"See, my soldiers, look at these Westerners, see their faces clearly, why am I able to do this today? And they only dared to stand there and tremble. That's because peace does not depend on the mouthful of benevolence and morality, but on the swords and guns in our hands.

Soldiers, remember my words and engrave them deep in your bones and souls, for the tracks of chariots are our borders, the tracks of warships are our seas, the flying bullets are our morality, and the shining bayonets are our truth.

That's right, you have to keep in mind the truth of this age, which is might! This is Liang Pengfei standing in front of the blood and headless corpses all over the ground, preaching to his subordinates and soldiers the truth of this era, that is, power!

"Power is truth...... Wu Qianjin clenched his fists fiercely, and responded in a deep voice.

"Power is the truth......" Ni Ming and Sun Shijie glanced at each other, and they both saw the sense of recognition of this sentence in each other's eyes, yes, benevolence, righteousness and morality really work, and it is impossible for Liang Pengfei to stand here so arrogantly wielding a knife and gun. Look at the performance of the Europeans, without the sharp guns, without the strength of the men who are strong enough to make them afraid, then it will not be the groveling of these people who will be here today, but their artillery and bayonets.

You know, a few months ago, it was in this land that these Westerners did not use benevolence, righteousness and morality, nor did they use the Four Books and Five Classics, they relied on powerful warships and sharp guns to knock on the door of the Qing court.

The terrifying figure roaring with the three-edged bayonet that was still flowing with blood became a dark cloud that could never be erased in the hearts of these people and a nightmare that often woke them from their sleep.

"Perhaps only Satan, who even God cannot destroy and walks in the boundless darkness of hell, can become his opponent." This is a classic comment from Macartney's own narrative, although it contains too much fear and hatred.

"If I had to choose an opponent, I'd rather choose the devil than have anything to do with this guy." When Groening left the mainland, he expressed his feelings to his subordinate Van Persie.

"May God bear witness that I will never again set foot on this land in my life, even if it is covered with gold and precious stones. For Satan's brothers in the East are waiting here, thirsting for blood and death to pay tribute. This is what the Danish Eastern Colony official Laudrup said.

"I think that we Spain should be a firm ally with him, because I think it would be very unwise for him to become the master of this land, even beyond the European continent." Governor Marcello's words made Villa, the envoy of the Kingdom of Spain, silent and helpless.

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"What's going on, Your Excellency the Führer, I'd like to hear your explanation? Why let Staunton go back to the West instead of me, the ambassador of the legations? You know, before that, you promised me to go back to the West and tell our King and Parliament what has happened, so that they can make the right choice, but now, you have gone back on your word, and this is definitely not what a believer in God should do who keeps his promises, nor is it what a monarch should do. Macartney's face flushed, and the fat on his face trembled with his excited cries.

"Your Excellency, please calm down. Anger doesn't help us to look at things rationally, do you, dear Mr. Staunton. Besides, I don't say that you will not be allowed to return to the West, but I would like to ask you, a distant friend, to stay for the time being, for many things are much easier to do with you, after all, you are a diplomat who is trusted by His Majesty the King of England and the British Parliament. Liang Pengfei turned his head with a smile and looked at the British East India Company Taipan in Macau, the deputy envoy of the British Empire Mission, who was standing beside him and holding his son Si Dangdong in his arms.

"Yes, honorable Führer, Your Excellency, please calm down first, Your Excellency the Führer has a reason for this." Staunton was a little afraid to raise his eyes to look at Lord Macartney, who was almost out of his socket in front of him. Although this is a bit unorthodox, for the sake of his own freedom and for the sake of his only son, Staunton must make a correct and wise choice.

"Mr. George, please listen to the reasons of His Excellency the Führer, and remember that he is the master here." Liang Sanhuai stood beside Macartney and persuaded in a low voice.

"Well, Your Excellency, I would like to hear your reasons for choosing Staunt to go back to the West instead of mine." Macartney finally woke up from his anger, he knew that he had to vent in moderation, otherwise he would really annoy the Oriental people sitting there and smiling, then he really couldn't eat and walked around, not to mention, he didn't explain even if he was a fart, and directly let Staunton go to England, what could he do? It's not like I can only knock out my teeth and swallow it in my stomach.

