An Jiangchen knew that he must get the contents of the secret deal between Song Seong-eun and Zheng Ying in any case. Otherwise, the situation would be extremely disadvantageous to him.
Although they were all chieftains and had a tacit understanding to advance and retreat together against the central government, in the face of interests, the tacit understanding could go to hell.
This world was a world that paid attention to the law of the jungle. The chieftains were even more so than the Han Dynasty. The Han Dynasty still needed a layer of fig leaf to unify the dynasty, but the chieftains' fists were supreme.
Today, you and I formed an alliance. Tomorrow, I would stab you in the back and kill you. There was no integrity to speak of. It was completely for their own interests. For interests, they could sell everything, including the women around them. There was nothing that they couldn't sell.
Yang Yinglong loved his daughter dearly. He didn't agree to An's and Song's marriage proposals. But if there really appeared a person who was in line with his interests, he would not hesitate to marry his daughter in exchange for interests to make himself stronger.
In short, as long as the interests were enough, there was nothing that a political creature couldn't give up.
An Jiangchen, who knew this truth well, had been up and down in this kind of conspiracy for decades. He had long been a living cold-blooded political creature. He would not believe in the tacit understanding to deal with the Han people together. As long as the interests were enough, Song Seong-eun would never stand with him again.
And the central government of the Daqin did have the qualification to give the Song enterprise this interest. Not to mention other things, they could change Bozhou to the Song enterprise on the surface. But secretly, they could continue to give the mines, pastures, farms and other things in the hands of Yang Yinglong to the Song enterprise. What was the difference between this and supporting another Yang Yinglong?
The so-called interests were these local industries and taxes, weren't they? If these things were obtained by Song Seong-eun, wouldn't the Song enterprise be the next Yang enterprise?
Then why did he send troops to crusade against Yang Yinglong with the Qin Army from afar?
He wanted to get angry, but he dared not. And at present, the commander-in-chief of the Qin Army didn't say that these things couldn't be given to them. The commander-in-chief of the Qin Army said that they would wait for the emperor's edict to divide the interests. No one knew what they could get.
Although An Jiangchen was sure that Zheng Ying and Song Seong-eun had divided the profits, did he have any evidence?
If he spoke nonsense without any evidence, Zheng Ying could easily charge him with the crime of disrespect. He didn't even have to say anything. When the time came, he would even lose the benefits that he originally could have received.
The others would definitely be more than willing to add insult to injury.
The people of the five divisions and seven families were not of the same system as them. They were originally retainers of the Yang Consortium, so it was only natural that they wanted to obtain the Yang Consortium's benefits. He and Song Seong-eun were outsiders, so it was reasonable that they could not obtain any benefits.
But now the key is that Song Seong-eun has the support of Zheng Ying, so it is very likely that he will get a cup of soup full of meat. No matter how he thinks about it, he is the only one who has neither the righteous title nor the support of the Qin Army, so he is in a very awkward situation.
Whether he can get the soup or not is a problem, let alone the meat.
He also tried to find Zheng Ying, but Zheng Ying was vague. He went to find Qi Dayong, who followed Qi Dayong all the way, but his subordinates said that Qi Dayong went out to hunt, and they didn't know when he would come back.
Hunting? You went out to hunt in the winter? Who are you kidding!
There is no way out in any way. The more An Jiangchen thought about it, the more anxious he became. He could only go to Song Seong-eun and have a showdown.
This time, Song Seong-eun did not hide from An Jiangchen. Instead, he received him generously and took out good wine and meat to entertain him.
"These are the good wine that Zheng Shuai gave me, as well as the good wine that has been brewed for five or ten years. Come on, don't be polite. Drink more."
Song Seong-eun personally poured wine for An Jiangchen with a smile on his face.
Although there was no loss of etiquette, An Jiangchen always felt that Song Seong-eun was showing off something, which made him very unhappy.
"Chengen, our two families have been friends for generations. Although we are not of one heart, we have advanced and retreated together. Do you admit it?"
An Jiangchen first wanted to lay a foundation for this conversation.
"Of course I admit it. This is the truth. I have always been very sure."
"In that case, shouldn't we not hide things from each other and be honest with each other?"
An Jiangchen continued to ask.
Song Seong-eun smiled.
"Uncle An, your words are too much. Although we advance and retreat together, some things still need to be said clearly. After all, we do not have the same surname, and we are not a family. An and Song cannot be written with one stroke. Uncle An, it is better for you not to say such things."
An Jiangchen pursed his lips.
This bastard!
"Alright, Uncle An has said too much. Let's not talk about this. Chengen, this time, you and I sent troops to suppress Yang Yinglong. You and I both know the reason, right?"
"Of course."
Song Seong-eun hurriedly nodded. "For the everlasting stability of the Daqin, to show my loyalty to the Daqin Emperor."
"Chengen, at a time like this, you are still saying such polite words? There are only the two of us here! "
An Jiangchen was a little impatient. "You know that this is not all I want to ask!"
Song Seong-eun looked innocent and said, "What does Uncle An want to ask? Please speak clearly. Chengen is slow-witted and does not know what Uncle An wants to ask. "
An Jiangchen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging zhenqi in his body.
"Chengen, the night before yesterday, Zheng Shuai asked you to stay behind alone. What did you talk about?"
An Jiangchen planned to lay his cards on the table.
Song Seong-eun laughed in his heart and said, "Uncle An, why don't you tell me earlier? It's not a big deal. Zheng Shuai asked me to stay because he wanted to ask me about the casualties in our army. Zheng Shuai said that our troops had contributed a lot in this battle and suffered a lot of casualties. Zheng Shuai saw it and was willing to fight for some compensation for our troops. He asked me for the specific number. "
"That's all?"
An Jiangchen did not believe it.
"Of course. Otherwise? What else would Zheng Shuai say to me? "
Song Seong-eun had enough patience to deal with An Jiangchen.
An Jiangchen took a deep breath.
"Chengen, I have been friends with your Song enterprise for so many years. Why do you hide it from me? Don't you think you are too much? Our friendship for so many years is not as good as the friendship with Xiao Qin for a month. "
"Uncle An."
Song Seong-eun raised his glass. "At this time, why are you still talking about friendship? What's the point of friendship? "
Looking at Song Seong-eun's weird smile, An Jiangchen also knew that he should not continue to play the emotional card. Two political animals were meaningless.
"Well, I'll tell you the truth. Chengen, what benefits does Zheng Ying want to give you? Is it worth keeping secrets for him?"
Hearing this, Song Seong-eun smiled with satisfaction.
The elders in his family repeatedly exhorted him to be careful of An Jiangchen, the old fox, before he set off. This person was deep in thought and could kill people without leaving a trace. He was very terrible. They told him to stay as far away from him as possible and not to have any communication with him. It was very dangerous.
However, Song Seong-eun was not easy to deal with. He stood out from so many children and became the leader of this generation. Naturally, he was not a useless playboy.
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