Chapter 850: Your God can’t control me [please vote]
"Humble Tang people, you should kneel down in front of me, kiss my boots, and let the blessings of Allah bless you. When you believe in Allah, you will have eternal life."
The child's voice was childish, but his condescending demeanor was like a kid in a hotel throwing a bone to the mangy dog at the door of the store - be good and have the bone to eat...
Naturally, Fang Jun didn't understand the Arabic he was mumbling, and looked at Gadil with confusion. Gadil was sweating a little, but he didn't dare to translate what little Hussein said randomly, so he had to translate it truthfully.
Mother!
When Fang Jun heard this, he almost wanted to kick this sick little kid into the sea!
He has never been against religion, be it Buddha, Jade Emperor or God. As long as it is for the purpose of persuading people to do good, everyone has the freedom of belief and others should not interfere. But your condescension seems more like pity.
To whom is the tone of giving alms given?
He endured his anger and said coldly: "I'm sorry, this is the Tang Dynasty, your God can't control me!"
At this sentence, Gadir's face darkened, and he had to translate it under the gaze of little Hussein.
Little Hussein even jumped three feet high, scolding Fang Jun with a sharp voice: "Damn it! Are you insulting Allah? Do you know that I am a descendant of Muhammad, and Muhammad is the last person sent to the world by Allah?
A messenger, heretics like you deserve to be burned to death by fire from heaven!”
Fang Jun looked at Gadil, who was sweating profusely and hesitant. Little Hussein pointed at Gadil's nose: "Translate for this infidel, and don't change a word!"
Gadir had no choice but to obey.
Now even Su Dingfang was angry. He took a step forward and was about to pull out the horizontal sword from his waist. How dare you threaten the Marquis of the Tang Dynasty like this? The general manager, do you really think that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are made of mud?
Fang Jun laughed angrily. He first stopped Su Dingfang's actions, then pointed at the jumping little Hussein and threatened: "Boy, listen up, if you can't wipe your mouth clean before talking, I will kill you right now."
You fell on the mast and lit the sky lantern to send you to meet your God!"
Little Hussein couldn't understand what Fang Jun was saying at all. He screamed and said something, but Gadil, who was sweating profusely, rushed towards him and covered his mouth tightly.
The Marquis of the Tang Kingdom in front of me is not a kind-hearted person. He has so many fierce soldiers at his disposal. He is used to seeing life and death, and his hands are stained with blood. How can you contradict him at will? Even if you are the heir of the Hashemite family, you can
Don’t forget this is the Far East!
What Fang Jun just said is absolutely correct. Although Arabs brought the gospel of Allah here a long time ago, few people here believe in Allah. Allah has no control over this place. Muhammad even
I can't control it...
He fully believed that if the black-faced Marquis in front of him took action and killed all his people, and then framed them for the hateful pirates, no one except Allah would know the truth of the matter.
"My master, you have to calm down. Please don't forget that we have more important things to plead with the Marquis in front of us." Gadil could only whisper in little Hussein's ear.
Little Hussein finally calmed down a little.
He is not a fool. On the contrary, he is smarter than most people of this age. He is just a bit arrogant and pampered by everyone as the future heir of the Hashemite family. By chance, he meets a man who not only does not respect himself, but also disrespects Allah.
The pagans are really angry.
He calmed down, pursed his lips, tilted his head, looked at the blue sky and ignored Fang Jun.
Gadil wiped his sweat and said to Fang Jun with a wry smile: "My nephew is young and ignorant. If I have offended him in any way, I hope Your Majesty the Marquis can forgive me."
Fang Jun smiled, looked at the proud little rooster-like little Hussein, and asked: "Your nephew? If I guessed correctly, he should be your master, right? Well, yes, he should be the one
Are you a descendant of the Hashemite family? Hussein...this name is also very familiar. I seem to have heard you businessmen from Arabia mention it before..."
His words were purely deceptive. He had heard the name of Muhammad, and he had also heard of the four caliphs, but he turned a blind eye to who the four caliphs were. As for the descendants of the Hashemite family...
He only knows that the King of Jordan’s surname is Hashem, because the full name of Jordan is “Hashem Kingdom of Jordan”…
But the relationship between these two people is nothing like that of uncle and nephew.
