Wu Sangui is an old bureaucrat. Compared with the officers and generals from the Far East Military Academy under Mao Jue, they have too many problems, such as eating, drinking, gambling, and bribery. The Wu family can stand in Liaodong for so long, on the one hand, relying on strength, and on the other hand, relying on currying favor with eunuchs. It is said that Wu Sangui also recognized a certain eunuch as his grandfather, and coaxed Gao Qiqian and Cao Huachun and others happily.

In the Ming Dynasty, Wu Sangui would undoubtedly become a borer in the army and a disaster in the local area, but when he went overseas, his faults became the highlight of Jinzizhuan.

It was still the Governor's Palace with a very blue color, but compared with the previous chanting of scriptures, a crisp collision sound came from the rear of the palace. Deputy King Lawabu, who was wrapped in a big turban, sat upright in front of a square table. Beside him were two Bangladeshi generals with the same robes and beards. The last one was Wu Sangui who rushed to Bangladeshi City.

At this time, Wu Sangui could not see a trace of the Liaodong warlords. He was sweating heavily, with a bitter face and a bitter face. He was trembling and touching the card. After a long time of sadness, he took out the two cakes made of ivory and threw them out with trembling.

"It's so messy!"

The movement was simply uniform. The three decks of cards were opened together, just like winning a huge battle. The three pairs of eyeshadows were deep and the eyes of the Egyptian shemale were covered with bloodshot bloodshots, and the three neat hands were deep.

"Everyone touches himself and gets the money!"

The charm of mahjong called it China's "national quintessence" is indeed high enough, especially the excitement of winning money. Looking at the greedy eyes, Wu Sangui was sly taking out chips while flattering him pitifully.

"The deputy prince is a great country. Even playing cards is so good. If you stay there, I'm afraid Wu will lose all his money. So hurry up and go back to his hometown with his tail clamped!"

"Oh! You businessmen are very cunning. Just count the silk of your Oriental people, and this month the Deputy Prince's Mansion bought a few boxes. If this continues, we will make all our gold and silver!"

Only warriors can gain the respect of warriors. At the beginning, Wu Sangui showed extraordinary strength, especially because he was not only capable, but also very sleek and knew how to flatter him. Take this night of mahjong for example. Every move he played was a minister card. He tried his best to fight to the end, making it difficult for several big men from Bangladesh to play, but at critical moments, he always showed some flaws to let them win. In this way, he won the win and won the fullest.

With two appearances and one plus, Wu Sangui has become a guest of honor at the level of card friends in the Rawab Palace. While touching the cards, the deputy king said casually.

"Silk? Oh! Deputy Prince, did you buy silk from Sari Field? It's not the silk of our East India Company, but it was sold by Lord Jasha's tribe."

It was also so casual that Zhang Hongzhong was played, and Wu Sangui hummed like he was chatting and doing homely.

"It's so annoying! For example, our East India Company has been bringing silk from the Ming Dynasty thousands of miles away, and it takes more than two months to walk on the sea route. A piece of silk can sell five gold coins, which is just a hard-earned money. Lord Jasha sold eight gold coins at one time, and it's a big box of gold coins a year."

"It's not OK to not sell it to him. The people of our East India Company are not allowed to go deep into the empire for trade. If Lord Jasha doesn't collect it, we may have to rot in the port!"

Wu Sangui seemed to have no intention of the speaker, but Rawabu was the listener who was interested. Silk was also considered a luxury in Mughals, so he also asked about it when purchasing the palace. He remembered that it seemed that the best silk would cost twenty gold coins to buy one. From Kolkata and to Bengal City, Jasa could earn fifteen gold coins and earn it on his head.

This made the Governor very upset.

He hit Zhang Liutiao with one hand, and he couldn't help asking, "Have Jasha bought anything with you?"

"Mr. Jasha is very interested in our cannons. Last month, I bought silk and pulled two doors away. Rawab, you don't know that I finally made a profit in this business. In our country, the cannons are only 500 taels per door, only fifty gold coins. I quoted 1,000 gold coins, and Lord Jasha took them away without bargaining! Fortunately, this income, otherwise the business tax collected by the great Majesty Jahan would be almost unable to be paid."

"cannon!"

The Bangladesh ruler could not help but muttered again, and then his interest in playing cards was not that high.

Unlike the unified feudal empire of the Ming Dynasty, the Mughal Empire gained power due to foreign invasions and gained dominance. At the same time, it left a large number of remnants of power in the Delhi Sultanate before the Mughals, and the Lachiput Kingdom, and the Mughal bureaucrats needed to indirectly rule India by ruling them.

Jasha's tribe belongs to one of the Tu tribes.

Even the Jiangnan family that grew up under the command of the Ming Dynasty have become a cancer of the empire and a major concern, not to mention these guys who are not necessarily different from our tribe. While getting rich, they also secretly expand their arms. As the local governor, they are simply idiots without any ideas.

After playing a few more laps, Rawabu broke up the game because he was tired.

That night, if you lose one thousand taels, you will have to lose eight hundred taels. However, Wu Sangui is not at sensation at all. Instead, he leaves the palace with ease and yawns while walking.

But as soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped. He was wrapped in a headscarf and wearing a white robe, but his skin was slightly dark. The court housekeeper who was from a native Indian gave him politely.

"I pay homage to Lord Wu Sangui of Kolkata!"

"Oh? What's the point of asking Mr. Wu?"

"Go back to Lord Wu, Lord Rawab Ming Laonu formed a caravan. In the future, your company will not have to sell the goods in Kolkata, just send someone to follow Laonu!"

