When the sound of horse hooves faded away, Song Che felt at ease. He put down his pistol and asked the man in black:
"Where is your master? Take me to see him quickly."
The man in black smiled half-heartedly and walked up to Song Che, "Our master is not here, so we have to wrong Mr. Song." After saying that, he punched Song Che in the face.
Song Che felt like the world was spinning, and then his vision went dark and he fainted.
When he woke up again, he was in a dark room. There is a skylight above the head, providing the only light. It seems to be swaying under the feet, and the sound of waves is faintly heard in the ears.
He's on a ship!
This darkroom was only about ten feet in diameter, with only a bed, a commode, and a solid wooden door.
Song Che banged on the door and shouted: "Is there anyone there! Aren't you looking for me to discuss business? Why are you treating me like this?"
After a while, a small opening was opened on the wooden door, and only a pair of eyes could be seen outside the door. Someone said: "The place where we discuss business is far away. Mr. Song will take a rest before visiting."
"Where are you taking me?" Song Che asked.
"You will know then."
After the man finished speaking, he closed the small window on the door.
Song Che slammed the door angrily twice more and yelled, "I'm hungry, please bring me food quickly!"
I thought that the man would ignore it, but within half a quarter of an hour, the small mouth opened again and a dinner plate was handed in: "Mr. Song, use it slowly. Just put the empty plate back far away after use. I will come after you." receive."
The food is quite rich, including two large cakes, a plate of beef, a small fish, a small bottle of wine... If you don't eat it, you won't eat it for free.
From then on, every three hours, someone would come to deliver food and ask him something, but he would not answer.
Gradually, the small window lost its light.
The sea breeze stirred up the waves, making the sound louder, and the ship's hull was bumpier than during the day.
The ships that could still sail on the sea at this juncture belonged to either the navy or the Japanese pirates.
The bumpy ship was like a cradle. In the dark room where he couldn't see his fingers, Song Che fell asleep in a daze.
"Uh-"
The door was suddenly pushed open, and a beam of light blinded people. Before Song Che could even react, he was put on a hood, and was carried out of the dark room by two people, one on the left and one on the right.
When the light returned to the eyes again, it was already a beautiful port with seagulls flying. There were three men standing in front of them, a bald man in his fifties, a middle-aged man in brocade robes in his forties, and a man in his twenties. Next year's young people.
Song Che knew the second of these three people. The bald man was Master Kukai whom he had met at the Pearl Conference in Hangzhou. In fact, he was the pirate leader Wang Zhi.
Young people are more familiar with it, Yang Song!
"Uncle Song, you're fine." Yang Song greeted with a smile.
Song Che dusted off the dust on his body and hummed softly: "I knew it was you as soon as I guessed it. Good people don't live long, but harm will last for thousands of years."
Yang Song said: "Only those who live a long time are qualified to be called good people. No matter how young you die, you will be nothing more than a pair of withered bones."
Song Che said coldly: "But bad people will be infamy for thousands of years, and good people will be famous for eternity."
"Are you the military advisor from Taizhou?" The middle-aged man in brocade robes stared, stepped forward and grabbed Song Che's collar and asked angrily.
Song Che was calm and composed, staring at the middle-aged man coldly: "If there is really a nest of snakes and rats, you shouldn't be from the Ma family, right?"
The middle-aged man in Jinpao is the "fish that slipped through the net" in Majiazhuang, Ma Taigong's eldest son, Ma You.
"Why do you want to kill my whole family!"
Mayu shook Song Che crazily, spittle spraying on his face.
"Hey, don't accuse me unjustly. Song is a businessman. He never engages in such activities as killing people and stealing goods, which means annihilating his descendants."
Song Che looked innocent and said, "The person who burned and killed you in Majiazhuang is the commander of the army in Taizhou. His name is Jiang Yuntian. He is twenty-four years old. He is eight feet tall and has a three-foot green front. He is invincible in the world. He once defeated thousands of armies. The head of the thief Wu Zhu was taken from it... If you want to vent your anger, you should go find him. What does it mean to grab me, a businessman who has no power to restrain a chicken, and bark at me?"
"You...you don't have to quibble. If it weren't for your conspiracy, why would my Ma family be in such trouble!"
Ma You's eyes were red with anger, and he punched Song Che in the face with his fist, "I'm going to kill you to avenge all the blood relatives of my Ma family!"
Song Che was hit by the sudden punch and took a few steps back. He suddenly became angry, spat blood, and took the initiative to fight back.
He grabbed Ma You's elbow and slapped his ears three times, then kicked him in the abdomen, causing him to roll four or five times on the ground.
Song Che straightened his collar and cursed:
"Did you make a fucking mistake? I came to the island to discuss business. I'm not your prisoner. How can I let you fight and scold me? Also, your Ma family ended up like this because of you. This is called retribution for the sins you have committed!"
Ma You covered his abdomen and turned back to ask Wang Zhi and Yang Song for help.
Wang Zhi and Yang Song turned a blind eye. If Majiazhuang was still there, there might be a trace of respect, but now that Majiazhuang has disappeared, what value does he have?
This is reality.
"Amitabha."
Wang Zhi took out a pistol, an electric baton, and a telescope from his sleeves, and smiled kindly at Song Che, "Donor Song, you have a lot of strange things on you."
Song Che always felt indescribably awkward and disgusted when he heard these terms "Amitabha" and "Donor".
"But what I am most interested in is this thing, and it is also the business I invited you to Shedao to discuss." Wang Zhi shook the musket in his hand and said bluntly:
"I heard that this thing is very powerful in Chuzhou. It can penetrate armor even from a distance of two hundred steps. It is much more practical than a crossbow. If the benefactor of the Song Dynasty can make it for me, the wealth I will seize in the future will be indispensable to you. That share."
Yang Song took over the conversation and was very persuasive: "Song Che, you are a smart man. If we can join hands and work together, let alone glory and wealth, we can give it a try in this world."
"Hahaha……"
Song Che looked up to the sky and laughed, pointed around, and asked: "Don't you really think that occupying a small island and gathering a group of rogue pirates can conquer the world? Are you a little naive?"
The kind-hearted Master Kukai suddenly had a dark expression on his face.
Song Che added: "But it's a good thing to have dreams. I never trample on other people's dreams. Now I am limited by you. It seems that I have to agree to this deal even if I don't agree;
But I have agreed in advance that I can only design muskets. Building this requires extremely high forging skills, and I don’t know how to forge iron. "
Yang Song said: "Don't worry, there is a special weapons shop on She Island, and the required pig iron is also sufficient."
Song Che said: "I also need a quiet place. The design cannot be disturbed and cannot restrict my personal freedom, because I need to find inspiration. It is also necessary to eat well, drink well and wear good clothes."
Yang Songyu smiled: "As long as you can make a musket, I can promise you anything. I can even find a way to bring Miss Shen from Suzhou to accompany you."
Song Che glared at Yang Song with murderous eyes.
