When Li Yan saw Li Chengyan's infinitely confused expression, he immediately said in confusion: "Mr. Li? Mr. Li?"

Li Chengyan was excited and came back to his senses before bowing to his feet: "Where did Governor Li kill the barbarians? Could it be those Franchise men?"

Li Chengyan didn't have much confidence either.

Li Yan, the Java governor, said it was big or small. The entire Java land, including Batavia, was within Li Yan's jurisdiction, and even those salted fish-like kings had to give Li Yan face.

If this guy came back from killing the barbarians, he would kill Cohen's old barbarian with a knife, wouldn't this negotiation be in vain?

After hearing Li Chengyan's concerns, Li Yan suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Li is worried about the barbarian for nothing.

The Governor Ben and Admiral Nan borrowed several ships and followed the pirates to walk on several small islands in the Mughal Kingdom next to him, but he didn't want Lord Li to misunderstand it."

After listening to Li Yan's explanation, Li Chengyan felt relieved.

As long as it wasn't for no reason that old guy Cohen was killed, no matter how many other barbarians died, it had nothing to do with him.

Nanjuyi simply ordered people to prepare the food and drink again, then sat down again, and started drinking again.

Li Chengyan suddenly remembered the reason why he came to Java to discuss business with the barbarians, so he picked up his glass and smiled and said, "What are the results of Governor Li's clearance of barbarians this time?"

Li Yan smiled and said, "Shang Ke, Shang Ke. It's mainly because the pirates killed more, and this governor was just accompanying him."

Li Yan now secretly hated himself in his heart. It would be fine if he had nothing to do and ran to hang out with the pirates. He even used a knife to cut people, and finally burst into blood.

When the angel arrived, he was chopping people. When the angel negotiated with the barbarian, he was still chopping people. If the angel returned to the capital and sued him, he would have to be scolded.

The key is that you are not as good as those pirate professionals, especially the pirate leader named Li Azi. He cut the most people, but no drop of blood on his body is stuck!

You still have to practice more yourself!

Looking at Li Yan's somewhat annoyed expression, Li Chengyan smiled and said, "Governor Li personally led his troops out to eliminate the barbarians, ensuring that the people of the Ming Dynasty could live and work in peace and contentment. This is a great achievement. After the officials returned to the capital, they must report Governor Li's contribution to the emperor!"

After hearing what Li Chengyan said, Li Yan's heart was a little relieved.

Li Yan knew what kind of personality Emperor Chongzhen was, and he knew that he must have something in Emperor Chongzhen's mind.

To put it more nicely, I can be regarded as a character of Jian Zai Dixin.

Except for the fact that he was bleeding from a person himself, nothing else was nothing. Whether it was the person who cut off the Mughals or mingled with the pirates, it was actually nothing.

Li Chengyan looked at Li Yan's expression and continued, "I wonder if Governor Li has brought back the prisoners when he went to the expedition this time?"

Li Yan was stunned and chuckled again: "The dead barbarians said nothing, they were thrown into the sea by the pirates and fed the fish.

There are probably a thousand surviving barbarians who have already been caught by the pirates and will be sent back to the Governor's Mansion soon. What does Lord Li mean?"

Li Chengyan nodded before smiling and said, "Just catch the people back, I'm afraid that the pirates will kill all the people if they don't do anything.

There are many places where I have to use coolies in the Ming Dynasty. These barbarians are the best coolies, aren’t they?”

Li Yan shook his head gently and said, "When Li Yan was in Japan, he knew that my Ming Dynasty was using barbarians more often.

But compared to the Mughal barbarians, the difference between the Japanese slaves and the people in North Korea is much worse."

Li Chengyan bowed and said, "Want to hear about it?"

Li Yan smiled and said, "Most of the Mughal barbarians regard cows as gods, and this is nothing. After all, even plants, trees and stones in Japan are regarded as gods. These Mughal barbarians are much stronger.

But these people are greedy and lazy, and they are not as good as those of the Japanese slaves when they work, and even more so than those of the people of the Ming Dynasty.

This governor has tried to whip to discipline these bastards, but the effect is very small. No matter how hard they whip, these people still have the lazy temperament and cannot be changed."

Li Chengyan nodded and said, "This is amazing. There are such people. I really don't know how the Mughal monarch endured it.

However, as long as you bring these coolies back to the Ming Dynasty to work, no matter how lazy you are, you will have the Japanese supervisors to deal with them, but it has nothing to do with us.

What Xiaguan had been worried about just now was that Governor Li would kill all the barbarians, and there was nothing left."

After hearing Li Chengyan's words, Li Yan's heart finally put it back in his stomach, and immediately started drinking it again.

...

Cohen's fleet, which was lucky to be suppressed by Li Yan as a barbarian, soon ran back to the new Far East Headquarters of the East India Company.

In fact, if you talk about Far East headquarters, you are basically just bragging about being awesome. If anyone comes to listen, you can only be happy and you are almost here to your hometown. What else can you brag about?

Vilhout Horesten, one of the seventeen gentlemen of the East India Company, has been in charge of the company's Far East Headquarters in the period when Cohen ran to the Batavia negotiations.

Similarly, these messy things have already suppressed the gentleman who is facing retirement and is almost breathless and is already looking forward to Cohen's return early.

After hearing Cohen roughly describe his itinerary and the results of the negotiation, Horesten tightly held the pipe in his hand and took a tight sip, then said, "Are you planning to sell the blessing and longevity cream to the whole world?"

Cohen said naturally: "That's natural. Such a good thing should be sold to the whole world and create more profits for the company."

In the smoke, Horesten pointed at Cohen with the pipe in his hand: "But you never suck the Fushou cream, and you don't let us suck it."