The Mughal Empire was both exploiting and guarding against these Western capitalists. Among them, it was very similar to the late Qing Dynasty. It only designated a special area for Western countries to trade and garrison, and did not allow them to go deep into the inland to contact the people of their own country. However, the profit of selling goods on the door was definitely far higher than that of wholesale for Indian merchants to sell, especially the latter who controlled the market by themselves.

Although his court steward looked at him, he was still very cautious, but at least he allowed the Ming and Britain United East India Company to go deep into the inland to go to business. Compared with the East India Company in France, the Netherlands, Spain, and Portugal, Wu Sangui has already taken a step forward.

And like the East India Company, which was run by the British in history, since it has been ashore, how could the East India Company be so honest in doing business?

Burying the smile of victory in the corner of his mouth, Wu Sangui bowed gracefully.

"Thank you, Mr.!"

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When the sky was just dawn in India, it was already ten o'clock in the morning when the ancient empire was in the heart of the east. At the towering and majestic Chaoyang Gate, civil and military officials were neatly placed on both sides of the road. There were also teams of troops from the capital army busy scattering the loess on the ground of the road, and everyone was nervously looking south.

When a gorgeous carriage decorated with a huge gilded dragon-shaped pattern appeared in the pupils of officials, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Regent Mao Jue, he finally returned to the capital!

It was said that it was the Southern Expedition. This guy has been in Hangzhou like a foolish monarch for more than a year and a half. The officials in the capital who had been in the capital for a long time even had the illusion that the Ming Dynasty would move the capital like the Southern Song Dynasty. Moreover, others were the emperors of the sky, and the lord was the civil servants of the sky. Everyone scolded the sky in the capital, but they pretended not to hear it.

Now it’s finally gone. I’ve been working hard for the sake of the people and returned to Beijing. I can finally be the “good emperor of the wise and wise emperor” in the minds of a literati in the “care of civil servants”!

However, there are still a small number of old antiques who are worried. Since Mao Jue has returned to Beijing with great momentum, it is estimated that the days when the enlightened emperor of the capital have been in the world have also entered the countdown. The Ming Dynasty is really about to perish, and the days of changing dynasties are imminent, which makes the old antiques who claim to be loyal ministers of the Ming Dynasty feel confused.

But whether it was welcomed or not, Mao Jue returned carelessly. When he came back, he announced that the three- and four-story Dongjiang-style building complex that was ordered to be renovated and built by the central government officials was officially completed. On the same day, Mao Jue moved here with all civil and military officials, and named the White House, the most central regent's residence office.

This is undoubtedly another strong political signal. The name of the White House seems too vulgar for the scholar-officials who are full of knowledge. But who can call it the name of the palace? Emperor! Mao Jue's meaning of changing dynasties seems to be clearer.

In the evening, with Mao Jue and the first ladies of the Ming Dynasty moved in one after another.

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"master!"

It is also a problem to say that there are too many wives. Starting from the plain clothes, several of them are wearing colorful flowers, and they are neatly squatting. The sweet voices of the audience will be as soft as they hear them. Mao Jue almost snuggled up.

But his face was not intoxicated, but full of sadness. He raised his hands high and surrendered, and he bowed and waved over.

"Madam, I'm wrong, slap in the face!"

For example, he had been on a business trip for a year and a half, leaving his wife at home to guard the empty room. Fortunately, the women of this era were virtuous and kind. If they were in later generations, he would probably not have been green for many times. He could go to Qingqing Grassland and Pleasant Goat to worship the boss. He also knew that he was in the wrong, so he had a correct attitude towards admitting his mistakes as soon as he came up.

Seeing Mao Jue begging for mercy, Chen Jiao led Chiyo-chan, Miss Le'er and the girls showed a satisfied smile, hooked their fingers, Chiyo-hime said in a very queenly manner.

"Whether the slap in the face depends on how sincere the master is to admit his mistake! Bring the gift!"

"There are gifts! There are a lot of gifts!"

When his head was raised, Mao Jue's face showed a bad smile, just like a perverted pervert, and his vulgar appearance would be like a perverted pervert. If the imperial soldiers outside who worshiped him saw the regent's appearance, I don't know how many people had their faith broken and hanged themselves. Rubbing their hands repeatedly, he would keep lit his head.

"I have prepared a tall, powerful, thick and firm gift for you! It will definitely satisfy every lady!"

These words, coupled with Mao Jue's obscene expression, the girls obviously thought it was wrong, and they blushed and spat heavily. Chiyohime even angrily slammed him into a small fist.

"Color embryo, I want to do bad things when I come back!"

"What chromophor! What did I say?"

With a look of being wronged, Mao Jue covered his arms and screamed strangely, and then he was full of mystery. He waved his thumb outside when he was inquiring about the house.

"I know what happens next, please come with your husband!"

Seeing Mao Jue go out straight, instead of a hungry tiger rushing to relieve the pain of lovesickness, his pretending to be mysterious really made the curiosity of several girls. Following him, Chen Jiao and others went downstairs and came out of the White House.

A three-story building next to Mao Jue's White House was busy with the car that Mao Jue returned from Jiangnan, even now, carrying heavy boxes in and out, opening them, revealing dark and heavy iron guys, as if they had received instructions in advance, even if Mao Jue and his family came, these workers should do whatever they should do.

Although, facing the Regent, these workers still smashed their feet unnaturally.

There was a layer of empty on the right side of the building, and the first and second floors were connected together, more than five meters high. A row of open boxes were placed nearby, and a strong smell of ink came out. In the middle, a huge and heavy guy crouched there, with a layer of red cloth covering it. He was staring at the thing intoxicatedly, and after waiting for a few girls to follow in curiously, Mao Jue pulled the red cloth down like a show of romance.

"Dangdangdangdang!!! Are you surprised or surprised?"

His eyes were straightened and he stared at this thing for a long time. Chiyohime, who was so straightforward, then he shouted out loudly.
Chapter completed!