Maybe even Ma Dajun himself didn't expect that one day he would be able to experience what it was like to be a diplomat once.

On his first night in Delhi, he had no idea how many requests he had received to see him.

"Vog, sit down."

Looking at the respectful man kneeling on the ground not far away, Ma Dajun chuckled lightly and stretched out his hand.

"Ben Shuai is not a man-eating tiger, so there is no need to be restrained."

The man who was called Voge kowtowed and thanked him, and did not sit down after getting up, but first took out a brocade box from his arms and presented it: "It's just a small gift, not a respect, and I hope the marshal will accept it with a smile." ”

The brocade box was opened, and there was a gorgeous and brilliant gemstone necklace lying quietly inside, which was worth a lot of money at a glance.

Casually closing the brocade box, Ma Dajun threw it back again, and smiled at the stunned Voge.

"My Ming Dynasty's military discipline and national law are strict, your gift is too valuable, if I accept it, my head will be moved."

Seeing Voge's face in disbelief, Ma Dajun didn't bother to explain more to him, and said straight to the point.

"If you can avoid these false courtesies, you can tell Ben Shuai Ming if you have anything."

Vog, who had never had close contact with Ma Dajun, suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, it seems that this marshal of the Ming Dynasty does not have any fights, and he is still very easy to get along with.

Vog, who was a lot more down-to-earth, cheered up and said with a flattering smile.

"I heard that the marshal will go north to Panipat tomorrow, but as soon as the marshal leaves, the defense task of Delhi will be crucial, and more importantly, there must be reliable people to provide logistical support for the marshal, so I think that a Delhi governor should be set up?"

He was not greedy, and did not dare to open his mouth to speak of the whole of India, but only mentioned one Delhi first.

Ma Dajun raised his eyebrows and nodded with interest.

"Well, go on."

"I discussed it with a few companions, and I was willing to take out 200,000 taels of gold to fund your country's military expenses."

India has the reputation of being a gold country, and is recognized as the world's largest gold reserve country.

"Less."

As soon as Ma Dajun opened his mouth, he directly bargained: "Our army attacked Delhi, and nearly 10,000 shells were fired alone, and His Majesty the Emperor of our country once said that when the cannon sounds, there are 10,000 taels of gold, you calculate, a cannon is 10,000 taels, and more than 300 guns are how much it is." ”

Is there such a reckoning?

Vog was a little dumbfounded, and then shook his head and cried poorly: "Marshal, even if you put us in the pile and throw it in the oil pan to fry, you can't make up three million taels of gold." ”

With the current exchange system of the Ming Dynasty, 3 million gold is almost equivalent to 50 million silver, and as soon as this huge hard currency reserve is put into the treasury, the bank can print money at full power, not to mention that all the military expenses for this expedition to the southwest will be returned, at least it can earn several times more.

"If you can't get three million, you can get two million."

Ma Dajun said with a smile: "As long as you want, Ben Shuai has a more cost-effective deal here." ”

What's the point of just buying and selling one Delhi?

As soon as Voge's eyes lit up when he said this, the whole person became excited.

"Dare to ask the marshal, what kind of deal is it."

Ma Dajun smiled without saying a word, and looked directly at Vog, who gritted his teeth.

"Two million is two million, and this gold will be raised for the marshal in the next three months."

Seeing that Vog had come down, Ma Dajun nodded contentedly and said, "For example, the whole of India." ”

All of India!

Vog swallowed a mouthful of saliva fiercely, and before Ma Dajun could speak, he had already taken the initiative to quote the price.

"Ten million taels, gold!"

This is definitely a super sky-high price, Vog calculated in his heart, this figure, he will need at least three to five years to mine.

According to the international gold reserve report, India's gold reserves are 25,000 tons, which is equivalent to 500 million taels, but in fact, even in later generations, India's national reserves are only 600 tons.

More of the number is concentrated in the folk, this is the folk custom, Indians like gold jewelry, Vaishyas and Kshatriya two classes, which family is married, the girl is embarrassed to go out without wearing a gold jewelry weighing dozens of pounds.

Not to mention the most gold-consuming Brahmins, as long as they repair the statues of gods, they will cost thousands of catties each time.

The geographical advantages of the Ming Dynasty now seem to be so unique.

India is short of gold, and Japan is short of silver.

"Sell India, I don't want money."

Ma Dajun smiled and refused the sky-high ransom, but got up and walked to the bed and took out a letter of order.

"This is written by His Majesty the Emperor of our country before Ben Shuai came, you don't know the script of my Celestial Empire, Ben Shuai will roughly tell you, what I want in the Ming Dynasty is taxes."

Taxes are all that is produced in this land of India!

Vog subconsciously wanted to refuse, but at this time, Ma Dajun's eyes became cold just right.

The murderous aura that was so thick that it was almost substantial made Voge's legs and stomach weak, and he knelt directly on the ground.

"Our Emperor His Majesty is merciful, and the holy oracle says that in the future, India's grain tax and gold, silver, mines, and coal will be levied at 70% each."

Seven out of ten taxes!

What kind of mercy is this? This is even worse than what the North Delhi Sultanate has received.

Vog craned his neck in horror and shook his head silently, expressing to Ma Dajun the impracticality of this approach.

But, is it really unrealistic?

John Bull's eighteenth-century East India Company reported that in India, the East India Company, in conjunction with the governors and agents of the Indian states, collected eighty percent of the grain tax and one hundred percent of the gold tax.

That is to say, all the people of India have become slaves of John Niu, and each hundred catties of grain must be handed over to John Niu's own 80 catties, and precious metals such as gold and silver are fully transported back to the base camp, and those who dare to leave privately will be shot directly once discovered.

That year was the middle of Qianlong.

John Niu's local grain tax is ten taxes and two, and the tax of the Qing Dynasty will never be increased because of Kangxi's sentence, and the proportion fluctuates around ten taxes and one, but the harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes are increased every year, and it is also during that period that there is a slogan called long live for ten thousand taxes.

"Don't worry."

Ma Dajun smiled and helped up Vog, and said lightly: "This seventy percent, I Ming is not all taken, seventy percent, I Ming only take eighty percent, the remaining two percent, whoever is the governor of India will take one percent, and the last one percent will be equally distributed to the local governors of each state." ”

Vog immediately began to calculate frantically.

The governor takes seventy percent of one, that is, one hundred and seven, which does not seem to be much, but this money is all into his personal pocket, and after twenty years, it is also a family fortune, and he is extremely rich.

A country's hundred and seven is many times more than being a big landlord.

This calculation may not be unacceptable.

Seeing Voge's heartbeat, Ma Dajun smiled even more happily.

In the matter of India, the emperor explained very clearly, that is, to win-win cooperation!