Although there are only a few dozen people in Shazhou Telecom's village Netcom users at present, the activity of customers is generally very high, and everyone seems to have returned to the familiar life overnight.

It turns out that in a familiar mode, most people are still sane. After seeing the top post that day, everyone quickly understood the spirit - whether it was a chairman who put it on the top or a group of high-level people who liked it in seconds, this kind of behavior similar to "ventriloquism" was familiar and acceptable through everyone, and the contradiction was successfully controlled in a smooth curve and was successfully resolved.

Just imagine: everyone is suddenly summoned for a meeting that resembles a critique, the people on the stage are splashing with saliva, most of the audience have never been qualified to participate in a political dumping meeting, and the losers who can't understand the hidden expressions and gestures are stunned..... This will certainly not work very well.

From the day it was formed, the company was a standard political and economic group, and the name company was just a façade, and the starting point of all decisions and meetings was politics.

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When the turmoil passed a few days and found that the company's order had been restored to a satisfactory level, Lao Xia posted a pinned post again: soliciting a brief description of the origin of the force (the adopter sent a box of Yellow Crane Tower).

While complaining that this old genealogy is quite big, they began to tweet the village, and at the same time racked their brains to write jokes - Yellow Crane Tower has already reached the level of analogy with Huanghua girls in the majority, and this cannot be let go.

The early traversers basically carried their own luggage. As the number of people increased, the space was tight, and many of the later crossers did not bring personal luggage. But it's unfair – some people can only watch others smoke? Therefore, when I was in Hangzhou, I reissued my luggage once: each person was limited to half a cubic meter, and the same will be done for future travelers.

There is a big loophole in the middle, who? Summer beggar.

Xia beggar was the first to be crossed, belonging to the bare-ass crossing, and he didn't bring anything. However, before the second wave of crossers came to Hangzhou, there was no account of the supermarket groceries that Cao Chuan bought in the backyard of Tangzhuang. So when the company took inventory for the first time, Xia beggar pointed out with foresight: there is a wall of groceries that are his personal belongings......

Today, when the smokers of the adults are cheating and smoking without dignity, the reason why Xia beggar can still take out a box of yellow crane towers to carry out prize quiz activities is related.

Of course, the Yellow Crane Tower is not so easy to earn, and this topic has requirements: to make people outside the Ming Kingdom, such as the book, think that the crossing is a noble person from the Ming Dynasty, and this is the best cover at this stage. And then this explanation has to make the genuine Mingren feel plausible, so that he can shirk and turn his face in the future.

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Half a month after the fall of the Merchant House, Johannes van der Hagen finally entered the familiar governor's mansion again. His time under house arrest did not make him too emaciated, and the East India Company clerk from the small town of Zeeland had a keen sense of observation that matched the demands of his profession.

The first two days of his captivity may have been a bit of panic, but after a few days of free observation, Van der Hagen was already certain that he would be able to return to his home in Zeeland in the future—that it was not the barbarians who had occupied the Merchant House.

A small number of high-ranking VOC employees were allowed to live inside the mall and were exempt from servitude. As long as the sun allows, basking in the sun on the playground at the entrance will not be blocked. The occupiers are usually busy, the two sides do not speak the same language, and Cai, who is the only person in charge of communicating with them, rarely appears.

After being led to the door of the mansion by a tall soldier with a strange firearm, Van der Hagen knew that his long-awaited negotiations had arrived.

The familiar mansion has long since been unrecognizable, and now it is crowded and cluttered with several sets of tables and chairs. Strange things were placed on the wooden table: including a palm-sized strip of glass with an iron plate on the back; Larger ones are also placed on the table with folded iron plates painted with beautiful fuchsia or silvery-white lacquer.

These strange things, as well as the large, blue glass panes that had been placed on the roof the previous day to shock everyone, made Van der Hagen even more aware of this mysterious force: they must have glass factories and have mastered glass production technology far beyond that of Europe.

In his thoughts, he had already reached the end of the mansion, and unexpectedly saw Cai waving to him in the corner. Van der Hagen approached and took off his hat and bowed, Cai Feiming nodded and stretched out his hand to invite the Dutch to sit down.

This corner once housed a wooden cabinet with muskets and belts, but now that they are missing, the corner has been transformed into a small conversation room with a circle of chairs.

"Fan." Cai Feiming handed over the cigarette and said, "I have been authorized to start a certain degree of 'communication' with you from today onwards." ”

"Until then, can I have the privilege of knowing what kind of force the gentleman I'm talking to belongs to?" Van der Hagen politely rejected the tobacco handed over: "This question has puzzled me for a long time. ”

"Hehehe." Cai Feiming smiled, and the smoke slowly exhaled from his mouth made his face look a little hazy: "In the far northwest border of the Ming Kingdom, there is a piece of land occupied by high mountains, and the name of this land is 'Kunlun', and we come from there. From now on, you can call us 'Kunlun people'."

"Wow, although this sounds ...... 'magical', but, okay, can I consider you to be a subject of Emperor Ming's subordinates?"

"The power that has the right to inherit the empire." Cai Feiming flicked the cigarette ash, and then said solemnly: "Our king is the heir of an ancient power who has a definite inheritance to the Ming Empire, although at some point, the current imperial government will be vague about this. ”

"I think I understand." - Van der Hagen has made things clear again.

A group of late nobles who had been exiled to the frontier during the change of dynasty were supposed to have a prince of dubious blood, perhaps an illegitimate child: this can easily be guessed from Cai's constant emphasis on the declaration of inheritance.

Now that their descendants have migrated and occupied Dayuan for some reason, these so-called "Kunlun people" must be rebels! They hide their bitter hatred for the Ming Emperor, and they pretend not to care, but in fact they are desperate to reach an agreement with all foreign forces in order to build their business network and support their great cause of restoration with rolling gold coins! Yes, it must be so, Van der Hagen thought, touching his chin.

"So, Cai, our official topic today should be to negotiate the return of the great East India Company's property and compensation for the damages, right?" After figuring out the situation, Van der Hagen's blue eyes sparkled, staring at Cai Feiming and said slowly.