Chapter 92: Zeng Jiayi knelt down
"Doesn't your majesty still think that he is a descendant of Su Botai, the general of the Great Xia Western Expedition? As a vassal state, does it have the right to shelter the bandits wanted by the suzerain? β
"Feng Shui takes turns, and the Jin clan is only the emperor, so can't the Wuliang Ha clan?
We have been a vassal for 400 years, and now Lucia is strong and then Xia is weak. Isn't it normal for us to be the suzerain, and you will be our Huang Luxia in the next summer? β
"Fart! Rebellious! We are Hou Xia, do you have face in this domain? If you take another bite of Houxia, I can only call you orcs. β
Randy looked at Zeng's past behavior and thought that diplomatic negotiations must be gentlemen sitting together gracefully, drinking coffee, and communicating wisely.
I didn't expect it to be like this, and it was not much different from the villagers of Shilanchong and other villages fighting for water sources.
As soon as the insulting word "orc" came out, BΓΌtzer's sword master guards suddenly showed the "eagle's talons", the Cossack Kyaksy saber.
When his job came, Randy showed no weakness, and the heavy sword appeared in his hand, and at the same time, he waved his hand and summoned Ah Hua. With her front paws on the negotiating table, she gave the Cossack guard a stern growl.
The atmosphere in the room was quiet for a while, and Buze took a deep breath, "Forget it, forget it, the tigers are all on the negotiating table, what kind of system is this." Let's adjourn the meeting, have a cup of coffee, calm down, and then we'll talk later. β
The Cossack guards withdrew their sabers, and Hua Dahu's head shook and he returned to the pet space. The aura in this room is very uncomfortable, and unless there is a fight, it would rather stay in a dark space and sleep.
Randy didn't drink coffee and was still standing behind Zeng.
As soon as the meeting was adjourned, Master Zeng immediately smiled, took coffee, hooked shoulders with Butzer, and talked about vodka and kvass, changing his face so quickly that Randy was amazed.
After a break, the talks continued, and this time Butzer spoke first, "We have controversial issues, and we will talk about them later, we are sincere in returning Ili to you, but you have to give some financial compensation." β
"You have taken our city, and you are still asking us for money? It doesn't make sense. β
"We are here to maintain order after being cut off from your mainland by Aguba. We have protected the people here and maintained law and order, and now we will return it to you, we can't send troops in vain, right? β
"Then you're still collecting taxes here."
"In the remote border areas, which are cut off from commerce and trade because of the war, how much tax can be collected? It is completely impossible to cover military expenses, so we demand an indemnity of five million rubles. Also, the tax-free policy of Lucian merchants in the Western Regions and Northern Xinjiang. β
"This is impossible, not only can the Western Regions and Northern Frontier not be exempt from taxes, but your privileges on the Songhua River must also be revoked."
"Have we been defeated? Still need to cancel the original benefit? Our Pacific Fleet is already cruising in the Yellow Sea and the Bohai Bay, and if negotiations do not satisfy us, Lucia's ship is not strong? Cannon disadvantageous? β
"Before Zeng returned from the elven country, he had just ordered two of the latest cruisers in Portsmouth, and they were already on the way home.
Moreover, in a hurry, we can also reconcile with the orcs for the time being and fight against your fleet together, have you forgotten that the Pacific Fleet was annihilated by the orcs? β
The more I talked, the more stiff I became, and then I took a break for coffee......
Randy stood behind Master Zeng for a day, drowsy, and he really didn't seem to understand diplomacy.
Seeing that Master Zeng was still radiant and full of combat power, Randy was extremely admired, well, maybe because he drank too much coffee.
It seems that diplomacy is a grinding job, and at the end of the day, no agreement has been reached, so it depends on the quarrel between the two ministers, and a lot of coffee is consumed.
Randy felt that there was no progress in the negotiations, but Master Zeng didn't see it that way, and when he returned to his temporary residence, he suddenly threw the white suit to the ground, ripped off his bow tie, and exclaimed, "Cool! β
took out a bottle of red wine, tilted his neck and took a big sip, and there was no elegance at all. Then he took Randy's hand, and tears suddenly fell.
"Brother Lan, today is the most proud day I have been a diplomat for so many years. Do you know how difficult it is to be able to spray with these orcs Lao Maozi on an equal footing?
Diplomacy, diplomacy, where does diplomacy come from without strength?
I trembled and trembled in the Elven Kingdom and New Franks, wearing Western clothes, learning the rules of eating and drinking, and laughing with others, often in order to save tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of taels of silver for the country, and fight for a little bit of face for Daxia.
Do you love Western food and drink foreign wine? A weak country has no diplomacy. Today, while Lao Maozi and Osman had just fought, the internal weakness, coupled with the hard work of Zuo Dashuai and Randy, finally created a basis for me to negotiate on an equal footing with them.
The current situation is that the hemp pole beats the wolf, the two sides are afraid, Lucia and none of us want to fight, this is the time for a diplomat like me to behave.
It's not that I'm bragging, I have the strength to be a backer, this kind of punching and folding is a piece of cake for someone Zeng, and that Buze is far from my level. β
Lord Zeng seemed to have drunk a little too much at once, and his body shook a little, Randy hurriedly supported him, "Lord drunk, have a good rest, and I will continue to negotiate hard with Lucia tomorrow." β
"I'm not drunk!" Lord Zeng staggered, suddenly knelt down on his knees, and kowtowed to the southeast, "Great-grandfather, look at the spirit of the sky, your children and grandchildren are not incapable.
With the support of Zuo Shuai's army and the help of warriors like Randy, see how I took all the meat out of Lao Maozi's mouth and spit it out for me if I ate ours. β
When Randy helped Zeng to the chair and sat down, Zeng Jiayi was already in tears.
Randy was shocked and held Lord Zeng's shoulders, "I, Randy, swear here that I will fight for my Great Xia for the rest of my life, so that our Great Xia will become strong, so that Lord Zeng can straighten his waist and negotiate with foreigners in the future." β
Master Zeng held Randy's hands, "Okay, let's just agree, with your fight, I promise that at the negotiation table, I will not lose an inch of Daxia's land." β
"Master Zeng, listen to you, can I do anything for the negotiation besides being your guard?"
Lord Zeng's eyes suddenly showed a sly look, this Randy looks powerful, and his brain is not stupid at all.
Zeng's performance is real, and his feelings are sincere, but there are also implications.
When the acting skills come to him, they have been integrated with the true feelings, which is the highest level of performance.
The drunkenness in Lord Zeng's eyes suddenly disappeared, and he put his hands on Randy's shoulders, "The bottom line of our negotiations now is that we can't lose an inch of land."
But I don't have that many chips in my hands. The current state, it would be good to get Ili back, and you have to lose money.
The army of the Governor Left could only be used to scare them, but it could not really be fought.
If you want to make sure that our land is not lost, I have two things to ask you, Brother Randy. Whichever one is done, I will be able to get more benefits for the country at the negotiating table.
On behalf of Great Xia, on behalf of the 450,000,000 people of Great Xia, I beg you. β
With that, Master Zeng bent his knees and knelt down for Randy.