The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

For the next two days, Cheerchen temporarily put Oksana under house arrest. And he and Fatima wandered around the mansion of Mahmed Pasha every day, hoping to find a breakthrough for the secret infiltration, but the mansion of Mahmed Pasha was tightly guarded, even Fati, who was highly skilled and proficient in stealth. Ma couldn't find a breakthrough for a while.

On this day, Fatima, who was a little anxious, said to Cheerchen: "Head, if there is really no way, I will venture tonight."

Cheerchen directly rejected Fatima's proposal because it was too dangerous.

"Fatima, I know you are for my good, but this is too dangerous. I don't want any of my companions to be unnecessarily lost. If we can't start in his mansion, we will think of other ways." Chen said.

I can think of other ways. This is simple to say, but it is not so easy to do.

Unimaginable Cheerchen had to come to a tavern to try his luck.

Chechen's purpose in going to the tavern is not to eat or drink, but to inquire about the news and to inquire about the preferences of Mahmed Pasha in order to find opportunities.

Cheerchen came to the counter and took out a Taylor between two fingers.

"Boss, bring me a bottle...er, a glass of milk."

Cheerchen wanted a bottle of wine, but he remembered that *** is not allowed to drink, so he hurriedly changed his words.

"Okay, foreign guests."

The tavern owner wiped the table in front of Cheechen graciously, and then the tavern owner did not take out the milk that Cheechen asked for, but mysteriously approached Cheorchen, and whispered, "Honorable guest, you don’t want to drink. Is it a refreshing drink?"

A refreshing drink? Cheerchen understood in a blink of an eye that the tavern owner was talking about wine.

"Do you have any wine here?" Cheer Chen asked in surprise. He looked at the boss's face. Many Genoese were not Jewish, and the tavern owner's face was a typical Tatar face. And shouldn't the Tatars who believe in the religion not sell alcohol?

"No, no, no," the Tatar boss heard Cheechen say about wine, and shook his head like a rattle: "I'm a pious ***, we don't sell wine here, we only sell it to make people feel refreshed. A refreshing drink. You will definitely like it after drinking it."

"Then give me a drink." Seeing such a solemn recommendation from the Tatar boss, Cheer Chen decided to try the so-called refreshing drink.

The Tatar boss smiled and took out a cup made of clay from under the counter, which was filled with golden liquid.

Cheerchen picked up the cup and took a sip, the smell was refreshing, like horse urine.

"Really good." Cheerchen gave the Tatar boss a thumbs up, not knowing whether he was boasting people or drinks.

The Tatar boss laughed "sincerely". He took out some figs and jujubes to make desserts for Cheerchen.

Since it was morning, there were not many guests in the pub. So Cheerchen chatted with the tavern owner while drinking a drink and eating snacks. The tavern owner was obviously also a stubborn stubborn word. He had one answer to Cheerchen's questions, but none of them could say two things. While chatting, Cheerchen deliberately brought the topic to Mahmed Pasha's body.

And the Tatar boss is obviously willing to talk to the guests about their ruler: "God! Our Mahmed Pasha is really a good man. Since he took charge of Kaffa, we have walked more lightly."

This is a euphemism, which means that Mahmed Pasha is a greedy person, and his pockets are empty.

"Oh, isn't it? No wonder I see that the residents of Kafa City are so healthy." Cheer Chen followed the boss's words.

"Isn't it? Those Pasha's loyal servants come to the shop every day..." The Tatar boss was about to continue speaking, when suddenly someone came in at the door, and he closed his mouth hurriedly.

Cheechen looked back and saw a man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek standing at the door. He was wearing a servant suit and a tall hat on his head.

The man yelled in a sharp voice before entering the house: "Boss Ali, I'm here again."

The tavern owner called Ali hurriedly walked out from behind the counter and greeted him. He bowed to the man, then invited him to the best-positioned table and poured him a refreshing drink.

The guy with the sharp-mouthed monkey-gill drank the drink, and then said in the same sharp voice as before: "These are the items Pasha sent me to buy. I have a good relationship with you, so I will give you the business. Do you want Do your best, understand?"

The tavernkeeper gave a smile that was uglier than crying, but he nodded and said yes.

