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Advantage?

Hearing Sambatou asking for benefits so bluntly, Uncle Bao looked slightly stunned, but there was not much turmoil in his heart.

Because before leaving, the general had already explained to Samba that if he wanted this insatiable Tubo wolf to send troops to rescue, he would definitely have to pay a certain price.

As the general said, alliance cooperation is nothing more than exchanging chips with each other, and each taking what he needs.

Immediately, Uncle Bao's face softened slightly, chuckled, and whispered: "Samba head people don't need to worry about this aspect, my generals have always been very generous to their friends. Otherwise, you and I would not have been able to cooperate so far, would we? ”

"Haha, that's that," Sambatou's face also changed with Uncle Bao's words, and in the blink of an eye, there was a harmless smile on his face, and he laughed loudly, "Your general is a royal nobleman of the previous dynasty, in the words of your Han people, that is called the dragon son and phoenix grandson, how can you be shabby?" Tell me, what benefits did your general promise me? ”

Hearing this, although Uncle Bao was very disgusted with Samba, a rude, shameless Tubo dog, he still had a smile on his face, and slowly conveyed Yang Tai's promise, saying: "As long as Samba is willing to send 5,000 slave soldiers to help us recapture Alitu City and exterminate the Tang army in the city, hehe, my general promises you,"

Saying this, he pulled his fingers and relayed them one by one: "In the future, the price of all Tibetan war horses purchased from Samba Tou will be increased to seventy percent of the market price; In the same way, if the Samba head people buy the original products from my general, such as salt, tea, porcelain, silk and other things, the price will be reduced by two percent. How is it? ”

"That's ......"

Samba listened, dragged out a long nasal voice, and fell silent, but there was another weighing and calculation in his heart.

He calculated in his heart that the war horse that Yang Tai originally purchased from him was basically fifty percent higher than the market price, but now it became seventy percent after the promise; The Central Plains products purchased by themselves from Yang Tai are basically fifty percent of the market price, and they are purchased at half price, and now they are two percent lower, which is equivalent to three percent of the price.

It's like a war horse worth three hundred taels that he sells to Yang Tai, and he can sell it for at least five hundred and ten taels in the future; And he bought tea worth 100 taels from Yang Tai, and he only needed 30 taels to buy it in the future.

It was a price that he was so tempted that it was hard to refuse.

Unexpectedly, Yang Tai must have paid such a large amount of bargaining chips in order to send troops for himself.

You must know that in recent years, his Samba name has also become slightly famous in the Tubo royal court, thanks to the low-cost Central Plains products that he has continuously supplied from Yang Tai.

Through these products unique to the Central Plains, he not only has an increasingly elevated status in the eyes of the Tubo Prime Minister Lu Denai, but even many nobles in Tubo have been connected with the Central Plains products through one sum of silver after another.

He firmly believed that if he was given another three or five years, he Samba would definitely squeeze into the aristocracy of the Tibetan kingdom and become a red-to-purple figure in the capital of the Tibetan kingdom, Luoqi (present-day Lhasa, Tibet).

At that time, as long as it is a little operational, the lord of the Tubo State, His Excellency Zanpu Songtsen Gampo, may summon him and give him an official and a half-post, and it is not necessary to officially become the hereditary nobleman of the Tubo State.

Thinking about it, Samba's mind became more and more lively and ambitious.

A small leader, a small slave owner, is not his Samba's dream.

However, Samba can go from a negligible, dispensable distant relative of the Lu family to a head slave owner who owns a large piece of private land, countless cattle and sheep and 10,000 slaves, and naturally has his unique place.

At least, insatiable greed and cunning are the strengths that he has relied on to survive to this day.

He tried his best to suppress the surging in his heart, calm himself down, and thought about why Yang Tai was willing to spend so much money to let himself send troops to help?

There is only one answer, that is, the Tang army of Ali Tucheng has threatened Yang Tai's fundamentals, endangering Yang Tai's survival, and he must sacrifice his capital to let himself and him quickly destroy the Tang army and recapture Ali Tucheng.

