He spent a lot of thought and even made a lot of promises, and even vaguely told the Egyptian nobles here that if they supported him, it would be very possible to become the king of Egypt in the future.
Dick knew that what these people couldn't let go of the most was power, so he told them that Britain could give them power.
As for those retired French soldiers, they are actually locals in Egypt, but they feel more inflated after having French weapons in their hands.
For these people, Dick used both kindness and power.
Reward them with money and women.
But he also warned them and told them about Britain's power.
There are also the ordinary people in this port city, the bottom class of society, what Dick thinks is that these are the labor force.
Only by stabilizing these people can huge benefits be created for Britain.
But for these people, Dick used the simplest and most worthless thing - promise.
He promised equality to the militia union, promised money to the militia union, and promised that everyone who worked for Britain would gain a higher status and a better class.
This was undoubtedly fatal to the Egyptian civilians who were still under serfdom.
But Dick's commitments were only verbal agreements, and he didn't pay anything!
The leaders of these three parties will definitely show the utmost respect to him. Dick has even imagined that scene.
Dick was sure of victory and looked at Nashadir triumphantly.
Nashadik gave him a flat look and said nothing.
Dick chuckled, mentally agreeing that Nashadir had nothing to say.
At this time, the three people walked in and took a step forward.
Look at the two people sitting in the first place.
The three people bowed three times to Nashadir sitting on the left without thinking.
"Master, you are here."
Dick was overjoyed, his face was filled with joy, and he looked at Nashadir without concealing his provocation.
As if to say, see, the leaders of these port cities have succumbed to our British intimidation.
Nashadir glanced at him and remained silent.
"Everyone, please stand up. There is no need to be so polite." Dick said with all his might.
The three people raised their heads and glanced up, and with lightning speed, they suddenly lowered their heads, even lower.
Dick was stunned for a moment, he must have been frightened by his current aura.
Dick coughed twice and subsided slightly, walked forward, supported the three of them, and said politely like a corporal: "You are all the pillars of our future Britain, there is no need to be so nervous."
The three people looked up at Dick and asked lightly: "Who are you?"
Dick's face stiffened slightly and his brows furrowed.
At this time, Nashadir stood up and walked over. The three of them were even more humble and looked like they were trying to please: "Master, what are your orders?"
Nashadir left without even looking at the three of them.
Dick was petrified on the spot and felt a thunderbolt strike from the top of his head.
The whole person lost all mobility and his mind went blank.
At this time, a breeze seemed to be blowing, but it could not blow away Dick's embarrassing scene.
Now he sees that everything he did just now is a joke in Nashadir's eyes.
Thinking of this, Dick wished he could die on the spot.
In front of Nashadir, his mortal enemy, he showed off his power and showed off his coquettishness. Now it seems that he is just a clown in the eyes of the world, not worth mentioning!