My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 13 I don't want to give it, so should I rent the head office? (Seek investment and follow-up!)

"You dare to sell that thing, aren't you afraid that your emperor will kill your nine clans?"

Zhu Gaoyu's mouth twitched at the old king's words.

Indeed, if there is no permission from the imperial court, if ordinary generals sell this stuff, at least they will be killed by themselves and the whole family will be exiled.

If the quantity is too large and sold to the enemy country, basically the nine clans will be happy together.

But the problem is to kill him from Zhu Gaoyu's nine clans.

Hehe, it's not that Zhu Gaoyu is arrogant.

In the whole world, no one dared to dream of such an idea.

Taking the tea from the maid next to him, Zhu Gaoyu ignored the rouge lips and drank it in one gulp.

"Whether the imperial court kills my nine clans or not is my business, so I will ask you if you want it?"

The old king narrowed his eyes.

This governor is a bit crazy, he is not even afraid of killing the nine clans. Could it be that his status in Daming is very high.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the two granddaughters who were serving beside him.

The two girls seemed to feel something, raised their eyes slightly to take a look, and then quickly lowered their heads.

Although it was just a glance, the old king already understood what he should understand.

This kid has a very high status in Daming, so high that the two granddaughters dare not even give him a hint.

Knowing this, the old king said without hesitation: "Yes, I want as much as I have."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a moment, remembering that the other party's lion opened his mouth during the transaction some time ago, preparing to be slaughtered, and gritted his teeth: "How much money do you plan to ask for, or how many spices or gems do you plan to ask for?"

Glancing at the two maids beside him who were silently pinching their shoulders and beating their legs, Zhu Gaoyu smiled lightly and said, "I don't want money, and I don't want anything."

The old king was taken aback, and subconsciously looked outside the carriage.

The sun didn't come out from the west.

How did this guy, who fought for every penny when he was doing business some time ago, suddenly become so generous.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

This kid doesn't want money or things, and that request is definitely not ordinary.

The old king's heart suddenly became vigilant.

"It's not the first time we've done business. Come on and tell me what you want, otherwise I feel uneasy if you do this."

Zhu Gaoyu chuckled when he heard this, and waved to the two maids.

The twin maids saluted, opened the door of the carriage and walked out. Only Zhu Gaoyu and the old king were left in the carriage.

Such a scene made the old king's heart tugged even more.

Even the closest servants were not allowed to sit in on the sidelines. It can be seen that what this kid wants is by no means ordinary.

He reached out and knocked on the window of the car, and soon there was a shout from the left army to let the guards make room for the carriage.

After waiting for a while, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the old king.

The old king's nerves were stretched to the extreme.

"I want Sadigang."

Staring at the nervous old king, Zhu Gaoyu pointed to the pier where everyone landed just now.

"impossible!"

"If that's the case, I'd rather not have those things."

The old king directly refused.

At this time, the Bengal Sultanate is not as messy as later generations.

Due to its special location, it is a place where the land and sea of ​​the East and the West must pass, and its economy is very prosperous.

Sadi Port is an important source of national finances. The old king would rather exchange all his granddaughters for those things than give up the port.

"Don't worry."

Seeing that the old man's face was flushed with anxiety, Zhu Gaoyu poured him a cup of tea.

The old king snorted while blowing his beard and staring.

He wanted to end this conversation, but he was worried that the refusal would be too decisive, which would make Daming feel unhappy.

So I could only suppress the unhappiness in my heart and listen to what this kid planned to say.

"The location of your country is an important route between the East and the West, plus the climate."

"You are not only economically and conveniently transported, but also produce a lot of crops."

The corners of the old king's mouth curled up slightly.

Glancing at the somewhat self-satisfied old king, Zhu Gaoyu said slowly:

"But as the saying goes, there are advantages and disadvantages."

"As far as your country's position is concerned, there is a metaphor in our Ming Dynasty, that is, it is a place that must be contested by military strategists."

The old king, who was just a little complacent in his heart, suddenly darkened.

Zhu Gaoyu continued to make up the knife.

"If the neighbors around you are weak, it's okay for you to be strong, but if a neighbor rises, or your strength declines, then I don't need to say much about the fate your country will face. You should be very clear."

Leaning slightly on the carriage, Zhu Gaoyu folded his arms and looked at the old king with a smile.

"After all, what happened to your ancestors has not happened once or twice."

The old king snorted coldly, "So what? If I give you the port, Daming, can you still help our country resist the invasion of foreign enemies?"

The smile on Zhu Gaoyu's face remained the same, he looked at the old king and said slowly: "Why not."

The old king frowned.

"What kind of statement?"

A triumphant smile appeared in Zhu Gaoyu's eyes.

The old man's heart has changed, but he still hesitates.

Think about it too.

If it is not so helpless, who would give up their own land to others.

Of course, some braided pigs may think differently from others.

"If we, Ming Dynasty, own a port in your country, then we both have a cooperative relationship, involving huge interests."

"Your Bengal Sultanate is peaceful and stable, and we Ming can make more money."

"So in order to ensure that we can make more money, we will do our best to ensure the peace and stability of your country."

The old king raised his eyebrows, "That's all?"

Zhu Gaoyu spread his hands.

"Aren't these enough?"

The old king fell silent.

Yes, it seems to be enough to ensure the security of one's own country from being invaded by foreign enemies.

Seeing that the old king was vacillating, Zhu Gaoyu continued: "Besides, with the port, our Daming will bring more goods and promote the development of trade. By then, more people will come to buy things."

"When there are more people, in addition to economic development, other aspects will also bring about huge changes."

"Such as cultural exchanges between countries and the introduction of various processing and production technologies, as long as you are willing to spend money and seize the opportunity, these will also enter your hands."

"With the stable environment brought to you by Ming Dynasty, coupled with the trade brought about by economic development, and the inflow of knowledge."

Speaking of this, Zhu Gaoyu looked at the old king enviously.

"Such a good thing, I envy you."

The old king snorted twice.

"Although what you said is very good, I'm sorry, but I still have to refuse."

"Since the day the Sultanate of Bangladesh was established, there has been no precedent for giving land to other countries."

"Even if I agree, the noble ministers in the country will not agree."

Zhu Gaoyu understood what the other party meant.

The old king was moved, but he was worried that if he gave the land to other countries, he would get countless infamy and even threaten his status.

"Are you worried about your subjects' opposition?"

The old king glanced at Zhu Gaoyu and said nothing, everything was kept silent.

Zhu Gaoyu smiled, "I have a compromise, which can achieve the goals of both of us, and your subjects won't have such a big objection."

The old king suddenly raised his head, "What way?"

Zhu Gaoyu approached the old king's ear, and said two words with a voice that could only be heard by two people.

"Lease!"

(End of this chapter)