Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

"Why?"

"Those red ghosts can sell my mother even if the price is right."

"You don't have money to make?"

Huang Taiji was shocked when he heard that the red-haired ghost had cut off the trade.

He really didn't know about this.

He couldn't help but sit up straighter and frowned.

Originally, according to his thinking, this overseas country was an important channel for him to obtain technology.

Now you tell me that the channel is gone? !

"Master, there is no need to think that this must be Ming Manzi's fault."

"It is said that Ming Manzi spent money to buy all the Red Ghost's ships in Southeast Asia."

“The premium exceeds 50%!”

"The only requirement is to cut off trade with Japan and us."

"With such a huge profit, it may be difficult for us to trade with the Red Ghost."

Why?

Why else.

Even with his fucking ass, he knew it was Ming Manzi who was causing trouble.

Fan Wencheng took a breath and explained patiently.

When he finished speaking, he saw Huang Taiji's face turn from red to black.

I grabbed the water glass next to me and wanted to throw it to the ground!

But after lifting Tai Chi for a long time, I finally held back...

This is a cup from the Yongle period. It's too expensive.

"It's Ming Manzi again..."

“It’s great to have money!”

"Damn it, with Ming Manzi's speed of losing money, sooner or later he will run out of money!"

"I don't know how to save at all!"

Huang Taiji admitted that he was really sour.

He had felt this way several times since Naming Manzi changed emperor.

It felt like there was no end to Ming Manzi's money.

They have built roads, built armaments, and expanded the army. Now they still have money to take care of the Red Devils.

It's fucking outrageous!

"Yes, master is right."

"With the speed at which the little emperor spends money, he probably won't last long."

"Then how do you want to handle this matter now?"

"After all, it's a bit difficult to tell the truth if we alone want to complete the development of new artillery in a short period of time."

"This is not only a matter of money, but also a matter of people."

"Even the Japanese craftsmen are far inferior to those of Ming Manzi."

Fan Wencheng shrugged, not much touched by Huang Taiji's anger.

He knew very well where the Ming Dynasty emperor's money came from.

After so many years of accumulation, the Han family's private silver holdings were beyond the imagination of Huang Taiji, a poor man.

That is really rich!

"Continue to study..."

"Since others can't be trusted, I'll leave it to you, Fan Aiqing."

"As long as we can produce good artillery, we can take over the Central Plains."

"When the time comes, the positions of Duke and Prime Minister will definitely be yours."

what to do...

Huang Taiji thought for a long time with a dark face, and could only look at Fan Wencheng.

As one of the people with the highest academic qualifications, you must be under pressure!

"what?"

"My slave is not very proficient in the art of investigating objects. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to make firearms that surpass those of the Ming Dynasty."

"How about letting Kong Yanzhi come? He always said that Confucianism is all-encompassing."

"This was just an opportunity to prove the value of his home."

Grass!

Fan Wencheng almost didn't curse out loud.

I work hard, but you still have to put pressure on me, right?

no...

He can never agree to this!

He knew how wealthy Huang Taiji was.

If he spends money but doesn't get results, I'm afraid he can be chopped up and used as a chamber pot.

"Fan Aiqing, there are only two of us here, so I won't show off."

"Kong Yanzhi is not a very talented person. If he is really asked to take charge of this matter, it will probably be all in vain."

"You are a descendant of Fan Zhongyan and have read all kinds of books. You are considered the most comprehensive talent in the Qing Dynasty."

"Only you can shoulder this burden and bring our Qing Dynasty to the top!"

"So you must be responsible for this!"

"I don't care what method you use, I must see the results within a year!"

Kong Yanzhi?

forget it...

That's a little piece of trash.

Yu Min is a good player, but even if he kills him, he won't be able to solve this problem.

There is not much time left for the Qing Dynasty.

If we are unable to regain the initiative this year, settling in the Central Plains will probably remain a dream.

"I..."

"you..."

"Your Majesty, this is really..."

Fan Wencheng felt a pain in his forehead when he saw that Huang Taiji was already cheating.

Is it interesting for me to be so stressed?

One more year...

Do you think that is cabbage?

It can grow in the ground.

Fan Wencheng really wanted to scold her, but looking at Huang Taiji's expression that he would use the knife if he dared to continue pushing, he endured it for a long time and finally could only shake his head and say with hands.

"Slave... take the order."

When Fan Wencheng came out of the tent, he looked at the sun above his head and felt it was extremely gray.

He always felt that his life had entered a countdown.

One year...

This is impossible even if you think about it.

"You, go and invite Mr. Bird."

"Just say I have something important to discuss."

"Please ask him to come."

I stood outside the tent and wandered around for a while.

Fan Wencheng then exhaled and called the soldiers on guard to give instructions.

It's definitely not possible to rely on him alone for this matter.

You have to find someone to share the risk.

The Japanese country had long-term trade relations with the Red Ghosts, and the artillery must be stronger than the Mite Qing in terms of craftsmanship.

As long as they can be responsible for the technology, even if it doesn't come out in the end, it will still be Japan's problem.

In addition, Mingmanzi must block the technology.

Fan Wencheng thought about it and the only breakthrough was with those red ghosts.

If I remember correctly, Ming Manzi's Fran cannon was derived from the cannon in Red Ghost's hand.

These red ghosts may not have more advanced artillery technology in their hands.

As for the lockdown...

Hehe, Ming Manzi's navy is just a decoration now, and it can still stop the red ghost from smuggling.

It's nothing more than a matter of price.

If you want to talk to the red ghost, the Japanese country is naturally the most suitable.

Thinking of this, Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth and went to the warehouse again, and took out five thousand taels of silver.

These little dwarfs are very greedy, and the necessary benefits must be indispensable to make them move.

Although five thousand taels is a bit much, I believe Huang Taiji can definitely understand it!

Not long after, inside Fan Wencheng's tent.

Mr. Bird arrived as promised.

"Little Bird Lord is here, I am so radiant."

"Come on, come on, sit down!"

"I heard that there is a tea ceremony in the Japanese country. I have a collection of good tea, please try it, Mr. Bird!"

Fan Wencheng, who was sitting on the main seat, saw that someone had already arrived.

He quickly stood up and said hello.

With that said, he waved to the side and asked his concubine to come over with tea.

"Yo Xi, I've long heard that the Ming Dynasty's tea is one of the best in the world."

"Mr. Fan, please don't let me down."

"please!"

Little Bird smiled and was in a good mood.

These past few days have been quite joyful.

As the Japanese envoy to the Qing Dynasty, the treatment he received was almost exclusively inferior to that of Huang Taiji.

Although Mianqing is a bit barren, life at the upper level is still very good.

Looking at the beautiful concubine delivering tea in front of him, Mr. Bird couldn't help but rub his hands together.