Zhang Cheng, who was wearing a beautiful army cadet uniform, found a place to sit down quietly after entering the conference room. But almost all the eyes of the audience were on him. Especially the diplomats of the Sardinians. Their gazes at Zhang Cheng were extremely complicated.

It was this man who seemed somewhat quiet who single-handedly destroyed the hopes of the Sardinians, who had already seen the dawn of victory. Then he kicked the Kingdom of Sardinia into the endless abyss. Now that they finally saw themselves, the Sardinian diplomats had mixed feelings.

As for the diplomats of other Europa countries, they are even more curious about Zhang Cheng. It is impossible to keep all sorts of new tactics completely secret, and all countries already have a general understanding of them. Because of this, they were more curious about Zhang Cheng.

The Ming Empire is so powerful, even so powerful that it feels incredible.

When he thought that he had made the most complete preparations, and even had defeated the main force of the Ming army, he was about to get what he wanted. An obscure little man, a young man who had just been an ordinary mercenary a few months ago, came out of nowhere, single-handedly turning the tide of battle that the Sardinians were sure to win.

Huaxia has such excellent young people, how can they fight against it? The hearts of the Sardinians were very depressed.

Fabio. Count Cavour himself is mediocre in his abilities. The reason why he was able to become the prime minister of the kingdom was that in addition to being the descendant of the great Count of Cavour, another important reason was that his younger brother Giuseppe was the supreme commander of the king's ** team.

But at this moment, his younger brother was already disheartened by the defeat, and even had the idea of shouldering all the blame himself. As for King Emmanuel III, who gambled everything, he was already sick with anger at this moment.

The so-called negotiation doesn't really have much of a process. Having all the advantages, Wang Fan triumphantly offered conditions that were simply unacceptable to the Sardinians, and ignored the Sardinians' pleas and protests. Threatening to reopen the war at every turn, the army went to the city of Turin to negotiate again.

For more than two hours, the entire venue heard Wang Fan's foaming words. You can say anything, coercion, inducement, threats and intimidation, and swear words. He even kept waving his fists, looking as if he was going to pounce on them and beat the poor Sardinians.

That expression, that language, was completely out of proportion to his well-dressed appearance. If I didn't know his identity, just listening to the voice, I would have thought that they were butchers who sold pork and bargained with people in the vegetable market.

"Interlaced like a mountain." Zhang Cheng watched the foam flying, and his hand was about to point to Wang Fan, whose face was pale and his gray hair trembled slightly, on the nose of the old prime minister. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart. If it is Da Ming who is defeated at this moment, then the situation on the scene should be reversed, right? Sure enough, only when the country is strong can individuals have the opportunity and stage to truly display their talents.

"Think it through!" Wang Fan raised his chin proudly, and said with a disdainful expression, "I have time, I can wait for you to discuss." But the army of the Ming Dynasty is not willing to wait! These GIs had always hoped to enter the city of Turin to earn military merit and honor. You have to think carefully about whether or not to give them this chance! After saying that, he turned around and left proudly without looking back.

The morning's negotiations were over, and the Sardinians had absolutely no bargaining capital. After Zhang Cheng, Wang Fan and others left, they turned their attention to the envoys sent by various countries for help.

"The Kingdom of Sardinia prays for your help!" The old prime minister felt like he was about to break down after a morning of agony. But his duty kept him from falling, and his country and people were waiting for his good news. In desperation, he could only turn his attention to the great powers that had desperately agitated them before going to war.

The envoys had apparently been instructed before they came, and knew what their bottom line was. After they discussed it in a low voice, (because of the long rule and great strength of the Ming Empire, after hundreds of years of popularization, Chinese has already become the world's common language.) The representative of England, a fat man with a cigar in his mouth and a big belly, said loudly, "Our bottom line is not to let the Kingdom of Sardinia fall." ”

"Whew~" The old prime minister secretly breathed a sigh of relief. However, the big fat man's next words pushed him into despair again: "However, we don't care about anything else." ”

The gray-haired old prime minister, who looked haggard and hung his head in pain. He knew he had no choice.

The army could no longer fight, and it did not have the strength to defend the city of Turin. The defeated soldiers who were gathered were demoralized, lacked weapons, ammunition, medical supplies, food, and so on. It was almost impossible for them to hold the city of Turin without reinforcements.

And even if you can hold on to the city of Turin, what can you do? Hold this time, what about the next attack? Once the Ming Empire, which has endless strength, gets serious, how long can the Kingdom of Sardinia resist?

Thinking of this, the old prime minister's heart was full of anger.

Before the war, those Europa countries desperately encouraged the kingdom to make a head bird to provoke the Ming Empire, and tested the reaction and strength of the Ming Empire for them. But now they themselves are hiding behind and watching the kingdom being swallowed up by the Huaxia people, even with their belts and bones.

