Chapter 376: Falling Hammer

"What?! How many thalers?! ”

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The chief steward held a cup of camel yogurt, a local specialty provided by Wu Xin, and couldn't help but laugh at the same time.

The dignified representative of the Kingdom of Spain went so far as to ask the question "how many thales?"

It is this group of Spaniards who ignore the authority of the Chosen Pope, meddle in the appointment and dismissal of cardinals countless times, and even want to turn the Chosen Pope into their puppet.

Ten years ago, he even committed such a rebellious act as the plundering of Rome.

Later, because of the Franco-Spanish struggle for hegemony, the Spanish soldiers took the money and finally left, but since then, Spain has no allies in Central Italy, only the younger brother.

Even the Church of Rome was only a little polite on the face, and in essence, the Spaniards treated the Church of Rome like any other small prince of Central Italy, with all kinds of apportionments and various kinds of strong men.

The Marquis of Bazin relied on this trick to live in the Mediterranean, and he often said: "Don't think I want too much, you Italians don't know how to fight, if you don't give the money to us Spaniards, then you will be taken as slaves by the Turks, do you have to take care of the overall situation." ”

His son, Bazin Jr., also used to collect supplies, and the chief steward was also in charge of coping with it.

This damn guy treats his little Italian friends as weak chickens like his father, and has a little more stunned temperament, kickbacks are not collected, women do not sleep, they just want supplies wholeheartedly, and they have to pull old sailors.

In Pisa and Florence, everyone was in danger, and the chief steward was reprimanded by the real pope.

But on the face, I have to serve him with a smile on my face, and then try to explain that everyone has worked hard to repay, and it really can't meet the requirements of the Spanish prince, please be a little more lenient.

"Okay, okay, you Italians, Lao Tzu has taken all the things in the New World and still wants to kill people, and now he only takes a little money from you, and complains so much."

But in the end, they lost such a sentence, which really made him vomit blood for a while.

For the past ten years, every cardinal and archbishop of the Italian sect has gritted his teeth against the Spaniards.

The new generation of Spain did not experience the difficulties of the reconquest movement, but only the memory of conquering the New World and crisscrossing the world.

They have a mentality that anything in the world is either already Spanish or just waiting for Spain to receive it.

The treasures in this auction are like this, and if you don't get the owl feathers, it's like someone has taken something from your Spain.

Then a pair of royal seals is rightfully the same that belongs to Spain.

And then now the north slaps in the face, how can this not make the big steward laugh.

He actually participated in the fight with this face, and the Portuguese also borrowed tens of thousands from him.

This business will not be lost, as long as you can obtain the exclusive right to open the port, you can make money and silver, Portugal will not be like the Spaniards, the Pope of Rome still has face, his money can not only be taken back with interest, but also a big favor.

The chief steward, who had been suppressed for a long time, finally laughed, he was not laughing alone.

Little Bazin shouted so loudly that most of the auction room heard it, and everyone laughed.

Others, however, could laugh, and the butler's laughter was quickly pressed into his throat.

Because little Bazin's bloodshot eyes had already swept over, his eyes were now blood-red, and his ears were buzzing.

He himself has already understood that he has just lost his temper.

After receiving the 30,000 yuan "reduction" promised by Wu Xin, he had already decided that there would be no surprises.

He had already devoted his mind to studying how to report the previous auction to Madrid, and the giant owl obtained by the French side was a problem for him, and he had to study how to report to Madrid, and it was better to give a solution when reporting, so that his responsibility would be much lighter.

When he heard that number, he was thinking about how to use the spinning crossbow against the Marquis of Cherbourg, Spain only had one "Talking about Shure Advanced Aiming Technique", and Archmage Fugger used one and didn't learn it, so he was reluctant to use the second chapter, which was very difficult to do.

Then he heard "two hundred thousand".

It was so unreasonable that little Bazin instinctively needed to make a second confirmation.

This time, I lost my adult.

Wu Xin didn't laugh, although little Bazin's attitude was not good, but he had no position to laugh, the Spaniards never asked him to collect supplies, and the Marquis of Bazin always treated him as a side branch of the royal family, in fact, the existence of the Spanish fleet was actually one of the cornerstones of his career.

So instead of laughing, he planned to comfort little Bazin.

"General Bazin................"

"Grand Duke, this big seal is a big matter, you can't help me, I need a quota of 100,000 thalers."

Little Bazin's voice gradually calmed down, and he remembered his father's teachings, and the more urgent he was, the calmer he became.

This was crucial not only for Spain, but also for the Bazin family, who could not account to the emperor if he returned empty-handed.

Even if he didn't get enough money, it wasn't a reason, how could the Portuguese get the money?

However, Wu Xin just wanted to be comforted, and he didn't want to bleed heavily, let alone ruin his reputation.

"General Bazin, this thing was originally mine, I will give you a quota of 100,000, is this still called an auction?"

"This is not to help me, but to help yourself, Your Highness, if Spain is not good, do you think that your principality can hold out for how long in the encirclement of a group of Star and Moon heretics?"

Although little Bazin's eyes were blood-red, the capillaries in his eyes had burst, his expression was no longer hideous, and his voice had completely returned to calm.

Little Bazin will be the door tiger, although he has lost his temper for a while due to his lack of experience, but he has quickly regained his senses.

The Spaniards feel that the world is theirs, and although this is arrogant, it is not a source of water, and they have indeed been invincible for thirty years.

And in the coming decades, they will go further, and Bazin Jr. is a representative of this generation.

"300,000 thalers can build the strongest fortress, and with the insistence of the Kingdom of France, I believe that the port of Tripoli will be able to hold on."

The Earl of Cherbourg had come to make trouble, and he had just laughed loudest.

"Two hundred thousand thalers at a time!"

"Two hundred thousand thalers twice!"

Bazin Jr. wanted to compete with each other, but Kessler's first seat had already begun to shout, and this kind of oversized heavy treasure was not at all appetizing, not even nonsense.

"You .............." Xiao Bazin immediately realized that this was the instruction that Wu Xin had given a long time ago.

However, before he could threaten Wu Xin again, Kessler's voice rang out again.

"Boom!"

"Two hundred thousand thalers three times, the jade seal of the country has returned to the Kingdom of Portugal."

After three shouts, the overall situation has been decided. (To be continued.) )