The negotiators of Golmo and Bai Sven are still the old faces - Russell from the East India Company. Smith and Cheney from the Merchant Adventure Company. Coward.

Since the conclusion of the last negotiations, the two sides have met informally several times, but have not reached any substantive agreement because of the differences too great. Today's talks are the 17th meeting between the two sides and the fifth formal negotiation in several months.

Before entering the venue, Gao Mo had already found an opportunity to tell Bai Sven the news that Blanco had quietly transmitted.

Bai Swen has been a little confused since he heard the news, why is the British so cunning? How can you be so shameless? How can you 17th-century natives be more cunning and shameless than the great time-travelers? How is this possible? How can it be?!

Bai Sven is a little messy, but what about the pirates of England? Back then, the pirate fleet led by Drake beat the Spaniards like Sun Tzu, and now what is it like this? The shit luck of those people in the Navy is too good! Thinking of what I did some time ago, what will those people in China think of me? Bai Siwen suddenly felt that something was wrong.

However, the negotiations were about to begin, and Bai Siwen tried to adjust his breathing and try to turn his attention to the current negotiations, after all, this is his most important task at this time. Perhaps, after helping Gaumore to get a more favorable peace plan for the East Coast from the British, he should be able to redeem a little of the negative image he had accumulated a while ago.

The lengthy, dreary negotiations began again, with four negotiators from both sides sitting in a spacious sunny room, engaged in a-for-tat war of words.

"East Coasters. There is a limit to our patience. "Russell. Smith smokes a pipe. Squinted at Golmo, he said. "The East India Company is a powerful and established company, and even if we have only a handful of ships, we can drive your navy on the east coast like a lost dog. Do not forget that on the sea, the glory of England has never been tarnished. ”

"Maybe you have a point, but that's all history." Gao Momo rubbed the ceramic teacup in his hand, looked into Smith's eyes, and said meaningfully: "The navy on the east coast has its own pride. Since its inception. Our valiant admirals have never let us down. We defeated the powerful Peruvian fleet of the Spaniards, and in the same way, we feel that you are nothing special about you English, and perhaps the disgrace of the Spaniards is a true reflection of your future. ”

"Really? It's not a good habit to play tricks. Smith took a puff of his cigarette and said with a slight smile: "The pride of the East Coast Navy? The humiliating defeat at the mouth of the Gambia is your pride? With that, Smith and Coward looked at each other.

Coward shrugged his shoulders and complained, "East Coasters, I have long said that the East India Company does not like to negotiate with people who are not sincere. Our conditions have been stated countless times. Here I don't want to repeat it again. Your poor navy—well, if those ships could be called a navy—has been wiped out. There is no doubt about this. If you continue to be obsessed, I think this will be the last negotiation between us. ”

"Surely the Haywood Knight will not agree that this is the last thing to negotiate." Golmo stared into Smith and Coward's eyes and whispered the earth-shattering words, "Knight Heywood and his loyal men are currently being held in prisons in our Eastern Republic, and I think he will be disappointed if you close the door to negotiations." ”

Knight Heywood was the army commander of the British Gambian trading station, which Gaumore had known for a long time. However, he did not know the details of the battle and the results of the battle at the Gambian trading post, only knowing that the British trading post had been destroyed, so he told the lie that the Heywood knights were imprisoned in the country. Anyway, the British can create rumors at will, and it's nothing to tell two lies by yourself.

Unfortunately, he didn't see any unusual changes in the faces of the two Englishmen opposite. Smith and Coward didn't even blink their eyes when they heard the news, as if all they heard was a greeting like "It's a nice day."

"Knight Heywood had gone back to the country of Salisbury for a holiday half a year ago, and I don't think you know that. East Coasters, don't try to deceive us, and don't try to pull things around. The attitude of the East India Company is clear that all other conditions can be negotiated, but we must have the latest textile technology, and I have said this countless times, so do you agree or disagree? Now please give me a positive answer. Smith asked after clearing the ashes from his pipe.