The so-called rights, the so-called dignity, the so-called everything, all depend on strength to obtain. If you don't have the strength, you are destined to be oppressed and tortured, this is the reality of Chiguoguo. If it's useful to just talk about it, then what do you need a huge army? What else do you need to do with national strength? It's good for everyone to practice their mouths every day.

"Can they agree?" After leaving the conference room, Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Fan on the side curiously and asked softly.

"Of course not." Wang Fan narrowed his smile and said, "The real purpose of negotiation is to obtain the benefits you need. But only if someone else can pay for it. ”

"Then you still mention it." Zhang Cheng nodded suddenly: "Bargaining ah." ”

"That's right." Wang Fan smiled and nodded, "The sky is full of prices, and the money will be repaid on the ground." Pushing open the door of his office, Wang Fan invited Zhang Cheng to come in for tea.

After the adjutant brought the tea and left, Wang Fan said with a smile, "The Sardinians are too poor. In addition to a small steelmaking mill in the country, there are only a few match factories, flour mills and so on. There is almost no industry to speak of. Most of the country's tax revenue was spent on the army, but you were wiped out in a war. Now they have nothing. ”

"If you don't have money, you need land. Is there anything more important than land? Zhang Cheng looked at Wang Fan with incomprehension.

The Chinese nation is a great farming nation, what could be more important than the land? In modern time and space, I have seen a lot of all kinds of things that have been made for the sake of the land. There are even those who have fought many wars. For example, Israel, which is the size of the palm, has fought decades of war, with countless casualties and countless wealth.

However, Israel, which is only a little more than 10,000 square kilometers, is not as big as Sardinia, and there is no way to compare the fertility of the land. How can you listen to Wang Fan's meaning, it seems that he is not very cold to this fertile land?

Wang Fan looked at Zhang Cheng suspiciously, took out a cigarette and handed him one, "What do you want land for?" The empire now has so much land that it can't be managed. If there are so many poor Italians in the land, how much will it cost to maintain them? How can you do something so loss-making? ”

"Something that loses money?!" Zhang Cheng sighed and lowered his head. If this kind of thing is heard by people in modern time and space, it is estimated that it will be angry to death. The pain of more people and less land will never be understood by the Chinese people of this era.

"Well, what do we want, it's not to destroy the country, right?" Zhang Cheng lit a cigarette, sorted out his emotions, and decided to avoid the sad topic of land.

"Originally, these things needed to be kept secret." Wang Fan looked at Zhang Cheng with a smile, "But you are the key person to victory, and you should tell you." After a pause, he took a puff on his cigarette and said, "First of all, I lost money. This time, the war damage, the consumption of supplies, and the soldiers' pensions and rewards all had to be taken out of the hands of the Sardinians. ”

Speaking of this, Wang Fan lowered his voice, quietly leaned in, and whispered, "The imperial court's finances have long been stretched, otherwise you wouldn't have asked you to raise funds to recruit mercenaries to fight this time." Such a powerful army is not an ornament. The main thing for the imperial court this time was to ask for money. ”

"How can such a huge empire be so poor?" Zhang Cheng frowned, and looked at Wang Fan with a puzzled expression, "How much oil and water can little Sardinia knock out?" Worried about this little money? It's enough for your major families to pick up some random points, right? ”

"It's not that you don't know." Wang Fan smiled bitterly: "Our Ming Dynasty does not collect taxes on scholars who have meritorious reputations. Otherwise, everyone wants to make money in business. The imperial court relied entirely on land taxes, poll taxes, and profits collected from the colonies. So many people and forces want to share the money, where is there enough money for such a small amount of money? ”

Zhang Cheng finally remembered that the Ming Empire still had this strange tax policy, and those with meritorious names were exempt from taxes. No wonder there will be a sale of governors and official titles. All of them are poor.

Centuries-old bad habits have been preserved by a large number of vested interests. Over the years, countless people have tried to change this bad habit, but neither the emperor nor the first assistant have been able to do so. The stakes are just too great! If you move this, you will be moved to the interests of all business people. In the face of this level of opposition, no one can push it forward.

"Alas~~~" Zhang Cheng shook his head silently and sighed lightly. The so-called meritorious people are now almost all monopolized by those big family conglomerates. Shang is a natural existence in this era. Zhang Cheng remembered that when he started Pfizer, Xu Mu had arranged this matter, but he didn't care about it at the time. Now that I think about it, I really haven't paid business tax.

Such a powerful country is not as good as the emerging United States of America in terms of fiscal revenue. Here's the root cause.

"It's rare to have such a good opportunity, no matter what you say this time." Wang Fan picked up the teacup and leaned on the sofa to take a sip, a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes, "I also want to squeeze out the last drop of oil from the Sardinians!" ”

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