Cheer Chen listened carefully to the side for a while before he gradually understood the whole story. It turned out that this guy was a servant in Pasha's house, named Maimaiti, and he came to purchase supplies on the order of the general manager. As for purchasing, it is no different from Mingqiu. For example, now, the list he gave to the tavernkeeper listed many foods worth more than fifty Taylors, but he gave the tavernkeeper a pottery pot worth 21 Taylors.

Yes, it is not for money, but for real objects.

"You have to prepare these things tomorrow, and then send them to Pasha House, do you know?" Maimai said at last.

Hearing this, Cheer Chen was even more surprised. In addition to losing money, the boss of Ali has to do the transportation by himself.

After speaking, Mai Mai stood up and was ready to leave.

At this time, Cheer Chen's heart moved. He stood up quickly, then walked quickly to Maimaiti's side.

"Hello, Mr. Maidai!" Cheer Chen said with the most friendly smile.

Mai Mai tilted his head to look at Cheor Chen. If Maimaiti's voice can only be described as ugly, then his appearance can only be said to be ugly.

Mai Tai's eyes were hesitant, the skin supported by the high cheekbones was pale and pale, the nostrils on the hooked nose were large and turned out, and there were a pair of huge windy ears, and his young forehead was full of wrinkles. .

"Who are you?" Mai Mai asked vigilantly, looking up and down the uninvited guest Chechen.

"This is a guest in our store, a foreigner, named Alvar Chechen!" The boss hurriedly introduced.

"Master Maimai, as Ali boss said, I am a businessman from Poland who came to Kafa to do business." Chechen said. .

"Businessman? Did you pay taxes when you entered the customs?" Dadao looked at Chechen, and asked with a sigh of relief when he saw that he was no different from foreign businessmen except for his youth.

"Of course I paid, I'm a serious businessman."

"Well, is there something you stopped me?"

"That's the case. It's the first time I've come out to do business. I just saw that the price of your business with Ali boss is fair and reasonable, so I want to ask you whether there is a lack of other supplies in Mahmed Pasha's house."

"Oh, what goods do you have?" Maimaiti asked Ali's boss to step aside, then stared into Cheerchen's eyes and asked.

"Look at what you asked, there are all good things on my boat. Salt from Ackerman, cashmere cloth and velvet from Königsberg, dyes from Krakow and dyes from Lviv..."

As he said, Cheorchen mysteriously approached Maimaiti's ear: "There are also beer from Warsaw and wine from Kiev."

Hearing the dazzling array of materials and refreshing drinks, Maimaiti's eyes rolled up.

"Tell me about your prices, how do you sell these?" Asked the question.

Chechen reported a price that was almost free, and offered to deliver the goods to Pasha's residence.

"You...really have no other requirements!" Mai Mai asked in disbelief, pulling out his ears, his dark eyes murmured in his eye sockets and then asked, obviously he couldn't believe the world. There was even a businessman who was in a loss-making business, and he suspected that Cheerchen had other purposes.

"Look at what you said, I quoted such a low price because I met you, Mr. Maidao." Cheerchen pretended to be a marketer and said.

His appearance made the business even more suspicious.

"You profiteer want to lie to me? I won't be fooled by you!" Maimai stomped his feet viciously, and then tried to leave.

Cheerchen hurriedly grabbed him, and then told the "truth".

"It's really impossible to hide anything from Lord Maidao. In fact, I heard that when you were discussing business with Ali boss, you said that you would use the clay pot in Pasha House to exchange it with Ali boss. I thought that when I didn’t want money, I wanted to. The pottery pot is equivalent, so I said that the materials were delivered. After the unloading is finished, I can pull the pottery pot back." Cheechen said frankly.

"Really??" Maimaiti's already big eyes seemed even bigger.

"Businessmen can't make jokes about business! You may not know that clay pots are sold very well in places like Moscow and Smolensk, and it is profitable for me to transport clay pots there." Chechen pretended to be He was so aggrieved and even revealed a trace of his own trade secrets.

"So that's it, hahahaha!" Maimaiti finally felt relieved, and believed Cheerchen's words.

