Wu Yiyi's eyes slowly swept across those people, some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. Huo Tong Tian Xing is too big, so big that he can't guarantee that everyone is clean. And if these people hadn't been inserted into the Black Banner Army, they would still be lurking in the Cargo World Bank.
If they can't wait for an order, they'll spend their entire lives as moneymakers. Do things in a safe and sound way, and behave honestly. But the order came, so everything changed.
"Mu Laojiu, I remember that you have been in Huotong Tianxia for fourteen or five years, right?"
His gaze stayed on the person standing in front, who was also the one who answered his question.
"Sixteen years."
When Mu Laojiu smiled, he showed his yellow teeth, but there was a bit of bitterness in this smile. Wu Yidao still remembers that he likes smoking dry tobacco the most, and he almost never leaves the pipe. That's why the teeth are so yellow, they look like burnt sweet potatoes.
"When the first emperor founded Huotong Tianxiaxing, I came in."
Mu Laojiu closed his eyes and thought for a while: "At that time, Master Hou started to plan to build a world-wide distribution of goods. I was doing small business on the street, and Master Hou ate a bowl of tofu nao at my stall. I asked you whether to eat sweet or not?" Salty, Master Hou said sweet, I said not to sell."
Wu Yiyi smiled: "Well, I remember that too. Then I said I would give you twice the money, and I would eat sweets. You said you should not sell them, because you have the principles of life. Let me ask you, you obviously don't sell sweets. Why do you want to ask me about Tofu Nao? You just want to tell me that you don’t want to sell it.”
"Then Lord Hou said to give me a hundred times the money."
Mu Laojiu grinned: "I told you that even if you were beaten to death with money, I wouldn't sell it."
Wu Yidao nodded: "That's why I recruited you to buy goods through the world."
Mu Laojiu said: "Actually, I asked you that day because the Ouchi Guards Office had already made inquiries. You are from the south of the Yangtze River and love to eat sweet tofu nao. I asked you that because I wanted to attract your attention."
Wu Yidao was silent for a while and then asked: "I remember that your wife has passed away, and there is also a son who has already married?"
"yes."
Mu Laojiu nodded.
"I will give him a generous pension and tell him that you died in the line of duty."
Mu Laojiu smiled sadly: "Thank you, Lord Hou."
Wu Yidao shook his head, pointed to the outside and said, "Take them all down, I don't want to ask how many people from the guards' office are still in your line, because I don't want to see more people's homes receiving my text messages." Pensions. If you don’t show up this time, I think you will all get the pension money issued by Hutong Tianxia Bank in the future.”
"no way."
Mu Laojiu said: "I have a son, even if I don't want to do some things, I still have to do them. Although I haven't worn the flying fish robe since I joined the Ouchi guards, there are brand marks on the bones, and I can't get rid of it. Yes. We are all the same, Master Hou thinks that we don't want to live the rest of our lives in peace and security? If you have a family, you have bonds."
"Your family will not be implicated."
Wu Yidao nodded: "I'm not that kind of person, and neither is the Duke."
Mu Laojiu asked: "Is there something I can ask before I die?"
Wu Yidao hummed: "Say it."
Mu Laojiu asked: "Why is it Fang Jie? With the strength of Tongtianxiaxing, no matter who he leans towards, the status of Lord Hou will be much higher than now, right? Even if he still works with the court, it may be more important than that." You get more now."
Wu Yidao smiled: "This is the nature of Ouchi's guards, and now he still thinks of asking these questions."
Mu Laojiu rubbed his nose: "I can't help it, I'm used to it."
"Do you know why the late emperor chose me to be in charge of the world of goods?"
Wu asked together.
After thinking carefully, Mu Laojiu replied, "Because no one knows how to do business better than you."
Wu Yidao nodded slightly: "This is the answer."
Mu Laojiu was silent for a while and said nothing more. He cupped his fists at Wu Yiyi, then took the lead, turned around and walked out. When he walked out the door, he heard Wu Yidao's voice behind him, and couldn't help but twitch in his heart.
"Those who are good at wine, let them get drunk. Those who are good at smoking, make them faint. Those who are good at meat, let them be full. In any case, they used to be people who were good at money, and they should be satisfied when they go."
"Thank you Marquis!"
The deceased turned around and bowed in unison, and then strode away.
Wu Yidao's closest confidant was Jiu Se Cai. After the fat man went to Chang'an, the person who worked beside Wu Yi Dao was a different person from Jiu Se Cai. When he was walking on the rivers and lakes before, he was given the nickname "Iron Tree Doesn't Bloom". When the cycad tree is blooming, it is the most exciting time for the cycad tree. He told the cycad tree not to bloom, because his life seems to be so dull forever, without any climax.
He looked like he was about forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, the type that passed you three times on the street and you didn't pay special attention to him. Whether it's his appearance or his clothes, there is nothing outstanding, just like a cycad tree, the flowers can't bloom, and there is no point of view.
It seemed that nothing could make him laugh or cry.
His name is Tie Kai
"Do these people deserve to die?"
Wu asked together.
Tie Kai nodded: "Damn it."
"Is there any reason not to die?"
"have."
"Put the reasons for not being damned and the reasons for being damned together and cancel each other out. Do they still deserve to die?"
Wu Yi asked again.
"Damn it."
Tie Kai answered quickly, with no expression on his face.
"Why?"
Wu asked together.
"No matter how many reasons there are for not being damned, it doesn't make much sense. No matter how many reasons there are, it can only prove that they shouldn't have died. But one reason for being damned is enough. If it is a person who deserves to die, then he should die."
"You're boring."
Wu Yiyi sighed.