It is said that master and servant are almost the same.
Gadil was really scared!
He stared at Fang Jun with wide eyes. He couldn't figure out how this Oriental man could call out Hussein's true identity in one go.
"This... that... Your Majesty the Marquis, this is not the most important thing. I think we can negotiate a big business."
Ghadir changed the subject and could not let this Eastern man get entangled. If Hussein's identity was exposed, God knows whether they would all be imprisoned and then demand a sky-high ransom from Medina?
The ransom is okay, but if the enemies of Medina knew about little Hussein, they would rather trigger a war between Arabia and the Tang Dynasty than kill little Hussein! He came to the far east just to hide.
The danger of opening Medina, if you die in the east instead...
That would be so sad.
Fang Jun glanced at the fighting on the island that had gradually subsided, and then glanced at the bearded Arab with a half-smile: "Big business? I have to remind you that now all your goods will be used as my soldiers to rescue you.
The reward for the 'nephew', oh, and the sea chart that you Arabs regard as life. So may I ask, what capital do you use to negotiate business with me? "
Gadil was dumbfounded...
Yes, whether it was the goods plundered by the pirates or part of the surviving goods, he had already given them to Fang Jun as a reward. So what else could be used to buy such powerful firearms?
Little Hussein noticed the strange behavior of Gadil and asked: "Gadil, what happened?"
Gadil had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Oh, that's it." Little Hussein was not angry because his servant "squandered" all the goods he carried. Instead, he was pleased that Gadir was able to save money at all costs: "You did a great job.
Qadir, both my father and I will be grateful to you. But you can tell this abominable infidel that I am the son of Ali, a descendant of Muhammad, and the successor of the Caliph. No matter how much money he asks, I will agree.
He. But this will have to wait until I return to Medina, but he can sell us the manufacturing method of that firearm first."
Gadil smiled bitterly, my little master, you are so naive!
In the Arab world, as Ali's son, no one dares to object to your words. But don't forget, this is not Arabia, not Medina, but the far east, a place beyond the control of Allah.
…
However, as the most loyal servant, he did not dare to disobey his master's words, so he had to translate little Hussein's words to Fang Jun in embarrassment.
Who knew that Fang Jun had a matter-of-fact expression on his face and said generously: "The manufacturing method of this kind of firearm is the top secret of the Tang Dynasty. No matter how much money is spent, it cannot be handed over to others. But I can sell the finished product to you.
And as long as the price is negotiated, we can pay on credit.”
Gadil couldn't turn his head...
He can understand that the manufacturing method is not for sale. Who would easily leak the manufacturing method of such a powerful weapon? As long as he can buy the finished product, he is completely acceptable. It is just a matter of spending a little more money. Arab commerce is developed.
There is plenty of money!
But the Marquis promised to pay on credit...
Gadir couldn't understand it.
Arabia is tens of thousands of miles away from the Tang Dynasty, and the sea journey back and forth takes more than a year. If you borrow a loan and default on it, can you still go to Arabia to collect the debt? Even if you go, Arabia is not
In the east, where Allah has no control, no matter how tough and skilled the navy of the Tang Dynasty is, they will still have to bow before the Arab warriors!
What on earth is this dark-faced Marquis planning?
Ghadir was shocked and confused, and little Hussein couldn't hold it anymore. He thought that Fang Jun would not agree to the credit, so he said angrily: "Does this infidel not even believe in the words of the descendants of Muhammad?"
Gadil quickly said: "My master, it's not that he didn't agree, but he agreed too readily. Is there any conspiracy here?"
Little Hussein was also stunned.
He doesn't understand the saying that when things go awry, there must be monsters, but he understands the truth.
The master and servant were suspicious and didn't know what to do for a while...
Fang Jun knew what these two people were thinking at a glance, but he was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys. He waved at Su Dingfang: "Order the troops to speed up. There is no need to count the seizures on the island for the time being. We will transport them all back to Huating Town. Let's do that.
While the main force remains, we still have to do something big!"
Then he turned back to Gadir and said: "Okay or not, you think about it slowly, I have plenty of time."
Ignoring the two of them anymore, he got into the cabin instead.
As soon as the inflammation on the sea dissipated, dark clouds rolled and gathered in the distant sky, and a storm was about to hit.