I'm a pirate at the end of Ming Dynasty

"Of course, I know we can't just talk about money. As far as I know, your country has always been fond of cotton in trade. When it comes to cotton cloth, it is not an exaggeration to say that I, Songjiang Mansion of the Ming Dynasty, am the only one in the world. I, Zheng Zhipeng, It's hard to say in other places, but in Songjiang, you can inquire about my prestige. If your navy accepts my employment, I will sell you 200 million pieces of cotton cloth at a low price every year, and I will guarantee that except for you on the sea, No one can get Songjiang cotton."

The red-haired devil nodded: "Fourth Master is full of sincerity, but if we only rely on these two points, I think we may be able to talk about alliances and employment, but it is not necessary."

"Of course, these two are just acknowledgment. Third, on behalf of my elder brother, I can make a promise to your army."

"What a promise."

"It depends on whether your army is Portuguese or considers itself Spanish."

“As with the Portuguese, so with the Spaniards.”

"If it's the Spaniards, our Zheng family can promise that when the Dutch attack Malacca, we will send all our troops to help. If it's the Portuguese... you and I will join hands, Malacca, yours, Ceylon, mine."

The red-haired ghost was startled, and it took him a long time to say: "Why should we believe you, Lord Long? You are not a country and you can go back on your word at any time."

"You can inquire about my brother and I's credibility. I will let all the heroes at sea know about this. Don't worry, we will never go back on our word."

"This... I need to go back to Macau to discuss it with other colleagues."

"Okay, I'll give you fifteen days. My conditions will not change within fifteen days. After fifteen days, we may need to renegotiate."

"can."

"Then, let me toast you and wish you and I a happy cooperation."

Hong Mao smiled and said: "No, I have to hurry back and drink the wine when I come back. Say goodbye."

After that, Hong Mao cupped his hands and actually left without looking at the food on the table.

Zheng Zhipeng was not surprised by the red-haired devil's completely different behavior, but continued to pick up his chopsticks and start eating. The ungrateful Zhang Bingzhen really took away his cotton mattress and silk quilt recently. The food and drinks were no longer takeout from Tianxianglou, but the same meager meals as the prison bosses. He was really a little greedy.

Seeing the red-haired ghost walking away, Zheng Zhipeng hooked his hand and motioned for Yang Xu to come up. He also ordered the waiter to fill up a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and started eating with him: "In a year of great disaster, don't waste food."

"Yes."

"Has there been any news about my eldest brother while I've been in prison these days?"

"There is a letter that Mr. Long wrote to his mistress after he rushed back to Fujian. It only said that the Dutch bombarded Xiamen. He was indeed going to war with the Dutch. Judging from the date, it should have been more than half a month ago. What happened in the past, he just said that we don’t have to worry, and also said that all matters here will be left to you. He should have a letter specifically for you. I am afraid that it was sent to Ningbo and has not been forwarded yet. As for now I don’t know how the battle will turn out.”

"Sigh... This communication is so inconvenient. It would be nice if there was a telegram."

"what?"

"Oh, it's okay. By the way, is this Portuguese man reliable? What does the so-called shopkeeper Wang do?"

"Shopkeeper Wang is the talker of the Cantonese merchants in Hangzhou, and his business is not small. It is said that he has connections in Beijing and is also involved with the Suzhou Weaving Bureau. He said that this red hair must be a Macau general-level figure, but in the end Even though he is the oldest person to speak, he was vague and didn’t make it clear.”

Zheng Zhipeng nodded and said, "Very good, well done. Please help me pay more attention. Go to Suzhou, tell me my name and ask Eunuch Yang, and then check the background of shopkeeper Wang. How is Xu Bengao? There are still rumors Are you spreading it?"

"Rumors are still spreading, and many people in the Songjiang area have already concluded that he did it. But I heard that he was sick, and very sick. Some people said... he was crazy."

"Sick? Crazy? Haha, it seems that he still has some conscience and knows that he is afraid of God. It seems that we have to hurry up. If God takes him away, it will be too easy for him."

"Yes."

Zheng Zhipeng stirred the bowl with a spoon, drank up the remaining half of the bowl of West Lake beef soup, put down the empty bowl and said with a smile: "I've finished eating, you are not allowed to leave the rest of this table, you are building a new house at home." Is it done?"

"It's built."

"Zhang Bingzhen and I only asked for two hours of leave in total. I will go to your room to take a nap and go back when I wake up. I won't go home."

"Yes, my sister has thought before that you might not go home, and has ordered someone to boil water. You can take a bath first."

Zheng Zhipeng was stunned again, "You are really thoughtful."

After holding Yang Xu down and letting him eat at the table, Zheng Zhipeng asked the waiter to lead the way to Yang Xu's room. As expected, it was completely different from when he came back. Although it was not luxurious, it was at least clean. It is neat and tidy. There is also a Nanjing Babu bed and a copper incense rack in the house.

It's just that the fragrance ball is almost boring. It only contains the purest musk and ambergris. The price is not cheap, but it has a shortcoming and a bit of a nouveau riche feeling.

As expected, a large wooden barrel of pine wood had been prepared in the compartment. The hot water had a fragrant aroma in it. He was quite particular about it. He tried the water temperature and found that it was just right, lukewarm or not. He had spent the past two days in prison. It was indeed relatively bad. When I saw this, I couldn't bear it anymore, so I stripped off my clothes neatly and went in.

"Huh~ It's comfortable."

After taking a dip, I felt indescribably tired all over my body. Gradually, I squinted. When I opened my eyes again, the water was already a little cold.

"Oh... you are still too tired after all."

Zheng Zhipeng stood up and planned to go to sleep on Babu bed.

"Fourth Master, you are awake."

"Oh Mom, you scared me! Madam Yang? You didn't say anything when you came in."

Madam Yang blushed and did not answer. She just lowered her head and handed the towel up with both hands.

Zheng Zhipeng quickly took the towel over, but found that he was already standing without it, which made him feel awkward for a moment.

Madam Yang naturally noticed it. She was not a young girl. Even if she wore a bath towel, it was quite obvious. She blushed and said, "If Fourth Master... if there is any need, I would like to..."

Blushing to the base of my neck.

Zheng Zhipeng thought for a while and said, "No need. I still respect my wife."

After waiting for a while, he said: "Madam, please go to my house and call Xiaodie and Xiaolian."

Madam Yang's expression darkened, but she could only say, "Yes."