Seeing that Ye Mingsheng was silent, An Zhirong thought that Ye Mingsheng doubted his ability. He suddenly burst into laughter, shook his head and said:
"Don't worry. I, An Zhirong, have never made promises easily in my life. As long as I make a promise, I will try my best to fulfill it. Song Wenhui, an old man with low eyelids, dare not say more, but recruiting 10,000 people is still a certainty!"
When he said this, An Zhirong's tone was as usual, but the strong confidence emerging from his words not only made Ye Mingsheng re-evaluate the strength of An Zhirong and An Jia.
After thinking for a while, Ye Mingsheng said in a deep voice: "The third master is so kind to Ye, I wonder what Ye can do to help the third master?"
Seeing that Ye Mingsheng could keep a cool head in the face of this great gift from him, An Zhirong was even more impressed by the young man in front of him.
"It's no big deal. I have received news from Liaoyang. Song Wenhui has made a plan and will do his best to prevent the Zhenwu Army from recruiting troops. In addition, he will also station the Zhenwu Army in the Feng'an Mansion area. Therefore, I hope that Mr. Ye can Fight to be stationed in Fengzhou!"
Looking at Ye Mingsheng, when An Zhirong said this, his tone was still calm, but his expression was very serious.
Although An Zhirong's words were not many, they contained a lot of information, which immediately made Ye Mingsheng fall into thinking again.
Fengan Prefecture is located at the northeastern end of Liaoyang. It is the largest state capital in Liaoyang. Its territory accounts for almost a quarter of Liaoyang. It is also the state capital where Liaoyang Governor Song Wenhui has the worst control. Not only does it have the largest area in Liaoyang, There are rogue bandits in Sanshan, and there are also foreign tribes such as Khitan and Shiwei. It can be said that it is the most chaotic and disorderly place in Liaoyang.
Song Wenhui arranged the Zhenwu Army in this place for the obvious purpose. He hoped to rely on foreigners and bandits to contain and consume the Zhenwu Army. His intentions were not necessarily sinister...
The Fengzhou area mentioned by An Zhirong is the forefront of Feng'an Mansion's area close to the Khitan. The Khitan has been very restless and ready to move in recent years. Therefore, once the Khitan rebels, they will be stationed in Fengzhou. , it will definitely lead to misfortune!
Thinking of this, a wry smile appeared on Ye Mingsheng's face. Sure enough, the benefits of Mr. An are not so easy to get. If he is really stationed in Fengzhou, he might lose his life somewhere!
Although Ye Mingsheng desperately wanted to expand his strength, he was not a lunatic who wanted money rather than his life. Compared with his life, neither money nor official position was worth mentioning. Therefore, after considering his words, Ye Mingsheng Yes, he said very tactfully:
"Third Master, I have only a few major generals, so I might not be able to hold a big position..."
Regarding Ye Mingsheng's rejection, An Zhirong's elegant face showed a hint of displeasure, but he did not have an attack. Instead, he suppressed his emotions and explained to Ye Mingsheng.
"Master Ye, I know how risky this is, but what I want to tell you is that I am a businessman, and I pay in order to pursue returns. I have placed so many bets on you, and I will not let you You are in a desperate situation and all my investments have been wasted. After listening to my words, it is not too late to make plans!"
"Now that we have said this, Mr. Ye, you should also know that my business partners are the Khitan people, so there are my people in the Khitan people. I can say without exaggeration that if there is any trouble in the Khitan clan, I am in Luo'an They knew it faster than Song Wenhui did in Dongning! This is one of them!"
"Secondly, Brother Shen and I will use all our resources in Liaoyang to support Mr. Ye's development. In addition, we will give Mr. Ye an additional 10,000 taels of cash every year!"
"Thirdly, even though Chen Dechang has the help of the Gongsun family, Liaoyang is Song Wenhui's territory. Song Wenhui asked him to go to Fengan, so Chen Dechang had no choice!
"And the frontier to defend against the Khitan is not only Fengzhou, but also Fuyu and Guide County. These three places are equally dangerous, and they all require troops to defend against the Khitan. Mr. Ye, do you think that these three places will be Who will be stationed?"
An Zhirong's first two points were okay, and Ye Mingsheng had almost thought of it, but as soon as the third point came out, Ye Mingsheng's face suddenly turned bitter. Chen Dechang had no choice, so why not Ye Mingsheng?
No matter how you look at it, among the Zhenwu Army, one of the three shields in Fuyu, Fengzhou, and Guide County must belong to him, Ye Mingsheng...
Looking at Ye Mingsheng's depressed and bitter expression, An Zhirong knew that he had figured it out, and immediately said:
"Standing in Fengzhou is not all danger, it is also an opportunity. First of all, Fengzhou has a vast territory and fertile land that is very suitable for farming."
"Secondly, Mr. Ye, you can use the excuse of guarding against the Khitans to ask Chen Dechang to expand his strength. At the same time, with the support of me and Brother Shen, it will not be so easy for the Khitans to deal with Mr. Ye!"
Although what An Zhirong said was nice, Ye Mingsheng was not moved by him. He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice:
"Third Master, what do you need me to do in Fengzhou?"
"Protect the safety of my caravan in Fengzhou and its surrounding areas!" An Zhirong hesitated after hearing this, but still gave the answer.
Although An Zhirong's words were very general, Ye Mingsheng turned his eyes slightly and seemed to understand the meaning behind his words, and continued to ask:
"Third Master, why do you think I can do it?"
"Master Ye, do you want to hear the truth?" An Zhirong raised his eyebrows and asked:
"certainly!"
"Brother Shen trusts you and thinks you can do it!"
"Master Ye, I have told you everything I need to say now. Can you please give me an answer?" Faced with Ye Mingsheng's series of questions, An Zhirong finally looked a little impatient.
Ye Mingsheng showed a wry smile, spread his hands and said, "After knowing so many things about Third Master, can I still look back?"
"Haha, Mr. Ye, you are indeed a smart man! Come on, let me toast Mr. Ye with tea instead of wine!" Ye Mingsheng's reply satisfied An Zhirong, who raised his tea cup with one hand and paid tribute to Ye Mingsheng.
Naturally, Ye Mingsheng would not neglect An Zhirong's courtesy. He exchanged a very complicated greeting with him and put a cup of tea into his belly.
After talking about An Zirong and other matters, he left first. Before leaving, he gave Ye Mingsheng a big red envelope worth one thousand taels of silver notes.
Although Ye Mingsheng accepted the money, he already knew An Zhirong's purpose, but he felt very heavy and couldn't be happy at all...
