The contract was written down in black and white, and after a few words of conversation with Beiming Changfeng, the leader of the Persian businessman named Muhammad directly asked Beiming Changfeng to send someone to go with him to get the matchlock gun.
Naturally, Beiming Changfeng had no objection and immediately ordered him to go and do this in person.
"Wait a minute." Ziyu, who didn't want to run away, walked in with a smile on his face. First he pretended to bow to Beiming Changfeng, and then smiled and said to Beiming Changfeng: "Where are the firearms?"
Prince Mohammed, you go there in person, and Count Mohammed will deliver the goods to your door."
After saying that, Chao Beiming Changfeng gave him a gentle wink.
Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, not knowing what Ziyu was up to, but he followed Ziyu's words and said a favor, then sat down again.
Count Mohammed, who got the translation, looked at each other with his caravans and delivered the goods to their door?
These barbarians really dare to think.
I'm really not afraid that they will just tear up the agreement and run away.
"Count Mo, come, sit down first." After waving to Count Mohammed, Ziyu smiled and sat next to the desk in the room.
She had never heard that there was a royal family in Persia with the title of Duke Bozinan, but it was possible that she was ignorant, so Ziyu simply referred to Earl Mohammed as Earl Mo.
"Sister-in-law, he asked you if you have any orders." Xiangli was not well yet. After so long of translating, he was already leaning on the bed with a pale face, but he still translated for Ziyu very insistently.
Ziyu smiled and said without saying much: "Count Mo, I believe you also know that our ancient Eastern country has many beautiful goods, which should be sold at very good prices at your place. Since you are here this time, why go back empty-handed?
, buying and selling, coming and going is the key to doing business.”
When Count Namo heard what Ziyu said, a trace of disapproval flashed across his face.
"Porcelain and silk from the ancient Eastern countries are very popular, but the profit is not big enough, so they don't get involved in this kind of business." Xiang Li frowned, this Persian has such a big tone.
Yes, Ziyu, a professional arms smuggler, understands.
Businesses range from big to small. Silk, porcelain, etc. are all done by small businessmen in Persia. Count Merce is doing big business like war arms.
The smile on his face became even brighter. Ziyu hooked his fingers towards Earl Mo, who was sitting opposite. While reaching out and grabbing Earl Mo's hand, he said slowly: "We in the East are not only beautiful with silk and porcelain, but what is more beautiful is a kind of beauty."
drug."
Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in Ziyu's hand, and the fish intestine sword passed through Count Namer's arm.
Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out...
"%%...#￥@#" Earl Mo's people, who were a little aggrieved, immediately jumped up and yelled at Ziyu.
In the room, people from Beiming Changfeng also looked at Ziyu in surprise.
At this point, it’s clear that everything has been settled, so why do you still want to hurt someone?
Only Beiming Changfeng glanced at Count Mo without changing his expression, and did not change his expression at all due to Ziyu's sudden method.
Grasping Earl Mo's hand, the smile on Ziyu's face remained unchanged. He reached out and took out a vial, opened it, poured the black powder inside into Earl Mo's wound, and said slowly: "This medicine is
The Prince of Zhenbei exclusively possesses the holy medicine for healing, which will stop the bleeding at the first sight." God bless you.
The contract was written down in black and white, and after a few words of conversation with Beiming Changfeng, the leader of the Persian businessman named Muhammad directly asked Beiming Changfeng to send someone to go with him to get the matchlock gun.
Naturally, Beiming Changfeng had no objection and immediately ordered him to go and do this in person.
"Wait a minute." Ziyu, who didn't want to run away, walked in with a smile on his face. First he pretended to bow to Beiming Changfeng, and then smiled and said to Beiming Changfeng: "Where are the firearms?"
Prince Mohammed, you go there in person, and Count Mohammed will deliver the goods to your door."
After saying that, Chao Beiming Changfeng gave him a gentle wink.
Beiming Changfeng glanced at Ziyu, not knowing what Ziyu was up to, but he followed Ziyu's words and said a favor, then sat down again.
Count Mohammed, who got the translation, looked at each other with his caravans and delivered the goods to their door?
These barbarians really dare to think.
I'm really not afraid that they will just tear up the agreement and run away.
"Count Mo, come, sit down first." After waving to Count Mohammed, Ziyu smiled and sat next to the desk in the room.
She had never heard that there was a royal family in Persia with the title of Duke Bozinan, but it was possible that she was ignorant, so Ziyu simply referred to Earl Mohammed as Earl Mo.
"Sister-in-law, he asked you if you have any orders." Xiangli was not well yet. After so long of translating, he was already leaning on the bed with a pale face, but he still translated for Ziyu very insistently.
Ziyu smiled and said without saying much: "Count Mo, I believe you also know that our ancient Eastern country has many beautiful goods, which should be sold at very good prices at your place. Since you are here this time, why go back empty-handed?
, buying and selling, coming and going is the key to doing business.”
When Count Namo heard what Ziyu said, a trace of disapproval flashed across his face.
"Porcelain and silk from the ancient Eastern countries are very popular, but the profit is not big enough, so they don't get involved in this kind of business." Xiang Li frowned, this Persian has such a big tone.
Yes, Ziyu, a professional arms smuggler, understands.
Businesses range from big to small. Silk, porcelain, etc. are all done by small businessmen in Persia. Count Merce is doing big business like war arms.
The smile on his face became even brighter. Ziyu hooked his fingers towards Earl Mo, who was sitting opposite. While reaching out and grabbing Earl Mo's hand, he said slowly: "We in the East are not only beautiful with silk and porcelain, but what is more beautiful is a kind of beauty."
drug."
Speaking of this, a cold light flashed in Ziyu's hand, and the fish intestine sword passed through Count Namer's arm.
Suddenly, a stream of blood spurted out...
"%%...#￥@#" Earl Mo's people, who were a little aggrieved, immediately jumped up and yelled at Ziyu.
In the room, people from Beiming Changfeng also looked at Ziyu in surprise.
At this point, it’s clear that everything has been settled, so why do you still want to hurt someone?
Only Beiming Changfeng glanced at Count Mo without changing his expression, and did not change his expression at all due to Ziyu's sudden method.
Grasping Earl Mo's hand, the smile on Ziyu's face remained unchanged. He reached out and took out a vial, opened it, poured the black powder inside into Earl Mo's wound, and said slowly: "This medicine is
The Prince of Zhenbei exclusively possesses this holy medicine for healing, which will stop bleeding at the first sight."