place.
The three people bowed three times to Nashadir sitting on the left without thinking.
"Master, you are here."
Dick was overjoyed, his face was filled with joy, and he looked at Nashadir without concealing his provocation.
As if to say, see, the leaders of these port cities have succumbed to our British intimidation.
Nashadir glanced at him and remained silent.
"Everyone, please stand up. There is no need to be so polite." Dick said with all his might.
The three people looked up, and with lightning speed, they suddenly lowered their heads, even lower.
Dick was slightly startled, he must have been frightened by his current aura.
Dick coughed twice and calmed down slightly, walked forward, supported the three of them, and said politely like a corporal: "You are all the pillars of our future Britain, there is no need to be so nervous."
The three people looked up at Dick and asked calmly: "Who are you?"
Dick's face stiffened slightly and his brows furrowed.
At this time, Nashadir stood up and walked over. The three of them were even more humble and looked like they were trying to please: "Master, what are your orders?"
Nashadir left without even looking at the three of them.
Dick was petrified on the spot and felt a thunderbolt strike from the top of his head.
The whole person lost all mobility and his mind went blank.
At this time, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, but it could not blow away Dick's embarrassing scene.
Now he sees that everything he just did is a joke in Nashadir's eyes.
Thinking of this, Dick wished he could die on the spot.
In front of Nashadir, his mortal enemy, he showed off his power and showed off his coquettishness. Now it seems that he is just a clown in the eyes of the world, not worth mentioning!
