In the capital of China, an old man with white hair and furrowed brows looked at the document in his hand and threw it on the ground.
"Who wants their help? They actually want our country to cede territory and pay compensation!
He even wanted to take half of the ownership of the mystic realm!
This is simply too much!"
The white-haired old man was so angry that his face turned red and he was out of breath. When his assistant saw this, he hurriedly took out his phone and prepared to call the medical staff.
"There's no need to scream. I won't die yet!"
The old man roared and panted heavily. Then, like a deflated ball, he collapsed on the seat and said in a sad tone,
"How could this be?
After many years of hard work, countless people with lofty ideals have sacrificed themselves to clean up the old mountains and rivers.
Are we going to experience the humiliation of the whole country again?
Could it be that the heavens really want to destroy China?"
"Please calm down."
Looking at the old man who seemed to have aged by more than ten years in an instant, the assistant could not help but sob and say,
"You have to take care of yourself. Everything will get better.
If anything happens to you again, China will really be finished.”
"Ah, forget it, forget it
I have nothing to say if my skills are inferior to others."
The old man let out a long sigh and pulled himself together. He looked at his assistant and said,"What did Aisin Gioro say? Can they still fight?”
"Emperor Qianlong, he…"
The assistant looked at the old man carefully. He did not want to put any more pressure on this old man who was already carrying a heavy burden, but there were some things that he had to report truthfully.
"Emperor Qianlong said that he would give them a small amount of money. As long as he could get the people of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom to help, giving them a small amount of money is nothing.
As for the ownership of the secret realm, it was not a problem to give up half of it. After all, there was still half.”
"Bastard!"
The old man's eyes widened in anger as he slammed the armrest of his chair.
"Does he know what it means to put out a fire with firewood?
Who couldn't see the ambition of the pirates? Today they would take an island, tomorrow they would take a city, when would it end?
If he continues to pay like this, China will lose everything sooner or later!”
" But," the assistant said awkwardly,""Emperor Qianlong said that if we don't agree, Daqing won't attack again. He asked us to find someone to deal with the mystery realm.”
"Find someone to deal with it yourself?" The old man was so angry that he laughed." Only historical figures like them can be useful in the mystic realm. Where am I going to find them? This bastard!"”
"Please keep your voice down."
The assistant looked around worriedly and reminded him softly,"If Emperor Qianlong and the others heard what you said, they would find trouble again.”
The old man was silent for a long time. Finally, he waved his hand with a tired expression and said,"Alright, go and make the arrangements."
No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to agree to Qianlong's request.
Otherwise, if they really stopped fighting, the matter of conquering China's mythical realm would stop. At that time, it would really be irreversible.
At the very least, they had to conquer the first secret realm first. There was no point in staying stuck like this other than wasting time.
"How much do the pirates want?"
"Two…25 trillion!"
"25 trillion? Does that mean that every citizen of China has to give them 10,000?”
The old man, who had been strong all his life, could not help but redden his eyes." Poor Chinese people. What have they done wrong to have such a bunch of disappointing people?"
" Actually, there's one more thing." The assistant hesitated.
"Is there anything else? Let's say it together."
"Emperor Qianlong also said that they won a great victory in this expedition and that all the generals and soldiers under them would be rewarded with 300,000 taels of gold."
"Reward? He still has the face to ask for a reward?"
"He also said that he wants us to set aside 50,000 mu of fertile land in the secret realm and reward it to the Eight Banners disciples as hardcore crops…
If he did not have these things, he could not guarantee that his soldiers would not take action the next time they attacked the mythical realm.”
"Hardcore crops? This bastard!"
Iron crops were equivalent to iron rice bowls.
Regardless of whether they worked or not in the future, those who received the hardcore crops would receive a generous salary every year according to the number of hardcore crops under their hands.
It was equivalent to the country paying for a group of parasites.
This was the rule of the former Qing Dynasty, and now Emperor Qianlong wanted to restore it.
The old man's eyes flashed with sadness. Was China really going to restore such a shameful thing?
Hardcore crops were a scourge for thousands of years, but if they did not meet Qianlong's requirements, China might not even be able to last a year.
Secret realm, secret realm.
In today's world, mystic realms were everything. Without mystic realms, everything was empty talk.
At this moment, someone suddenly barged into the meeting room.
"Good news!"
A bespectacled young man panted as he entered the meeting room. He said breathlessly,""Hurry up and take a look. The Internet is in a mess now!”
"Did you cause a ruckus?" The old man rubbed his temples tiredly and said,"Is it because of the Cherry Blossom Kingdom? It's only right for the people to be angry."
"No, it's not about the Cherry Blossom Country!”
Who knew that the young man with glasses would say something shocking,
"Someone posted a video online. It seems to be called a storytelling story. It's about the historical heroes before Daqing!”
"Before Daqing?"
The old man suddenly jumped up from his seat and said excitedly,"Really? Wasn't he the kind of swindler?”
"I think he's telling the truth. He doesn't seem like a liar.”
The young man turned on the video on his laptop and pushed it in front of the old man, saying,"
"You should take a look yourself."
The old man opened the webpage and looked at the name of the live broadcast on the screen.
"Storyteller?"
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