Guo Lin, the envoy of the Ming Dynasty, came to Batavia. He came to negotiate with the East India Company. The old emperor ordered him to ensure that the Ming merchant ships must enjoy the same tax rate as the Red Maoyi merchants when passing through the strait.
At the beginning, both sides were tense. Guo Lin pretended to be a minister of heaven and waited for the barbarians to come to invite them; Matsolko put on a talkative attitude and waited for Guo Lin to come to ask for them.
But when the news came that Gowa was restored and the Ming army entered Fubo Island, Matsolko couldn't sit still. Hasanuddin Sultan of Gowa has always been his valued enemy, and the Ming Dynasty's
Support, this means that there is a strong enemy in the northeast of Batavia. What's worse is that the elite soldiers in the city have been transferred to Manlaga, and the temporarily recruited mercenaries still need to be trained.
Admiral Spearman didn't care about so much, he only wanted to fight back to Makassar.
"Your Excellency, I have recruited two thousand soldiers, which is enough to deal with the indigenous people." The general's voice was full of confidence. He once led only a hundred people to destroy the Gowa country.
"No, Spearman, I admire your courage. But our enemies are not just the indigenous people, but also the huge Ming Dynasty. Their cannons and muskets are no less than ours. We must recruit at least five thousand more soldiers, all of them
All military operations should focus on defending Bavaria, rather than attacking Gowa," Matsolko said lightly.
"The Ming Dynasty has great ambitions. Instead of waiting for them to attack, we should attack them proactively." Spearman still insisted on his opinion. He was a stubborn gentleman.
Matt Solko smiled, "So, it's time to negotiate with the Ming Dynasty's envoys, at least to buy Batavia time to recruit troops."
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"Tina, please clean the yard and prepare more fresh fruits and seasonal vegetables. I will entertain distinguished guests at noon today." Matsolko's voice was very serious, as if he was dealing with military affairs.
"Yes, sir." The housekeeper rarely saw him pay so much attention to food. In her impression, her husband has always been a casual person. He is always hungry and full. His biggest hobby is lying in the garden reading and basking in the sun.
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"The guests at noon must be very important for sir to pay so much attention to it." Tina did not ask the host who was hosting the banquet. A talkative person cannot be the housekeeper of the Governor's Mansion.
Guo Lin and He Bin entered the garden of the Governor's Mansion. It was full of beautiful scenery, colorful flowers, and a large round table filled with sumptuous food and wine. Matsolko knew the ways of the Ming Dynasty people very well. They valued feelings and face, and many things
It can all be solved at the wine table.
He even wanted to find some square tables from the Ming Dynasty, but after some thought he decided to use round tables. After all, round tables are a symbol of the spirit of the Netherlands.
Seeing the guests and hosts eating at a large round table, Guo Lin cursed: These barbarians really have no etiquette. They don't even distinguish between master and slave seats. He is a royal guard and is used to being the master's pawn. Without the master-slave relationship,
I'm really not used to it.
He Bin thought: By using the round table to treat guests, could the governor be implying that the Ming Dynasty and the Netherlands would negotiate on an equal footing without distinguishing between master and slave? If this is the attitude, it seems likely that the negotiations will reach an agreement.
"Gentlemen, please try this, the best Spanish prosciutto." Matsolco showed a sincere smile, very sincere, wishing that the guests would eat until their bellies are full, so that the host can show his hospitality.
The two blond maids elegantly cut the ham slices for the guests and poured top-quality Bordeaux wine. They lightly swept their brows, frowned and smiled, looking calm, obviously having received special training. Beautiful wine and beautiful women cannot be let down!
"Thank you!" Guo Lin nodded.
"I propose a toast to the friendship between the Ming Dynasty and the East India Company." Matsolko picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp according to the Ming Dynasty's habit.
However, according to the Dutch habit, Guo Lin took a small sip, held it in her mouth and tasted it slowly, praising: "Good wine! It is mellow and sweet, with endless aftertaste!"
