The negotiations between the two have come to an end.

Zheng Zhilong's meaning was very clear, and he heard it very clearly.

As for whether it can be implemented concretely, it depends on their ability to endure humiliation.

That's right, humiliation.

This kind of cooperation is simply humiliating and humiliating.

But Zheng Zhilong is right, if they don't cooperate, there are people who are willing to cooperate. If they rejected Daming's proposal, then the first to applaud must be the Netherlands, who have been fighting with them for decades.

If it was really as Zheng Zhilong said, and hired the First Fleet at a great cost, wouldn't it be able to beat their navy to?

After all, he had seen the perverted strength of the First Fleet with his own eyes.

Next, Franco was truly treated as a guest.

Not only were a group of people entertained with delicious food and drink, but they also slowly brought back the captives who were slaves from all over the country.

When Franco saw Cerezo for the first time, he was very surprised.

Not that Cerezo was in such bad shape, on the contrary, that he was far from what he imagined to be unkempt and ragged. I saw that he was dressed in blue-gray coarse cloth clothes, although the pulp was a little white, but it was clean. His complexion looked much darker than before, but there was a healthy flush between his cheeks, which made his whole person look full of energy.

"Seren-sama. You..."

Franco didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Franco!? You've been caught, too?"

Cerezo, who was led by the soldiers in line, was first delighted, then surprised.

"No, Seren-sama, I'm here to ransom you home."

"Go home?" Cerezo couldn't believe his ears. "Can we go home?"

"Yes! We've gone home and raised enough ransom money for you to go home." Franco excitedly grabbed Cerezo's hand and said.

"Homecoming. I can go home."

Cerezo stood there dumbfounded, letting Franco take his hand, tears silently rolling down his cheeks.

And the others were also very excited when they heard Franco's words.

Some cried, some small, and some screamed.

"Franco, take them back. I'm not going back."

"What?" Franco felt that his ears must have been blind and that he had misheard Cerezo's words.

"I said I don't want to go back, so ask them and see who wants to go back, so take them back." Cerezo repeated with an affirmative look on his face.

"Why?" Franco asked, stumbling.

"You don't understand."

"Lord Serezo, if you don't leave, they won't return the silver Zheng Zhilong!"

Franco thought he was trying to save some money for the country, because he really couldn't think of any other explanation than that.

Cerezo shook his head and looked at the other captives. "It's all said that you won't understand, so ask them first."

Franco looked at him in a daze, then turned to look at the others.

"I have raised silver taels on the orders of Your Majesty, and now I will take you home. Now, whoever wants to come home comes to me."

With that, Franco quietly watched the crowd, waiting for their movements.

In his opinion, Cerezo must have had a bad brain, otherwise how could he not go home. But he's ***, so many people can't all be ***, right? He really didn't believe that anyone would be willing to be a prisoner here.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

An embarrassing scene appeared for Franco, and none of the people in front of him stood up!

What the is going on!

Are there any captives in the world who don't want to be ransomed home?

"You, you! This—this—" Franco was almost speechless.

"Franco, none of us want to go home."

"Yes,

None of us go back. We are here to fight for our ideals!"

"That's it! For the ideal! Only by allowing millions of people in Luzon to live happily ever after can we feel happy. At this time, we have to go home and live that dirty life of drunkenness, which is not what we want!"

"Yes! Realizing personal value and obtaining spiritual satisfaction is far from being comparable to sleeping with a few more women and drinking a few more glasses of wine."

A group of people talked nonsense, full of ideals and struggles.

Ahh

Do these *** know what they're talking about!?

What bullshit ideals, what bullshit personal values.

You are captives!

Look at the clothes you are all wearing, like farmers picking cotton on the plantation! You're a fart! What is there to satisfy a group of inferior peasants!?

Yes!?

"Your families have done their best, and some of them have even borrowed money from underground banks, and have taken on huge amounts of usury, just to raise money to ransom you home! Now that the money has been paid, why don't you leave? But even if you go back, the money will not be returned! Do you understand? Do you still have a conscience? Huh?"

Franco angrily reprimanded the group of people in front of him who didn't look normal. On the one hand, thinking of the suffering I have suffered along the way, I feel unworthy for myself. On the other hand, I feel sorry for the more than 10 million taels of silver.

More than 10 million taels! Not more than a thousand taels!

Franco's words worked, and the captives, who had been full of ideals and values, fell silent.

Just as Franco was secretly relieved that the silver did not need to be spent in vain, a young voice rang out in the crowd.

"Father and Mother, I'm sorry for you! But the son has found the value of life here, the meaning of life, and the son is ashamed of your great kindness, and you can only repay it in the next life!"

After saying that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the west.

His actions resonated with everyone. One by one, they wept and wiped their tears to denounce their unfilial piety, and stumbled to the west.

At this time, Franco had nothing to say at all, he turned his head and looked around, and at a glance saw Zheng Zhilong, who was watching the excitement not far away.

He walked over quickly, and asked with an angry look on his face:

"Zheng Zongbing!? What's going on? Why don't they want to go home!?"

"How do you know if you ask me, why don't you ask your Lord Cerezo?" Zheng Zhilong replied solemnly.

"Ask him?"

Franco glanced at Cerezo, who was praying to the west, and rolled his eyes.

This is a *** boss, what's the use of asking him?

can think of the scene of playing with more than 1,000 taels of silver and stuffing ten big ships to the brim, Franco felt that his heart was about to ache.

And most importantly, he came with silver, and if he didn't bring it back, the captives would not have eaten him alive.

Thinking of this, he licked his lips and looked at Zheng Zhilong.

"What?" Zheng Zhilong saw him looking over and asked vigilantly.

"There's a saying I don't know if to say it or not."

"Don't speak..."