Chapter 812: The Ninth Update!
Wang Chong was dazed. Correct, each person's fate was decided by themselves. Unlike him, Xu Yi-qin did not know what would happen in the future, but everything she had said was spot on. Whether he was there or not, that prince's fate would be the same. In comparison, whatever he did would have no effect on him.
Just like Xu Yi-qin had said, one's fate was decided by oneself.
"Haha, okay, let's not talk about this matter. Let's talk about the Western Regions. Only you can resolve this matter. In addition, I hope that you can handle the Turkic horse merchant, Hulayeg. We've just finished the first batch, and we still have a few more to come. In addition, Sindhu's Hyderabad should also be handled for me. We've spent most of the silver in the City of Steel, so we can only think of other ways to deal with warhorses. "
Wang Chong said.
"Haha, in truth, it's far from that troublesome. If you're short on money, you can just sell that City of Steel at the triangular gap to the country, or you can build another City of Steel in the adjacent area and sell it to the Imperial Court. Right now, only you have the technology to build a City of Steel. And if you can build a base on the plateau and keep the Ouzan out, I'm confident that the officials of the Imperial Court, the Bureau of Revenue, and the Bureau of Personnel will be happy to buy it, no matter how much it costs. "
Xu Yi-qin brightly smiled, her expression exuding an aura of ease and confidence, as if there was nothing in the world that could stump her.
"Buy a city?"
Wang Chong's eyes brightened as he turned his head. Although he knew that Xu Yi-qin would be the famed Queen of Logistics in her last life, Wang Chong had never imagined that her mind would be so vast as to think of such a method. In the Tang dynasty, the backward construction methods made the construction of a city extremely time-consuming and laborious, and even after a massive price had been paid, the city would often look like nothing.
In comparison, Wang Chong's City of Steel seemed to cost a great deal, but compared to a city of the same size, it actually saved a great deal of time and effort. Most importantly, the defensive capabilities of the City of Steel were unmatched by any other city. This was precisely what the officials of the Imperial Court needed.
"In truth, it's not just that. Since you can negotiate with the Sindhi and become their sole agent in the Central Plains, why can't you use the same method on your City of Steel? And if you're worried that they'll learn the technology of your City of Steel, you can also use it after it's completed, you can just pour some metal over the walls, weld them together, and then burn the blueprints. The people of the Western Regions aren't as clever and skilled as the Han. Even if they have a blueprint, they might not know how. Furthermore, without the support of such a huge steel output, it would be useless to know the secret. "
"Dynasty Dynasty Updated Steel One Update," Her Light, Two, "Four," I Dynasty Dynasty Has Two Chuan Ming Two. " Light flowed through her eyes, revealing a boundless intelligence and wisdom, as well as a profundity that seemed to be able to see through all things.
"… But the Western Regions are different. The land here is barren, and many places are made of rock. Your City of Steel will be of great use here. In addition, the countries of the Western Regions are extremely wealthy, with all kinds of gems, pearls, and agates. No matter how much you ask, I'm confident that they will buy. Not only that, it's not just the countries of the Western Regions that need a City of Steel, but also Sindhu. You don't have to use gold to trade for goods. You can build a City of Steel for Hyderabad's WuZi Steel, and I'm confident that they will be very willing to accept it. And I believe that they will be very happy to accept it. After all, I heard that Sindhu is often attacked by other countries. This way, your trade will be even more long-term. "
"Haha, good! As expected of a talented woman of our Tang Dynasty, the future Empress of Logistics. I'll leave everything to you. "
Wang Chong looked at Xu Yi-qin, his eyes growing brighter and brighter. In the end, he couldn't help but heartily laugh.
… …
Time slowly passed. Other than Wang Chong and The King of Song, no one else knew what was happening in the capital. A few days later, at night, a figure staggered out of the western gate of the Imperial Palace. He seemed to be a bit drunk. Under the illumination of the lantern behind him, the lanky figure drew a long shadow on the ground.
"Come, another cup! Fill it up! Fill it up again … "
In the distance, one could hear that person muttering to himself in words that only he could hear. If one looked carefully, one would see that this person was wearing an official's hat, and his cheeks were red. He was clearly drunk.
"The Lower Prime Festival. Come, everyone, a toast to His Highness."
As the weather grew colder, the number of people on the streets dwindled. Only two or three people were walking on the normally bustling streets. But even so, white steam was rising from the houses on both sides of the street, and the steam was suffused with the fragrance of cabbage and meat stuffing. The fifteenth day of the tenth month was the Lower Prime Festival. It was a day when the common people offered sacrifices to their ancestors and the Three Great Emperors.
On this day, all the markets would end early, and the common people would return home to eat cabbage and meat dumplings and offer sacrifices to their ancestors.
"Eh, isn't that Lord Yang the Left Servant?"
Suddenly, the rumbling of a carriage came from the street. On the street, the drunken man raised his head and saw that a carriage with embroidered purple curtains had at some point stopped next to him. The curtain of the carriage was parted, and a middle-aged man wearing an official's hat poked his head out.
