Geti is a typical inland town. People in the whole town do two things: raising cattle and selling cattle.

When we arrived, Zhi and his musket team had already surrounded the hotel where they were targeting. Not to mention the Spanish, even the Spanish flies could not fly out.

"How is the situation?" I asked.

"I'm still inside, so I'll never surrender." Zhi turned around and looked at the entrance of the cellar and replied helplessly: "In order to ensure the safety of the child, I have someone send food and water in regularly. I guess although they don't like this child, they should not abuse the child even if they increase the weight of the chips."

This is logical reasoning, so I agree with this point of view. But it seems that things will be unsuccessful, so I must come forward as soon as possible to meet the person who is named and wants to meet me.

With the crowd, I walked to the cellar door with Guiqi, looked at the inside of the black cellar, let go of my voice and shouted inside, "I'm here! I'm Sun Qilan. Who is going to see me? Come out and speak!"

Hearing my voice, I was silent for a moment in the cellar, and then a voice came from the faintest: "Sun, it's really you! It seems that you attach great importance to this child."

The sound sounded very tired, but it still couldn't hide the familiarity I came from the bottom of my heart. Who was it? Listening to the people inside, my thoughts were pulled by time, floating around, as if I had flew back to the scene when I first arrived in the West.

"Do you remember who I am?" Seeing that I was silent, the person inside teased and smiled again: "You are really a noble person who forgets things. I still remember you freshly, but you have forgotten my existence."

As he said that, he smiled bitterly again, as if shaking his head and talking: "I didn't expect that I was confident for half a lifetime, but I didn't even have the qualifications to remember! It's so sad, so sad!"

When I heard his last few words, I seemed to remember who he was, but the age was a bit old and I really couldn't remember it for a while. So I followed the prompt from Little Pence to continue thinking. Finally, I remembered who this person was!

"You are...Alfred! Yes! It must be you!" I raised my voice and shouted into the cellar.

"Hahahahaha!" A desolate laughter came from the darkness deep in the cellar: "I didn't expect you to remember me, it's really rare."

While speaking, a figure appeared at the entrance of the cellar. I looked up and saw that it was Alfred, a little Alfred who had been away for many years!

"I didn't expect to be an old friend." I looked at the embarrassing appearance of Alfred, but there was no sign of ridicule, but smiled as kindly as possible. After saying that, I looked back at the surroundings, and there were a few empty wine barrels scattered not far away, throwing them on the ground. So I pointed to the wine barrels and chuckled, "Sit and talk."

Without hesitation, little Alfred stepped out of the cellar and walked straight towards the barrel. He walked to the barrel almost at the same time as me, looked at me deeply, and did not sit down in a hurry, but asked me a question: "Don't you ask, what's going on with that kid now?"

I patted his shoulder, pointed to the wine barrel and said, "Since it's you, I won't worry. Smart people do things, and they have smart people's ways to do stupid things."

After saying that, I took the lead in sitting on a wine barrel lying horizontally on the ground. After sitting down, I shook it back and forth, and laughed twice: "This seat is really good, come! Let's sit!"

Little Alfred turned his head and sat on a barrel opposite me. The barrel was still standing, so even though he was tall, he still needed to tiptoe to barely sit on the top of the barrel.

His expression seemed as relaxed as possible, but his tight forehead exposed his heart. He was nervous, very nervous.

Could it be that the child is...I can't help but feel a little worried, but I still insist on maintaining my calmness.

"The child is very good, at least it is very good at the moment, you don't have to worry." Little Alfred sat firmly and looked at me and said. After sitting down, his expression seemed to relax a lot, changing his nervousness just now.

"So you should rest assured, I didn't mean to attack you, otherwise according to the situation in front of you, you would have died more than ten times, right?" I also quickly threw out an olive branch to make him feel at ease.

"So, we still have the possibility of talking? Is it right?" Alfred, little, seemed to have regained his confidence and tapped the barrel a few times with his right fingers playing the piano. The tone seemed to be not negotiating with me in this dark and wet cellar, but reminiscing with me in the lavender manor in Cyprus.

"Of course! We talked about the past, talked about the present, and talked about the future. As long as we have common interests, we can talk about it. What's more, we are still friends." I gave him a reassurance.

In fact, from a negotiating perspective, it is not advisable for me to show weakness like this, but the situation is different now. Everything is in my control. If I want him to die, he will definitely not be able to survive. If I want him to live, I can also decide whether he lives standing or kneeling.

Therefore, the more low-key I became, the more I felt unsure of Alfred. As expected, after I said this, Alfred showed some undetectable anxiety, and then forced himself to suppress his emotions, frustrated and asked me, "What do you want?"

