"Not necessarily. When you deliberately lowered prices in Outer Mongolia before, you never told us, the Darkhan Department, that we made a lot of money for nothing!~"
"Bang~"
"Baoshan! Don't be shameless! We are not begging you to do things now!"
Almost as soon as Baoshan finished his yin and yang words, the hot-tempered Wang Beibei slammed the table, stood up, pointed at the other person's nose and cursed.
"Do you think our Darkhan tribe is afraid of you? You are the first warrior of the grassland. You are just a pig-brained person. Only one person who is brave is useless!"
Baoshan also sneered again and again.
These words intensified the conflict between the two. Whenever Wang Beibei could bear the anger, he would rush over and punch him.
"enough!!!"
Beishan shouted loudly, his face flushed, and he coughed one after another.
"Wang Beibei! Get out of here!"
"Master! I..."
"Get out!"
Seeing Beishan's tough attitude, Wang Beibei gritted his teeth, glared at Baoshan fiercely, then angrily opened the curtain and rushed out.
Seeing this, Beishan couldn't help but shake his head, his face full of disappointment.
"Haha, brother Baoshan, don't be offended. You also know Wang Beibei. His temper is like this." Beishan looked at Baoshan and comforted him with a smile.
"It's okay! I'm not that stingy."
Baoshan sneered, and then continued with a solemn expression, "However, Master Beishan, I'll be the first to say something ugly.
If we really take this step, there will be no turning back!
And to be honest, Outer Mongolia is really not as comfortable as here. I heard that they live in poverty there. How can we be as comfortable as we are now, just second-rate businessmen. It will be comfortable, the tribesmen will be able to eat and drink well, and there will be many more tribe cubs in the coming year. "
Listening to this, Beishan's old face was also full of emotions, and his frowning brows relaxed.
"Hey, why don't I want to continue living like this? But now there are people who don't want us to continue living like this~
And Brother Baoshan, don’t take any chances. You have also seen this Zhao Ming. He ran hundreds of miles and conquered so many tribes, large and small, in one day.
Would you believe this person if he wasn't ruthless?
So, Baoshan Brothers, let me say something from the bottom of my heart, as the saying goes, I am a fish and a fish. If we don't do this, we will die.
Do you think this is true? "
Beishan had a sincere expression on his face, and Baoshan also fell into deep thought after hearing this.
It's just that this matter was too big, and he couldn't make a decision for a while.
"How about I go back and discuss this matter with the clan elders, and then talk to the owner of the village in a few days? This matter is too big, and I cannot make up my mind alone."
Hearing this, Beishan's expression froze slightly, then he smiled and nodded, "Okay! As long as Brother Baoshan can keep it in mind."
The two talked again, and then Beishan sent Baoshan out of the camp.
"Old man, do you agree to this Baoshan?" Seeing the other party's group disappear into the night, Wang Beibei came over and asked.
Beishan glanced at the other party and hummed, "Do you think he is as brainless as you?
This Baoshan is smart and not so easy to fool, and there are a few old guys in Darhan. If we discuss today's matter with those old guys, the matter may be in doubt. "
"Damn it! I should have killed this kid just now!" Wang Beibei's face was full of ferocious expressions.
"Hmph! Kill him? Kill him and wait for Zhao Ming to profit?"
Beishan snorted coldly, and was even more disappointed with Wang Beibei.
"Don't worry, things can still be done. Be prepared, you will go north tonight!"
"Ah? Old man, here we..."
"Behead first and report later. No matter what the Darkhan tribe is, when something happens, he will have to get on the ship with us if he doesn't get on the ship.
Anyway, go quickly! When you meet the other party, as long as the conditions are not too harsh, you can agree to whatever you can! "
"Old man, isn't this a huge loss for us?"
"Huh! I'm not your kid. If you hadn't caused such a big disaster, what would I need to do? It's useless!"
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The next day, when everyone was still sleeping, and Zhao Ming had just rinsed his mouth with cold water, there was a rush of horse hooves outside.
As if thinking of something, Zhao Ming hurriedly took the sheepskin jacket from Tao Yan, put it on and hurried out the door.
From a distance, a man from the Huozhongtun tribe was seen riding a fast horse and coming quickly.
Everywhere on the opponent's body was covered with dew, and it looked completely white, with some ice particles.
When he turned over and dismounted, he could clearly see that his whole body was trembling slightly.
"Master Zhao! The brothers have walked back and forth all night, and the situation has been roughly confirmed. There are indeed a small number of Outer Mongolian camps in the border area.
However, the number of people was very small, only about a hundred people.
For this reason, we also made an in-depth investigation in the direction of Outer Mongolia, and found no signs of large-scale gatherings of people within twenty miles. "
The man trembled and spoke in Mongolian.
Now Zhao Ming's subordinates all know that Zhao Ming can speak Mongolian. As they train with the Zhensong Army, they are not limited to calling Zhao Ming Chief Zhao.
"May I have your name?"
Zhao Ming did not ask the other party's situation in detail, but said calmly.
"Wang Kui!"
"Okay! Let's go down and have a sip of mutton soup to warm up. Thank you for your hard work!"
Zhao Ming patted the other party's shoulder and sighed.
"Sir Zhao, it looks like they are really just pretending. It's hard to tell whether those people are Mongolians or not!"
Zhang He just walked out and couldn't help but shake his head when he heard this.
"Yeah! That's most likely the case, but you still can't let down your guard!" Zhao Ming smiled and nodded, feeling somewhat relieved.
Even with some discounts, the total number of people in the Eleven Banners of Outer Mongolia can reach 10,000 or 20,000.
If an army of 10,000 to 20,000 people really goes south, Zhao Ming will really have no choice but to carry it with his head.
"But we still have to prepare for this in advance. I have already sent someone to send this news to Zhangjiakou, and it will be delivered in a few days.
But we can’t just wait to make a decision at the top, we also have to make plans in advance. "
As he said this, Zhao Ming couldn't help but take out a box of Hardmen with only a few sticks left in it from his pocket.
"Master Zhang, do you want one?"
"No! I have been practicing martial arts for many years, and I don't have the habit of doing this." Zhang He kindly reminded him, "Sir Zhao, you should also do it less. I can see that you have a foundation in martial arts.
You are still young and have great talents. As long as you continue to practice hard, there is hope that you can make further progress on this road, but don't waste your talents in vain. "
"Haha! Don't worry, I practice martial arts just so I can smoke a few more cigarettes."
Zhao Ming smiled and shrugged. Recently, he followed Zhang He in practicing Zhuang Kung Fu every day, and occasionally practiced some routines along with him.
But when it comes to smoking, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to quit.
"By the way, Master Zhang, how do you relieve the stress in your heart after every fight?"