Although he was dressed in casual clothes, his every movement exuded the prestige of an official that ordinary people did not possess.
"Lord Xia? Why are you here? "
Yang Chao hiccupped, his eyes hazy from his drunkenness. He recognized him at a glance.
"Lord Yang, it's such a cold day. Why are you here alone? Come, come, come. Everyone's here except for you. Hurry up and get in! "
Xia Yeshu called out from the carriage.
Yang Chao was drunk, and just as he was about to refuse, a hand suddenly reached out from the carriage and pulled him into the carriage. "Go," Yang Chao heard someone call in his ear, and then the carriage began to move forward.
Yang Chao was a little drunk, and did not pay attention to where the carriage passed or where it ended up. He only remembered that when the carriage stopped, two figures, one on the left and one on the right, took him out of the carriage and brought him into the restaurant.
In contrast to the cold outside, the restaurant was steaming hot, like a warm spring day. Inside the restaurant, there were long tables about two feet and four inches long. The tables were made of the best quality sandalwood, and they were painted with a layer of varnish to preserve the original texture of the sandalwood. They emitted a refreshing woody fragrance.
On both sides of the tables, white mist curled around them. Many figures, either wearing a hat or casual clothes, sat casually at the tables. The tables were filled with steaming hot food and wine. When Yang Chao entered, everyone had clearly been drinking for a while. He did not look closely, and under Xia Yeshu's guidance, he found a random seat and sat down.
To the side, someone had already handed him a wine cup, chopsticks, and plate. Another person had picked up a wine pot and poured him a full cup.
"Lord Yang, my apologies. Lord Cao and Lord Zhang have also arrived. I'll go give them a toast."
Xia Yeshu's familiar voice came from far away. Yang Chao smiled and waved his hand, picking up the wine cup on the table and draining it in one gulp, not minding it at all.
"Go on, go on!"
Yang Chao was in high spirits, and with the warm atmosphere of the restaurant, he was unconsciously influenced by the sounds of people toasting each other. He simply picked up the wine cup on the table and drank by himself, enjoying himself.
"Let me tell you, that Fourth Prince is too impudent. The Imperial Palace forbids riding horses, but he actually rode a horse onto the official road …"
After an unknown amount of time, just as Yang Chao was in the middle of drinking, a drunken voice suddenly came from another corner of the restaurant. The voice was incomparably loud, and it carried a hint of resentment.
Fourth Prince?
Yang Chao hiccupped, immediately noticing this voice. It was very familiar. He had a vague impression that it belonged to a minor official in the Bureau of Economic Affairs. However, that person was still talking loudly and cursing.
"So what if he's a prince? A prince looks down on people! That horse didn't even look at me and almost stepped on me! "
The person cursed and hiccupped, appearing to be even more drunk than Yang Chao. Someone beside him seemed to be trying to dissuade him, but that person was unrelenting, continuing to speak as if he didn't know what he was saying.
"Although every prince has a chance of inheriting the throne, someone like him won't be able to ascend to the throne even in several lifetimes. Riding a horse in the Imperial Palace, does he think he's a Turk? Pah! "
"Buzz!"
The noisy restaurant instantly quieted down, and everyone turned to look at that drunken official.
"Just which official is this? He's too impudent. "
Hearing that person's cursing, Yang Chao didn't know why, but he felt waves of anger.
He searched through his memories and faintly remembered something. Zhou Cheng, a clerk of the Bureau of Economic Affairs, a small official the size of a mung bean. He had once been a minister counsellor in the Ministry of Revenue, but later on he had been depressed and frustrated in the bureaucracy. He was demoted from minister counsellor to secretary of the Bureau of Economic Affairs, becoming a minor official in charge of keeping records of officials entering and leaving the Bureau of Economic Affairs.
But that Zhou Cheng seemed to be very drunk, and all of his depression and frustration were being shouted out in this situation. And his words were becoming more and more excessive.
"There's a rumor in the palace that the Fourth Prince has Turkic blood in him. In my opinion, he's a descendant of the Hu. Riding a horse in the palace, and riding on the official roads. With this kind of conduct, which idiot in or out of the court would support him? Tomorrow I'll tell His Majesty that he'll never be able to sit on the throne! "
Zhou Cheng scolded.
"Impudent!"
The more Yang Chao heard, the angrier he became. Finally, he couldn't help but slam the table and stand up, cursing.
"A lowly clerk of the Bureau of Economic Affairs dares to boast so shamelessly. Is the Fourth Prince someone you can slander? The Fourth Prince is wise and mighty, so why can't he be the Emperor? Even if you don't support him, there will naturally be others who will support him, and there will be many, many people who will support him. "
Yang Chao became more and more impatient as he spoke, his drunken face growing redder and redder. He paused, then drained the wine in his hand.
"Pah! Who will support him? Just you, Yang Chao? Can you say it? Can you say it? Let me tell you, the Fourth Prince isn't fit to be a prince, and he has no right to inherit the throne and become the Emperor! "
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