I smiled, stretched out my right hand and said, "Peace!"

Little Alfred was stunned, and seemed to not understand what I meant. Instead, I looked at him, but looked at the roof and said sadly: "After so many years of fighting and killing, I have fewer and fewer friends, and fewer people can believe in it. So I don't want to lose anyone I know anymore. Even if we have any misunderstandings and entanglements, I still don't want to give up. Do you understand?"

Little Alfred looked at my eyes, with endless sincerity in it. After a long time, he sighed slightly, "It seems that I have returned to my hometown and have suffered a lot of blows. Am I supposed to have found a treasure?"

"Actually, I know very well what you want. Why can't everyone sit down and talk about it? I can't manage the huge Nanyang area alone. If you are willing to come in, you can work together to develop it together. Right?" I threw out another red date, a bright red date.

"You want to cooperate with Spain?" Alfred Jr. said in surprise: "I always think you and the Spaniards are incompatible, so how could you have such a consideration?"

But I smiled so hard that I was very distracted: "You are wrong. I want to cooperate with the Alfred family, not Spain!"

Deliberately, I separated his family from Spain, and this also successfully hit the pain point of Alfred Little. As a Spanish nobleman, a nobleman in power could have walked proudly in almost all parts of the world, but because of a defeat in the country, he became a person who was ridiculed everywhere. This gap made Alfred Little was very depressed.

But who can he blame? When I surrendered to Britain and finally defeated Spain, his father, Mr. Alfred, worked hard. He did not work for his motherland, but for the yellow gold ingots. Therefore, despite being treated like this today, Alfred still had nothing to say. After all, it was the Alfred family that was injustice, but it could not blame others for their heads.

After hearing my words, a strange look appeared in the little Alfred's eyes. He didn't expect me to say this at all. He thought he would eventually defeat the death, but in the end he turned around and ushered in a new possibility of negotiation!

Of course, Alfred, who is a lake, also knows that everything is still at my oral creative stage, which does not mean that the situation will get better, nor does it mean that he will die.

The key is to figure out what he was thinking - Alfred said in his heart. That child? It seems to be the key to the problem now. Although it was not that important to him, it seems to be the biggest reliance on changing the situation.

Killing him can only vent his anger for a moment, keeping him can give him more choices - Alfred is very glad that he made the right choice.

"So Sun, tell me what you think." Alfred took out his negotiation posture and prepared to do a big fight. From his slightly tight face, it can be seen that he was ready to fight for an inch of land.

I smiled and waved my hand gently: "I don't think there is anything to talk about."

A single sentence made Alfred's heart come to his throat! He didn't understand what my words meant. Could it be that this oriental man had repented? This is not his style!

I smiled honestly: "The situation is very clear now. Jimmy's life and death are related to your life and death. To me, it is just a matter of whether it is good-looking or not. Is it right?"

Alfred was speechless. This was indeed the most core sentence at present. I opened my trump card as soon as I came out, which was a sure win. He had no reason to bargain. We all understand this truth.

"So things are simple. You put the child back and I will protect you from your life. Then, like last time, let your noble father bid for you-even though you did a bad job, I think it's just a matter of price. I'll give you a friendly price."

I said it very seriously. Although it doesn't sound that true, it's the fact: "When we have agreed on the price this time, we will discuss the issue of being enemies or friends in the future. I think this is fair. Is it right?"

Alfred was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "If I let go of the child, what can I use to ensure my safety?"

When he said this, he looked into my eyes.

I placed my elbows on both knees, crossed my hands under my chin, and gently spit out two words: "Trust."

"Trust?" Alfred frowned, not understanding. Compared to the weight of life, trusting is too luxurious and too fragile.

But I put down my hand and smiled, "It's not trust in my character, but in your own value and my wisdom."

"If I kill you, I will be happy for a minute, and then I will regret it because I have done a bad deal. And keeping you, I can get much more than killing you - this is like you keeping that child, right?"

"What's more, you can be one of my few friends." I added at the end, but my hand was already subconsciously placed on the hilt of the knife.

I've already shown up, Alfred answers, then do what I said. If I don't answer, then do what I want.

The ending is just a matter of how much income I earn, but Alfred is related to life and death. So this is a multiple-choice question that is not too difficult to choose.

"Trade!" Alfred shouted, afraid that I would regret it, which would make the situation he carefully arranged lose its meaning, and would be doomed next.

Then he turned his head and shouted at the cellar: "Take that child out! We... surrender..."
Chapter completed!