Zhu Chenggong was bored, sitting on the throne in the hall that was said to have been ordered by Dolgon himself, with a smug look on his face:

Although I have not yet heard the summary report of the "shopkeeper", as long as these account books can be found out by torture, they can quickly grasp at least 10 million taels of silver deposits in Nanjing, and more or less, the Zheng family can also obtain greater long-term commercial benefits: for a long time, the Zheng family, as the overlord of the East Asian sea, needs to cooperate with silk merchants in Jiangsu and Zhejiang to obtain a source of goods. If the tentacles of the Zheng family could directly penetrate into the production areas of important goods such as silk, they would be able to completely monopolize the trade of the East Asian continent with Japan, Luzon, and the red-haired people (before that, the Zheng family also had to issue order flags to the ships of other maritime merchants, which was actually a fixed tax imposed on itself). Even if the business system needs to be re-established, Zhu Chenggong has the confidence to directly blast it with a bird gun and a spear.

Once the whole link from production to transportation is controlled, then the vast ocean is the inner library of the Minwang Mansion. Huguang Keding, Nanzhi, Zhejiang, Jiangxi... The current imperial court only keeps a few counties in Yunnan, and maybe, it can do it again... No, no, no...!

Forced himself to suppress the impulse of "great rebellion", and Zhu Chenggong, who was a maritime businessman, continued to think about this money bag.

Looking at the chart hanging on the wall that flowed out of the red-haired people and explored by many sailors with their lives, Zhu Chenggong's anxiety about Yangzhou was somewhat dispelled: fighting is making money, if the income of the Min Wangfu can exceed 30 million taels, then it will be difficult for Dongyu, who only has 10 million taels of wealth, to organize a second such battle, even if Donglu has strong field combat ability, it is no problem to think of a Jin Song pattern.

"Lord Wang, this is the West Lake Longjing produced in Hangzhou."

A eunuch lowered his body and made Zhu Chenggong a small cup of Longjing tea. On the bumpy sea, you can't drink tea with such a fragile and spillable cup. Only on the ground that will not be bumpy can there be this leisure to enjoy the best tea in the world.

Feeling the sense of security brought by the ground that would not tremble, Zhu Chenggong took a sip of tea.

"Huh?" Zhu Chenggong vaguely heard something, and with a wave of his hand, the exquisite little tea bowl fell on the stall, and the hot tea soaked into the fluff.

The internal officials who were waiting beside him were so frightened that they knelt down and kept kowtowing to confess, but Zhu Chenggong did not accuse him, "Go, let the king's chief of guard lead the team." ”

Zhu Chenggong felt a chill on his back, and felt the sound of whirring knife wind, he suddenly turned over and took out a carved handcuff that could be loaded at any time from under the chair, and saw that the back door had not yet been breached, and dragged out the short knife and a set of simple Nanban armor that he carried every day, quickly put on the shiny Nanban cuirass, and called the two soldiers guarding the door in Portuguese to protect himself. Most of these soldiers with black skin like charcoal do not understand Chinese, and some of them only know Hokkien, and they are absolutely loyal to their existence in the city of Nanjing.

Several horns sounded, and the two guards scattered everywhere, Fan Bing and Min Bing, quickly assembled in the direction of the sound of the horn with short guns and waist knives. In the cramped palace, these two weapons are best suited for combat.

As soon as Zhu Chenggong left with his front foot, he was killed in the dormitory with his back foot, and the gang killed people when they saw them, so frightened that the eunuchs and maids scattered. After expelling everyone in the dormitory, several people blocked the two gates and carefully searched the entire dormitory, but they didn't even see a single hair of Zhu Chenggong.

"Stupid, this pirate ran through the front door!"

"Are you afraid that your brain is full of fat powder water? Can Zheng Yi obediently wait for death here? ”

"Come back, chase me forward!"

After a period of noisy Xiajiang officials who seemed abrupt in the palace of King Min, the dormitory became even more chaotic, and a few crazy people actually wanted to take their belongings, but they were stopped by people holding knives and drinking: "You have no eyesight, even if your home is not wide, can you take the things here?" So much love money, right here, give it to our royal highness? ”。

"If he wants to die, he will go, and he will rush out with me and chop Zheng Yi directly! Otherwise, we'll all finish the ball! ”

In front of the main house is a flat ground similar to a small square, hearing that they are going to rush into the open field, some people cowered and got up, this kind of high on all sides, low in the middle, is really an excellent place for long-range weapons to play, rush in, isn't it going to be beaten into a lighter?

Seeing those cowering guys, the few people who shouted were angry: If you don't run out now, can you always be safe?

"Joke, if you don't hurry up, when those black soldiers come, do you still want to fly with wings?" After saying that, he didn't care about them anymore, and rushed out with his weapons in his hand.

It seemed that this was a cover for the cowards' death, but in reality it was not, the gang had never seen the firing of flintlock pistols, and it was not impossible to break through the guards' lines with the frequency of arquebuses.

However, these people have four books and five classics, power struggles, and oppression of small people, but there is no such "end karma" as technological innovation.

Since Zhu Chenggong got the flintlock gun carried by the Jinyi guard, he copied some for the guard troops, and by this time, the three thousand personal soldiers of King Min had already achieved two people and one flintlock gun. Long iron barrels poked through window paper from all over the place, and they were named one by one at a distance of about ten paces.

The rate of fire like a storm was unbelievable, and many of them stared wide before they died, interpreting the truth of "no culture, it's terrible" with their lives.

Seeing that this assassination turned into a massacre, a little fear on Zhu Chenggong's back disappeared in an instant, and he even grabbed the reed wheel gun that was specially made for him by the craftsman, and personally shot and killed a person, and the blood of satisfaction flowed together and slowly flowed into the open ditch drainage channel in the square.

More and more guards rushed to the house, ran out of the house and went out into the open space, raised the fire and fired a volley, but the white smoke had not yet dissipated. They threw away their guns and changed their swords to go up and slash and kill, and most of their companions disappeared in an instant, making the assassins completely unable to resist, and one by one they became living grass targets for practicing cold weapons.

The soldiers around King Min shrewdly let his subordinates leave several live mouths, and carefully handled the injuries on the live mouth's body into the kind that did not affect speech--- of course, the limbs did not want to move.

These people have survived a hundred battles, and naturally know how to deal with the captives. After a few strokes, he pried open the captive's mouth, called a clerk to hastily write down the confession, and sent the general manager to Zhu Chenggong in person.

Others, by contrast, were more clever, taking advantage of their companions' onboard charges, finding a way to climb over the low wall without using a human ladder and disappear from the guards' sight for a moment. The sound of the guns gradually subsided, and the men finally touched the base of the last wall......

But this wall is insurmountable: the smooth wall is nearly two feet high, there is no point of focus on it, and these rich children are not acrobats, so they can't make the ladder so high. There was no paper map of the Min Palace, and they didn't know where they were, and they were burning like headless flies, stomping the stone road under their feet to make a sound of kicking.