Cohen said: "Of course. If I weren't worried about affecting the sales of Fushou cream, I'd even write a letter to the king, telling him that it would be better to ban the use of Fushou cream throughout the Netherlands."

Horestine asked curiously: "Why? Why does this happen?"

Cohen said: "Although Li didn't say it clearly, nor did he tell me what would happen if he sucked too much Fushou cream, I knew early on that something in their country was to beheaded and involved their family!"

After taking a breath of air, Horesten sighed: "It's so terrible. How did the people of their country endure such cruel rule? Does their emperor really have such great power?"

Cohen sneered: "Gregory VII can punish Heinlich IV, and even let him stand barefoot in the snow for three days, all of which are powers given by God to Gregory.

But in the Ming Dynasty in the Far East, this would not work at all. If any religious leader announced the punishment of His Majesty the Emperor, do you know what the consequences would be?"

Horestine asked curiously: "What are the consequences?"

Cohen sneered: "The consequences are serious. This religion is beaten into an evil religion. Then, everyone in this religion, whether it is a gray-haired old man, a newborn baby, whether it is a high-ranking pope or a bottom-class believer, will be killed.

No matter how many people he would kill, he didn't care whether there were innocent people or not. In short, the majesty of His Majesty of the Emperor was greater than everything. He was the projection of God in the world. The commands he ordered casually were more terrifying than the greatest roar that Zeus could make on Mount Olympus!"

Horestie crossed her chest and sighed, "O God!"

Cohen shook his head and chuckled, "In the Ming Dynasty, the most useful thing is their emperor, not God. Even though God created the world, they do not believe in God. They think that their emperor is the only god in the world and the only correct one."

Horesten exclaimed: "Did no one ever think of resisting the brutal rule of their emperor?"

Cohen smiled and said, "Of course there are, but they are all dead, and the people of the Ming Dynasty also think that their emperor is doing the right thing, so those people should die. Do you think it's very sad?"

Without waiting for Horestino to answer, Cohen naturally said to himself: "Of course, it is not sad. Their emperors now rarely collect taxes from them, and often give them silver coins, clothes, and exquisite food.

Not only that, because of the provocative behavior of the fools in Spain, their emperor sent two fleets to massacre countless Spanish people to avenge his people.

Such an emperor, his people would think he was cruel? He would think of overthrowing him? Don’t joke. If it weren’t for God’s reasons, I would even want to change my nationality.

You know, I can speak the official language of the Ming people, which is a big advantage I have even inquired about this.”

Horestine's hand holding the pipe suddenly became a little trembling, which simply overturned his worldview and outlook on life. It was so terrible!

Cohen ignored Horest Teng, who was almost collapsed, and instead brought the topic back to Fushou Paste: "It was such a powerful emperor who ordered the people under his rule to not absorb Fushou Paste, a magical medicine.

Not only that, this sacred and powerful emperor, who was seen by the Ming people, would also punish the sacred and powerful emperor for beheading the suckers and traffickers and their families. Don’t you think there is any problem here?”

Horestine said: "You mean, what are the disadvantages of Fushou Paste that we don't know?"

After nodding, Cohen said, "Yes, I'm so suspicious. Even now we haven't noticed any harm.

However, during this negotiation, I deliberately cheated Li and found that there were indeed some unaware of the disadvantages.

What I don’t know now is whether this disadvantage is caused by excessive consumption or can be discovered after a long period of time.”

After saying that, Cohen also lit his pipe, spit out a cigarette ring before saying lightly: "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I have ordered people to catch some slaves to do related experiments."

Horestino said: "Then let's settle it. Let's not suck this thing first, but given the profits of this thing, what should be sold is still something to be sold."

With a slight pause, Horestine continued, "Or, we can consider selling these things to those British and Spanish?"

Cohen said for granted: "Of course, who should I sell it to? As long as there is profit, I plan to sell it in the Netherlands, let alone those countries that are hostile to us?"

Horesten also laughed and said, "Of course, God will not forgive me if he puts silver coins indifferent."

...

After receiving the reward from Li Chengyan, Emperor Chongzhen felt a secret sigh of relief.

The Little Glacier, which had just stopped for less than two years, seemed to be starting to show off again, and the entire Ming Dynasty began to experience constant natural disasters.

Of course, there is no way to do this. If it is released, it will be released. Just resist the past. Emperor Chongzhen was not worried about the most important food for resisting natural disasters.

Not to mention the grain in the Changping Warehouse and the reserve warehouse, even if the grain is transported to the affected areas, Emperor Chongzhen is very sure.

After all, the railway that has been paved for several years is not as well-connected as in later generations, but it is not a big problem to bear the burden of material transfer.

At least, the cost is much smaller and the time is much faster than when using manpower.

The only thing that makes people feel upset is the problem of insufficient barbarians.

Even the Minister of Railways Hong Chengchou felt that this problem was disgusting, and even took the Minister of Revenue Guo Yunhou to study it together, intending to see if there was any way to draw a cake for the barbarians without affecting the railway construction process to make them more motivated.

As for those people who wanted to immigrate to Shibian and were temporarily thrown on the railway construction site, Hong Chengchou had no idea about them.

The people who immigrated to the border were also people of the Ming Dynasty and had household registration. It was a big trouble to die for no reason.

So the Japanese slaves who were responsible for supervising the workforce also deliberately avoided these people of the Ming Dynasty and reported their daily assessments to them with great effort and hard work.

In fact, there is nothing unclear about these people, whether it is Emperor Chongzhen, Hong Chengchou and Guo Yunhou, as long as they have been to the railway construction site in person, there is nothing unclear about it.

They are indeed very hard-working, but once they find that there is a dangerous job, these people will run faster than anyone else, including officials and barbarians behind them. What can they do to get ahead of them?
Chapter completed!