"Then the price is 10% lower." Maimai took a drink and took a sip, then pressed the price for Cheerchen.

Cheerchen pretended to hesitate for a long time, then gritted his teeth and said, "Sure, I'll make you a friend."

"Boss Chechen is so refreshing! In that case, I will give you more pots, and you will give me 10% of Taylor." Maimai asked and became crooked again.

Of course Cheerchen had no opinion.

"Now let's have a drink together, I invite you."

Seeing Maimai's smiling face like a chrysanthemum, Cheerchen put on the most sincere smile: "I admire you Ottoman soldiers the most! Do you know? The military might of Ottoman Turkey is so thunderous with us! "

"Are some...some are too...too disturbing?"

Faced with Cheerchen's enthusiasm, the always acrimonious and brazen trade mention was embarrassed.

"Where! Where! A distinguished guest like you can't be invited even if you usually invite it!" Seeing that he was a little shaken, Cheerchen decided to work harder. "Could it be that you look down on me, a businessman, for fear of losing your identity?"

"Since you have said so... then I'm not welcome!"

After speaking, Maimaiti sat down on a chair by the table.

"Boss Ali, get the best wine... uh, drink." Mai Mai yelled to the tavern owner.

"Sit down! Sit down! Just treat me as your most loyal servant. There is no need to see outsiders!"

"Ha! Ha! I really can't help you, really a stubborn person!" Maimai Tihaha said with a smile.

"Each! Each other!" Cheechen told the guy in the tavern to serve roast leg of lamb as a snack, and then he sat down opposite him. "As soon as I came to Kfar, I heard that there is one of the most capable subordinates of Mahmed Pasha called Maimaiti. He is not only deeply trusted by Pasha, but also loves the people like his children. I am faithful and admire it, but I have never seen it. . It's rare to meet you today, which made me finally get what I wanted!" Cheerchen picked up the bottle and poured a drink for him.

"Where is it, I'm just doing trivial things under the wise Pasha. Haha, haha." Maimai was humble, but he enjoyed Cheerchen's compliment in his heart.

The two touched a drink.

Next, Cheer Chen used all the flattery he could think of and threw on the business like no money. This is the first time that Cheerchen flattered a person without a bottom line. Since Cheerchen was still unskilled, Cheerchen kept talking and repeating words, but he slammed on the ground to make Maitai more convinced that he was coming out for the first time. Business people, because people with sophisticated or ulterior motives want to pretend to be so difficult~www.wuxiaspot.com~MaiTi finally let go of their guards, and when the third cup was reached, the two of them had nothing to say. Talked.

Seeing that the time was right, Cheer Chen said that it was the first time he came to Kafa. He had never been to such a beautiful city before, especially the magnificent Pasha Palace, which he had never seen before in Poland. . Cheechen murmured whether he had deliberately visited Pasha's residence.

"Brother Chechen," Maimaiti shakes the wine in his glass all over the table.

"Pasha House has strict rules. Anyone can enter."

Speaking of this, the trade paused. Seeing Cheerchen's disappointment, he changed his words: "But since you are my friend, of course there is no problem. Later, you will follow me and I will take you in."

"Thank you so much, Brother Trader."

Cheerchen smiled and asked Ali boss to grab a few bottles of the best drinks for the business.

In the middle of the night, Cheerchen returned to the boat at the pier. As soon as Fatima approached Cheorchen, she almost covered her nose.

"Head, why do you smell like alcohol!"

Cheerchen sniffed the sleeves and collar.

"I drank too much today, but I learned a lot." Cheerchen said to Fatima happily.

Through the sale and purchase, Chechen not only got the opportunity to enter Pasha House, but also visited the entire Pasha House and became familiar with the path. And the price is only a few bottles of wine, it is definitely a profit.

"Fatima, bring a piece of paper, oh and a pen." Cheerchen told Fatima. He must seize the time to draw all the paths of the City Lord's Mansion that he wrote down while he was still impressed.

Fatima went down to get paper and pen for Cheerchen. At this time, Viscount Hessian walked in.

The Viscount’s face and the back of his hand were full of scratches. He cried and said to Cheerchen: "Head, you go to my room and have a look."