"Actually, it's very simple, your monarch, George III and your English envoys have not been able to complete any of the tasks entrusted to you by the British envoys, and if you go back like this, it will have a great impact on your career, right?" Liang Pengfei muttered a cigar I am actually very concerned about you and said with a smile on his face.

Macartney suppressed the urge to smash the sturdy stool under his ass into this nasty face, and said resentfully: "Your Excellency the Führer must know this better than me, I know that you know very well about the Western culture and political system. ”

Liang Pengfei nodded: "Yes, dear George, please allow me to call you that, after all, after a long time together, you have won my friendship, so I don't think you should mind, right?" ”

"Of course not, honorable Führer, but I think we should tell you why you let Staunton go back to the West instead of me." Macartney tugged at the corners of his mouth, and he smiled. Friends with you? I'd rather make a deal with Satan, at least Satan is much more than you keep your promises.

"Hehe, that's good, dear George, I think you can talk to me about these conditions." The smile on Liang Pengfei's face was more sincere and frank. "Don't be surprised, I mean really."

"You mean that you are willing to sign that trade agreement with our British Empire?" Macartney jumped up from the stool all of a sudden, yes, he really didn't expect it, but Liang Pengfei's credibility was really low in his impression, so Macartney's eyes and tone looked so puzzled.

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"Of course, although I have not yet become the master of this continent, there are many things that I can call the shots, such as trade, such as the exchange of culture and art between our two countries. So, I think we should all be sincere about our diplomatic and trade agreements. Liang Pengfei spread his hands and replied.

If Macartney knew how to look backwards with contempt, he would have raised two middle fingers towards Liang Pengfei in his heart at this moment, but now, he could only force a smile. "Sincerity, honorable Führer, I have no intention of offending you, but I really don't know how to guarantee you, of course, including me, that is, the sincerity between us." Macartney would not believe that this guy could spit out any truth, so he decided not to see the rabbit or the eagle.

However, it is undeniable that Liang Pengfei's words did scratch the itch in his heart, as an unlucky defeated man and a poor worm to return to England in ashes, endure the embarrassing accusations of the Parliament, and the disappointed eyes of His Majesty the King, and may even become a defendant in court, this way is indeed not the outcome that the proud and excellent diplomat Lord Macartney hopes to achieve.

"Scholar, go and invite my father-in-law and them in." Liang Pengfei tilted his head to the white scholar beside him, and soon, in the stunned gaze of Macartney, several Chinese walked in from outside the door, Macartney just looked puzzled, but Stangdong's expression was very surprised and shocked, pulled out the little Stangdong who was standing in front of him, and hurriedly stepped forward to greet him. "Mr. Cai, Mr. Ye, and Mr. Lu. My God, how are you ......?"

"I've seen my father-in-law, I've seen my uncle, I've seen Lu Shibo. Dear Mr. Staunton, I would like to introduce these three distinguished guests to Your Excellency the Distinguished Ambassador. Liang Pengfei put the cigar on the ashtray and then stepped forward to salute the three respectfully.

Pan Youdu and Ye Shanglin accepted it calmly, but that Lu Guanheng didn't dare to hold it up like this, and hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Liang Pengfei's arm.

"Your Excellency, please allow me to solemnly introduce to you that this is Mr. Pan Youdu Pan, the chairman of the well-known Tongfu Bank." Si Dangdong's performance at this moment seemed a little restrained, and even when he was facing the prime minister of the Qing Kingdom, he was not as nervous as he was at this time, because Pan Youdu was his idol, and in the West, decades ago, the name of Tongfu Xing in the Thirteen Lines of Guangdong had been circulated in the West.

For those officials who are greedy and only know how to take bribes, but do not know how to govern the country and train the army, the current Pan Youdu, who has huge assets but has always adhered to the reputation of a businessman, and has a reputation as far away as Europe, is really more worthy of the admiration of Westerners who put money first.

(To be continued)