Samba's eyes suddenly gurgled, and he calculated in his heart, if this is the case, then is the promise that Yang Tai asked Uncle Bao to convey just the initial price? Is there still room for discussion?

Although Samba is a native of Tubo, he has heard a little bit of the Central Plains people's art of war in the Wulu family, and he is really sorry for himself if he doesn't open his mouth to Yang Taishi at this time.

Take advantage of your illness and kill you, this Han slang sentence, Samba also understands the meaning of it.

Now is the time when the opportunity is rare, and the opportunity must not be lost.

Immediately, Samba suddenly burst into laughter, shook his head again and again like a rattle and said: "No, no, no, General Yang Tai, as a descendant of the former Sui royal family, doesn't he think it's too shabby and stingy to make such a move?" It's not royal at all! ”

"Huh?"

Uncle Bao was caught off guard by Samba's sudden change, listening to the other party's tone and tone, it was obvious that Samba was not satisfied with the promises and benefits made by his own general.

However, Uncle Bao can't make his own decisions about this matter, because before leaving, the general only explained this.

What to do?

Now it is their Tuva City Yang clan begging for help, and the initiative in negotiation has been completely in Samba's hands.

How is it good?

Uncle Bao lamented in his heart, the general still miscalculated Samba's ambitions, where is this person a Tubo wolf who can't be fed, it's just a white-eyed wolf who can't be fed and can never be fed.

He endured the anger in his heart, bowed slightly to Samba and said: "Samba headman, the old slave can't be the master of this matter, I must inform my general before I can reply to the headman." Now that the situation is urgent, it's better to send Ali Tucheng first, and then discuss this matter after taking back Ali Tucheng, okay? ”

Speaking of which, I don't forget to add: "For friends, my generals are never stingy." ”

Who knew that Samba, the old fox, was also a master who didn't see rabbits and didn't scatter eagles, listening to Uncle Bao's words, he shook his head again and again and said no, and finally said: "In this way, Uncle Bao, you write a letter, write this side of the letter and tell your general." If I samba lacks anything, I don't lack fast horses. After you finish writing the letter, I will send the Manu Pegasus in my territory to your General Yang, and wait for his reply, and then I will send troops, how about it? ”

Manu was a slave specially selected by the Tibetan slave owner to be responsible for riding a horse to report the news.

Uncle Bao grinned, Samba was so deceitful, but what could he do? Now the initiative is completely in the hands of the other side.

Then he nodded and agreed, and now the general is waiting for Samba's slave soldiers, and Uncle Bao can only let Samba fiddle.

Samba laughed again, and laughed harmlessly: "Then there is a letter written by Uncle Lao Bao." ”

After that, he shouted through the window to the private guard in charge of patrolling downstairs: "Come on, send my distinguished Han friends to rest, and arrange the best wine and meat for the Han friends to eat." ”

Then, Uncle Bao leaned over Samba slightly to say goodbye, and walked down the second floor with a few Tubo people wearing scimitars.

After seeing Uncle Bao away, Samba was in a very good mood, and called the slaves to bring a large plate of mutton and a few pots of barley wine, and poured himself a drink to eat and drink.

About dusk, suddenly, a Tibetan man with a knife ran into the Samba house barefoot, glanced weakly at Samba, who was sitting cross-legged on a woolen blanket, and staggered and whispered:

"Chief, downstairs, downstairs, there are two slaves who want to see you!"

Bang Dang!

Samba was drunk but was disturbed, and when he heard that some slave wanted to see him, he naturally threw the flask in his hand in front of the man in anger, and scolded:

"Fart, two lowly slaves also want to see their own people? Are you stupid to eat barley rice these days? It seems that I am going to change you for wild vegetables, and I will wake up after eating for a few days. ”

With a pop, the Tibetan man fell to his knees in fright, prostrated himself in front of Samba, and shouted in horror: "The head man is angry, those two slave subordinates have not seen it, and now they are surrounded by your personal guards downstairs." They say, they say......"

"Say what?"

"They said that they had come to bring a great fortune to the chief."

"What?"

Samba suddenly sobered up, his legs coiled on the wool blanket immediately stood up, and blurted out in surprise: "Big, big wealth? ”

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