"Your Majesty the Governor, you just said a toast to the friendship between the Ming Dynasty and the East India Company. Since they are friends, why does your country tax the Ming Dynasty merchant ships entering and leaving Manlajia far more than your own merchant ships?" he asked with a smile.
"Dear envoy, what kind of tax rate a company levies on its own land is an internal matter and your country has no right to interfere," Matsolko said back with a smile.
"No, this strait is not unique to your company, but is shared by many countries. As far as I know, many countries have been dissatisfied with your company's extortion and extortion, and have rebelled angrily, igniting war."
"So, you admit that it was the Ming Dynasty that was secretly supporting these indigenous people and provoking the war?"
"No, this battle is entirely a spontaneous struggle by various countries out of their indignation against your company's tyranny. While I understand their just behavior, I still remain neutral out of friendship with your company."
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Guo Lin's words have profound meaning. On the one hand, it is a show of goodwill and to distance yourself from the alliance; on the other hand, it is also a threat. If you do not agree to Ming's request, Ming may no longer be neutral and fight you.
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Governor Matsolko heard the implication clearly, but seriously led to another topic, "The Ming Dynasty occupies the company's territory. Is this also a sign of friendship?"
"Your company's territory? It's obviously an unclaimed desert island, with only a few indigenous people on it."
"Those indigenous people are all vassals of the company, and this behavior is tantamount to declaring war on the company."
"According to your opinion, the Manlajia Kingdom was once a vassal state of the Ming Dynasty. If your company occupies it, is it also declaring war on the Ming Dynasty?"
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Negotiations are all about confrontation, and you come and go. Matsolko was hospitable when entertaining guests, but refused to give in during negotiations, showing his sophistication and ruthlessness.
After several rounds, Guo Lin could no longer hold back and showed his trump card: "If your company recognizes Ming's interests in Fubo Island and gives the Ming merchant ships entering and leaving the Manlajia Strait the same tax treatment as Dutch merchant ships, Ming is willing to mediate the strait."
Disputes should be settled as soon as possible."
The cunning Matsolko immediately understood what he meant: as long as the current situation of Fubo Island is recognized and the Ming merchant ships and Dutch merchant ships are given the same tax rate, the Ming Dynasty will no longer interfere in the war near the strait. Without the Ming Dynasty,
With support, the company will soon be able to pacify those local chiefs.
He did not express his position, but said with a smile: "I have heard for a long time that your country is a country of poetry. When the wine is strong, I write poetry. I would like to see this great talent."
What! This Yi people actually want to compose poetry for me. Can he understand it?
Guo Lin smiled disdainfully, "How dare you disobey me!"
I ordered someone to get paper and pen, and in a flash, I wrote a song "Ru Meng Ling":
"Ru Meng Ling·Being a Guest"
It's hard to find a close friend,
Good intentions and eternal life.
I feel dizzy after trying to drink.
Fragrant grass in the Garden of Laughter.
Hello,
Hello,
The scenery in Bacheng is unique.
On the surface, this poem is to thank the host for his hospitality, but in fact, the last sentence contains a murderous intention. If you are good, I will be good, so that Batavia can be good. Otherwise, haha??
Guo Lin was confident that she was Pili Yangqiu, but the Yi governor couldn't tell and looked at him mockingly.
Unexpectedly, after reading this poem carefully, Matsolko seemed to have some enlightenment, and he wrote a poem "Like a Dream":
"Ru Meng Ling·Hospitality"
The Tao is Boya, not.
Dao is Ziqi, not Qi.
Flowing water and mountains,
We will meet again one day.
Nothing,
Nothing,
What's the point of arguing while drunk?
This poem uses the allusion of mountains and flowing water to satirize Guo Lin. You are not Yu Boya, and I am not Zhong Ziqi, so we can't agree on it for a while. If you have nothing to do, talk slowly, and one day we will eventually reach an agreement, and we will eventually meet again.
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After seeing this word, Guo Lin was shocked: This Yi man is so proficient in our Han culture. He is really an opponent that cannot be underestimated!
This chapter has been completed!