The two old English foxes were so calm and composed, that Golmo couldn't catch up with himself. If Blanco hadn't privately revealed to him the information that it was absolutely impossible to go wrong, then he would have been deceived by these two Englishmen with superb acting skills at this moment. He remembered Blanco's reference to the withdrawal of the Guyana Trading Merchant Company, and the soon-to-be-exiting colonial companies such as the Virginia Company, and the anti-East Coast coalition established by the British may be in danger of crumbling, but you can't tell the slightest clue from the stunned faces of these two old English fellows.

After thinking about it, Gaumo decided not to go around in circles with these two guys anymore. I saw him say clearly: "Mr. Smith, Mr. Coward, on behalf of the East Coast Republic of China, I hereby solemnly reply to your proposal to share textile technology: We do not accept this condition, and we will refuse any negotiations or transactions related to this condition in the future. ”

Hearing that Golmo had so cleanly rejected his own proposal, Smith and the two fell silent. Smith smoked his pipe silently, the smoke from his mouth blurring his face in the sunlight.

"Do you refuse to agree even if you want to continue the war?" Coward said with a blank face, "What if we forgive you the huge war reparations you should have shouldered, will you reconsider your decision?" Listen, East Coasters, this is our bottom line. If you refuse, then it means that you have chosen to continue the war. Now, I'm going to give you five minutes to think about it. Before I finish this bag of tobacco, you still have a little time to change your mind. ”

"Squeak ......" Gao Mo pushed away the chair and stood up with an expression in front of him, and said while packing up the papers: "I'm sorry, I refuse." Textile technology is also our bottom line, and it is a pity that you misjudged the situation and chose to continue the war. Perhaps you will soon realize how stupid this is. Think about it, Englishman, we warned you, but you didn't take it seriously. According to the words of our ancestors, don't say it in advance. Pray for your own fate, English people, and you will pay for your arrogance and deceit. I will also be staying in San Vicente for a few days, but not too long, and if you guys change your mind, you can go through Blanco. Mr. Almeida contacted us. ”

After speaking, Gao Mo strode out of the conference room. Bai Siwen was stunned, then looked at the two Englishmen sitting on the seats smoking pipes, and then followed Gao Mo out of the conference room with a complicated expression.

"It's a game of patience and chips." Gao Mo said to Bai Siwen, who hurriedly followed: "The British East India Company is currently sitting on the crater, and they can all be so calm, so why can't we calm down." And, I believe, the British are running out of chips. Calm down, old white, we can't afford to make the same mistakes as before. Otherwise...... You know what happened, but those people from the military department were looking at us with magnifying glasses. ”

Bai Siwen sighed softly and didn't say anything, his face was as bitter as a bitter melon.

For more than half a month, the two sides did not contact each other again. The two Englishmen still live in the British Mercantile in St. Vicente, and perhaps they need time to communicate with their superiors as well. Together, Gaumo and Bai Sven were hunting with Blanco, or attending some banquets or salons held by the "ladies" in the city, taking the opportunity to mingle with the white and upper-class characters of San Vicente.

This period of boredom lasted until October 10, 1637.

On this day, a shocking news came back to San Vicente: the British East India Company's fleet was suddenly attacked by the navy of the Republic of China on the east coast of China in the northwest sea of the Cape of Good Hope, and the East India Company's fleet, with a total size of sixteen ships, sank an armed merchant ship and two warships on the spot, and the remaining ships escaped from the pursuit of the East Coasters by luck under the cover of night; The next morning, when the British gathered their formation, they found that another heavily damaged armed merchant ship had leaked and sunk the previous night, and all the valuable spices on board had sunk to the icy bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, and the crew had been able to escape in a dinghy.

Gao Mo and Bai Siwen, who have already received the news, are also full of emotion. The naval fleet was truly impressive, and their heroic efforts gave strong support in diplomatic negotiations. It was only at this time that Golmo realized that only the strength of the country and the victory on the battlefield were the most fundamental things. It was too naïve and superficial to think that he would rely on diplomacy to influence national policy. And it's also dangerous, from another point of view, what is the difference between yourself and those soldiers who walk alone?

"Well, it's up to you next. The Navy has given him great support, and if he doesn't knock those two old English foxes well, then he won't be surnamed Gao. Gao Mo thought happily.

Behind him was the lonely figure of Bai Siwen. (To be continued......)