Tie Kai nodded: "I'm really boring."
Wu Yidao looked at the backs of those former subordinates going away, and couldn't help but shook his head: "Sometimes I always think, if I don't control the life and death of so many people in my hands, maybe there won't be so many troubles. Ordinary people, How is it possible to face so many headaches?"
"Ordinary people don't get as much as you do now. Ordinary people envy you more than you envy them."
Tie Kai still answered blankly.
"You are really boring."
Wu Yidao seemed to have lost interest, waved his hands and said, "Go down, there is no need to continue to search."
Iron Kai nodded, then backed out.
Wu Yiyi took a sip from the teacup, felt the hot tea flow down his throat and into his stomach, the feeling of warm current passing by was very comfortable, he touched his stomach subconsciously and murmured: "Swallow it whole Sure enough, there are still some disadvantages. If it weren't for the fire, I really don't know if I can suppress it. But...why do you choose Fangjie? Mu Laojiu, you ask me...how can I know the answer. "
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The special envoy of Nanyan Emperor Murong Hui arrived outside the Black Banner Army camp when the sun was rising. This old man who looked to be about 60 years old still had some arrogance in his brows, even though what he was facing was the only one he had ever seen in his life. Even though this army has attacked outside the capital, he is still unwilling to lose his dignity.
He is the Imperial Envoy of the Yan Kingdom, the old man who debated with the emperor in court.
Perhaps it was at this time that Murong Shame realized who was available and who was not.
"Please come in, my master is in the big tent."
Chen Xiaoru made a gesture of invitation, and Du Xiangping, the imperial envoy of Nanyan Capital, strode into the Black Banner Army camp. He purposely let himself lift his jaw slightly and his chest straightened out.
When he got outside the big tent, he carefully arranged his clothes before going in.
Fang Jie was sitting behind the table and was drawing something. He was still not comfortable with using a brush. The lines drawn with charcoal were obviously much smoother than when he used a brush. Seeing Nanyan's envoy come in, Fang Jie pointed to the chair below and said, "Wait a minute, I will finish the painting in a while."
Du Xiangping was slightly taken aback, and then some anger spread in his heart. In his opinion, Fang Jie's behavior is arrogant and rude.
So he didn't sit down, but just stood straight and looked at Fang Jie.
But why does Fang Jie care
Twenty minutes later, Fang Jiefang took off the charcoal pencil and stretched his body: "It's been too long since I recalled, so there will inevitably be some mistakes. But I think it shouldn't be much worse, my memory has never been too bad. .”
Du Xiangping didn't understand what Fang Jie was talking about, so he subconsciously looked at the large piece of paper on the table. At first glance, he was a little confused, but after a few minutes, his face changed drastically.
"This is… "
He subconsciously raised his finger and pointed at the picture, his face turned pale.
"Dali City."
Fang Jie nodded: "I have been to Dali many years ago, and I don't know any changes between the Dali in my memory and the current Dali. But it is only a difference in details, the overall situation is still the same. Originally, I was not interested in talking to Murong Shame. I’m chatting with some people, but I’m just drawing this picture, and you’re here, so I want to ask if the drawing is still neat?”
Du Xiangping walked over quickly, staring at the picture that Fang Jie had just drawn. He looked from top to bottom, left to right, and the more he looked, the more frightened he became, his hands trembling involuntarily.
"You... when have you been to Dali?"
He couldn't help asking.
"Probably... fifteen years."
Fang Jie smiled: "Why, is my drawing accurate?"
"fifteen years… "
The corners of Du Xiangping's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, and after a while he let out a long sigh: "Fifteen years ago, you were only a child of four or five years old, and a child of this age was usually hiding in the Acting like a baby in your mother's arms, even if you are sensible, you can only start to read and write, but you have read the entire layout of Dali City and remembered it so clearly... No wonder... No wonder there is no one in Dayan Kingdom like you opponent."
"This picture is useless."
Fang Jie smiled and said, "It's just that I'm just thinking about the painting when I have nothing to do."
He sat down again and asked, "Tell me, what did Murong Shame want you to say?"
Du Xiangping took a deep breath to calm himself down: "Your Majesty said... as long as the Duke of the Kingdom is willing to withdraw, the Kingdom of Yan is willing to be a minister to the Sui Dynasty in the future, paying tribute every year, and paying homage every year. Everyone in the Kingdom of Yan The people of the Sui Dynasty."
"Isn't it the same now?"
Fang asked.
Du Xiangping said: "It's not now, and it wasn't completely before."
Fang Jie hummed: "Go back, I heard your name fifteen years ago, at that time you were already the Imperial Envoy of the Imperial Palace, and for fifteen years, your official position has not changed. I thought that with your qualifications, you were already the prime minister. Murong Shame put you to death in the position of imperial envoy to disgust those courtiers, and he was also afraid of offending those courtiers to death. This time you were sent here instead of Zhu You are not a general in the Nanyan army, because Murong Shame knows that you are the only one who dares to die."
Fang Jie smiled: "From the time I knew the name of the envoy of Nanyan, I knew that you came here to die in our army. You want to die here to arouse the resistance of the soldiers and people in Dali City... Murong Shame and You think so beautifully."
Du Xiangping shook his shoulders, not knowing what to say. I have prepared so many impassioned words, but I can't say a word.
"I respect loyal ministers, whether they are enemies or friends."
Fang Jie handed the picture scroll of Dali City that he had just drawn to Du Xiangping: "Go back and tell Murong shame that relying on the death of an old official will not inspire the people to resist and will only make people look down on you. I have a friend named Murong who is a big businessman." The last prince, you can ask him, do you still remember?"