After saying this, Xuan Jing nodded and asked: "So, what about the third question?" The girl opened her red lips lightly, smiled slightly, and said: "This question must be answered by Mr. Yamagata.
"I couldn't hold back my laughter, and planned to hear what conditions Mr. Yamagata could offer to make me, the Song Dynasty, or Xuan Jing agree to accept a population of 20 million.
The old man took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "As for the third question, we heard that your country still lacks certain materials and craftsmanship, and I, Fuso, can just make up for this. At the same time, we have accumulated a lot of reserves over the years.
I have collected a lot of gold, which can be used as a dowry for my Fusang people." Xuan Jing thought for a moment and said: "Five million, we can only accept five million." The old man smiled and said: "It's embarrassing to say that.
, we stole a lot of culture from your country, such as the music we just played, flower arrangement and tea art, which are basically the intangible cultural heritage of the Song Dynasty. However, your country seems to have lost these cultures over the years.
"The old man paused for a moment to observe Xuan Jing's reaction. Then he said: "We also hope to return your country's culture to your country and let your country regain its cultural heritage. And these are all based on population.
On the basis of that." Xuan Jing nodded and replied: "Okay, ten million. You should be satisfied this time. As for choosing those people, you can make your own arrangements."
When I was secretly thinking about what kind of trouble the other party was planning to make, the voice named Yamagata came from the earphones. He whispered to the girl who had spoken before: "Ozawa, the remaining half depends on you.
That's it." The girl stood up and said confidently: "Your Highness, I, Fusang, still have 10 million people who cannot be accommodated. Can you bear to watch them struggling on the edge of death?" Xuan Jing seemed to want to answer.
What, but he held it back. At this time, the diplomat said hurriedly: "Our country, the Song Dynasty, has suffered from natural disasters for many years and has too much time to take care of itself. Being able to accept 10 million people is already our limit. Maybe in order to accommodate these ten million people, our country, the Song Dynasty, has no time to take care of itself."
It will take five to ten years of energy. It's not that we don't want to save anything, but that we are too willing to do anything. Or give us more time so that we can make proper arrangements." The other party suddenly smiled sweetly, even though he was on
At my age, my smile is neither too sweet nor too charming. But it is very tempting.
At this time, I couldn't help cursing myself deep in my heart. I was so slutty that I could be tempted by people who were at least ten years older. And on this occasion, I just listened to that Fuso girl using a very standard big bang.
Song Yin said: "What if we provide the Monument of King Yu again?" I couldn't help but be stunned when I heard this, but I couldn't seem to find any clues. So I secretly observed the expressions of other people. The other person seemed confident and full of expectations.
The diplomats and translators looked at us expectantly. The diplomats and translators were also slightly confused. Xuan Jing, on the other hand, was very surprised. Although the expressions of the three of them were fleeting, they could not escape my mutated eyes at all. So I
He quickly judged that this "Monument of King Yu" must be a precious treasure. The other party actually dared to ask for a price of 10 million people. And judging from Xuan Jing's expression, it seemed that it was much more than this price.
Time seemed to stand still for half a minute. There is a poem that goes: The still water is still and the flowers are falling, and the wind is still, and the empty mountains are condensed with clouds. At this time, Xuan Jing slammed the table and shouted: "Deal!"