The sun was scorching, and the air was unusually dry, as if it could burn at any moment.

In Sha Jianguo's Chamber, beads of sweat slid down everyone's cheeks.

Sha Panyuan, the first swordsmith of Sha Jian Country, took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped the sweat on his face.

At the other end of the long table, a young man sits.

The chief military advisor of the Wei Palace was entrusted with the important task of negotiating in the Shajian Kingdom, with the aim of reaching regional cooperation, and the Wei Palace provided the institutional support of the sword casting technology and franchise, and they, as the holders of the sword casting industry in the Sha Jian Kingdom, only needed to contribute a part of the funds and personnel to manage it.

This person named Liang Mingfeng has short silver curly hair, a clean face, well-defined, and a pointed chin that looks a little yin and capable.

Overall, he is a good-looking teenager, but his complexion is slightly too dark, which is obviously a face with the royal blood of the Sand Sword Country, but the information shows that he is just a sand man at the bottom of the Sand Sword Country.

Liang Mingfeng glanced at the participants, and finally his eyes fell on the young man in the first seat.

The man had deep blue eyes, handsome features, and long curly silver hair that was neatly combed.

He lowered his head and said nothing, quietly thinking about something, occasionally raising his head to glance at Liang Mingfeng.

To a certain extent, His Majesty Sha Muqing, the new emperor of the Sand Sword Country, and the prince swordsmith Sha Panyuan sitting next to him, their appearance is very similar to Liang Mingfeng.

Liang Mingfeng himself is aware of this.

However, while realizing this, he was also aware of another kind of danger that came with it.

"How about it, Your Majesty, this matter is very beneficial to the growth of the Shajian Kingdom."

After being silent for a long time, Liang Mingfeng's reason overcame his curiosity, so he opened his mouth to advance the process of the meeting.

As the chief military advisor of the Weishi Group, he is only one last stop away from completing his mission perfectly.

Once the foundation of the edifice is laid, it is only a matter of time before the day soars into the sky.

It's just that I didn't expect the last step to be so difficult.

The first swordsmith of Shajian Country is the prince of the royal family, and his mother is the aunt of the new emperor, and the sword-casting industry in Shajian Country is completely monopolized by the royal family and is listed as the foundation of the country.

It is no wonder that the Shajian Kingdom itself is a source of minerals, and it is not surprising that the sword casting industry is the pillar of the country.

Dealing with people in power is the most difficult thing, and Liang Mingfeng has already understood it in his previous life.

His proposal is tantamount to trying to pry the teeth in the tiger's mouth.

Another difficulty is that most of the people in Sha Jianguo are very conservative, or rather, they don't want to pay and work in their bones, and if they can ensure their own survival, then they would rather go to the sun.

"Your Excellency Liang Mingfeng, before you made these proposals, did you consider it as a military advisor of the Wei Group, or as a national of the Shajian Country?" Sha Muqing raised his head, his eyes shining, like a fierce tiger ready to eat people at any time.

Aggressive questions, perfect consideration of loyalty.

Liang Mingfeng had already guessed that he would ask such a question, and gave an answer almost without hesitation.

"It's both, and it's a mutually beneficial proposal for cooperation, and I'm sure the wise can see it."

Liang Mingfeng's tone was firm, but his face was expressionless.

The implication of his words was that if this cooperation could not be achieved, then the monarch of the Shajian Kingdom would not be worthy of being a wise man.

"How can you use that tone?!" The head of the guard in the house looked furious.

If it weren't for the new emperor to stop him, he would almost pick up the long-handled giant sword in his hand and come over and cut Liang Mingfeng in two!

"I respect you as an emissary sent by the Guard." Sha Muqing smiled, "It would be very troublesome if you die in the palace of Sha Jian Kingdom. ”

So, doesn't it matter if you're out there?

Naked threats.

There was a hint of anger and anger in Liang Mingfeng's dead fish eyes.

Sha Muqing smiled, ignoring his gaze, then crossed the fingers of both hands and gently supported his chin.

He raised his head and looked at Liang Mingfeng with interest.

"So as a citizen of the Sand Sword Country, where did you grow up before?"

Coming back to this question, this is the third time today.

It seems that they are more interested in me than the information I provide.

Liang Mingfeng raised his head, and a pair of stagnant eyes closed gently.

It's really the most troublesome situation.

"I don't think my origins have anything to do with what I'm going to talk about today, so why are you so obsessed with my origins?"

Liang Mingfeng stood up.

"Since your country is not interested in my proposal, it is not good for me to force it. Let's cooperate again in the future. ”

Liang Mingfeng made a decision neatly, and then began to clean up the things on the table.

"Wait a ......"

Liang Mingfeng smiled in his eyes and looked at the person who spoke.

"Forget it." Sha Muqing raised his hand and stopped Sha Panyuan's behavior.

"There is no gem in the world that floats from the bottom of a river."

This is a proverb of Sha Jianguo, which means that there is no free lunch in the world.

Is this still the case?

A hint of disappointment flashed in Liang Mingfeng's eyes.

However, at this time, he doesn't want to dwell on it anymore, you can never wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and this negotiation is hopeless.

What's more –

His instincts told him that it was dangerous to stay here!

……

It wasn't until everyone left the council cabinet, leaving only the monarch of the Sand Sword Kingdom alone, that a slender black figure came out from behind the curtain.

"What do you think?" Sha Mu didn't look back, his eyes still looking out the window.

The frenzied wind blew the sand outside, whirling and beating against the walls of the temple.

"A strong barrier that will not be defeated by wind and sand." The man behind replied.

"But the inside makes it easier for it to break." Sha Muqing turned around and looked at the other party's eyes with disdain, "To answer my question, what do you think of the envoy from the Wei Gong family just now, a young man named Liang Mingfeng?" ”

The man behind hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look him in the eye, and said in fear, "It's a little similar, if that child hadn't died." ”

"What do you think?" Sha Muqing chuckled, "Is he really dead?" The illegitimate son of the former emperor and the only heir named by him! ”

The shadow took a step back, then fell to its knees with a thud.

"I'll do it. Please give me another chance, Your Majesty. ”

"Don't fail again this time," Sha Muqing let out a cold snort.

"Yes, Your Majesty."