In the early morning of April 28, John Davis, the American negotiator, saw two Mexicans living next door to him!

He felt a little bad in his heart, and hurriedly found Suoya: "What the hell is going on?" ”

"I don't know the specifics, I'm just a temporary diplomat!" Soya replied.

"Go, inquire clearly!" Davis commanded.

Suoya's face was embarrassed, "White Rock City has a confidentiality system, I can't ask about these ...... at will"

"Do you still want to be a citizen of the Commonwealth?" Steve threatened, "Believe it or not that I'm going to tell the beaver about our deal?" ”

Suoya looked embarrassed, so she had to nod helplessly.

This group of old Americans really don't regard themselves as outsiders, they don't pay any of the promised wages, and they don't even see a shadow of the Virginia manor, but they send them one after another to their deadly errands.

Just yesterday, Davis seriously asked himself if he could poison turtledoves' food...... Where is this TM a diplomat, obviously an assassin, right?

It wasn't long before Soya was back at Davis' residence.

"Did you inquire clearly?" Davis asked eagerly.

"Inquire clearly—" said Soya, "when are we going back to Washington?" I've been discovered, and I'm afraid I won't be able to stay here any longer—"

"Let's get to the point, what are these two Mexicans here for?" Steve asked.

Soya replied, "They're here to present their credentials!" ”

"What credentials?" Davis asked.

"Maximilian, Emperor of Mexico, asks the Indian Union to send an army south to King Qin!" Soya replied

"Did the turtledove agree?" Davis asked hurriedly.

Soya shook her head, "I don't know, it's not news I can find out - when are we going back to Washington?" The beaver is ruthless, he won't let me go! ”

Davis and Steve glanced at each other and were silent for a moment.

Davis said to Soya, "Do us one more thing, and I'll let you go back to Washington first!" ”

"What's the matter?" Soya asked impatiently.

"You go and ask clearly, what is the bottom line of the White Rock City side for negotiations?" Davis pondered for a moment, and then said, "If necessary, you can hint to the beaver that we can give him a large sum of money, and the amount will be raised by him, and in principle we can all be satisfied!" ”

……

"The bottom line?"

The beaver was surprised, "He wants to know our bottom line?" When did these Americans be so reasonable and know to come to our bottom line? ”

The beaver removed the blanket from the wheelchair and struggled to stand up by holding on to the handles of the wheelchair.

Soya went up to help, but was stopped by the beaver wave.

"My bottom line is simple, it's to live!" The beaver returned to his seat at his desk, and the short distance made beads of sweat the size of a bean on his forehead.

After a pause, he said, "If these white men can give us a way to live, how can we go against him without knowing whether we are alive or dead?" ”

The beaver's face was gloomy, as if he had some not-so-good memories in mind.

"They drove us out of our homes, took our belongings, took our lives, and didn't even ask us a word beforehand, and they didn't feel guilty afterwards...... In that case, where is my bottom line, and does it matter to them? ”

"Over the years, I have searched through the history books, and I have not been able to find a single word about the existence of Indians, and if I were not alive, I would almost have wondered if there were Indians in this world...... In that case, why should he care about my bottom line? ”

"The so-called bottom line, even if I assign it to them, what can I do?"

"They're just going to get an inch, and they're going to be pressing. In their eyes, the so-called 'bottom line' is just a goal to break through again and again! ”

"I want to get back the whole of America, I want to make this land as if only Indians lived before, I want them to get out of this world, to let go back where they came from...... That's my bottom line, does it work? ”

"Even if I take a step back, I want all the land west of the Mississippi River, and I want equal power for Indians and whites...... That's also my bottom line, will they give it? ”

"Well, I'll take a step back, I just want a piece of reserve, as they promised before...... Will he really give? ”

"Where is my bottom line? Over the years, I've asked myself – even if they don't, I've asked myself. ”

"It wasn't until recently that I understood that my bottom line was within the range of our bullets!"

"What he can take, take it, don't ask me! If he can't take it, he just can't take it, and I don't have to ask him! ”

The beaver said so much in one breath, his chest heaving violently, and his elbows resting the table.

After a while, feeling tired, he leaned back in his chair.

In Soya's opinion, the beaver at this time was a little depressed and old.

"As for what he wants to buy me—"

"Originally, I was a villain, and I was thinking about whether to offer him a price...... "The beaver looked at the wall.

Unlike the turtledove's office, which has a map of the world, the beaver's office has heavy artillery, warships, and steam engines on the walls.

Soya had always wondered why this half-crippled creature was obsessed with such violent things as complex machinery and gunpowder.

Soya had no doubt that if the beaver could stand up like a normal person, he would surely become a general like a blood wolf or a waterwheel, and even a brave berserker like Red Cloud, with a cigar in his mouth and a huge cannon barrel in his mouth!

The beaver's gaze fell on a warship.

It was a British Empire's Nemesis ironclad ship, 56.1 meters long, 8.8 meters wide, 1.8 meters draft, displacement 600 tons, double deck, weapons including 2 32-pounder cannons, 4 6-pounder guns, and could carry a full company of firepower.

Thick iron armor wrapped around it, and the golden sunset set on the sea level, gilding her with a brilliant layer of gold.

"I think, 400,000 pounds, if he is willing to give it, I will reluctantly accept it first!"

The beaver sighed and said, "But it's the same as they want to know my bottom line, they will always only throw the bait and never think about what needs to be cashed in!" ”

"Forget it, forget it! If you play too much with these things, your eyelids will be shallow, and your ambition will be small! ”

"Don't play with them anymore!"

"Negotiate with them for the last time tomorrow, you go and tell Davis that he should impress me with sincerity, not me looking for a bottom line to cater to him!"

"If you can talk about it, you can talk about it, if you can't talk about it, let him go!"