I became the tyrant's only belief.

Chapter 70 Suffering a Misfortune

There were two famous dens of illicit sex in the capital of Sheng State, one named Wanfang Tower and the other named Chunmanyuan.

The girls in Wanfang Tower are of various shapes and sizes, appealing to both the elite and the masses.

The girls can chat with you about everything from poetry and songs to the philosophy of life, and can also drink and play finger-guessing games with you. The guests they receive range from literati and scholars to porters and hawkers. As long as they can afford a cup of tea, they can come in and sit down.

Of course, the price for ordering flowers is different.

For a cup of tea that costs two taels of silver, you can only watch the free singing and dancing in the lobby, and you can only stay there for a quarter of an hour. If you don't make any other purchases after the time limit, someone will ask you to leave.

The girls in the Spring Garden are beautiful and charming, good at singing and dancing, and proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Their personalities are either lively, enthusiastic or cold, each with their own charm.

However, Chunmanyuan only welcomes elegant guests, and only those who match the couplets hanging at the door are qualified to enter and sit down.

It is a favorite place for many literati and scholars.

If you want Hua Niang to accompany you, you have to answer the questions asked by Hua Niang, otherwise you won't even be able to see Hua Niang.

The two businesses happened to be right across from each other, which seemed to be a bit of a competition.

Just walking along this street you can smell the mixed scent of cosmetics, the pleasant sounds of stringed instruments and the soft laughter of women all make people unable to help but take a look inside.

Tonight these two places are as lively as ever.

In the lobby of Wanfang Building, there was a lot of noise and fragrance, but it did not affect the guests on the third floor.

In the most secluded box on the third floor, the windows were opened and the cool night wind blew in, diluting the pungent fragrance and making the bead curtains rustle.

Behind the bead curtain, the dishes on the round table were steaming and the copper pot in the middle was bubbling.

The two men sat opposite each other.

"I heard that the ambassador likes to eat copper pot hot pot meat, so I specially ordered this dish. Please ask the ambassador to try it and see how it compares to the one in Gaochang Kingdom?" The person who spoke was wearing a black mask that covered the upper half of his face, so his specific appearance could not be seen clearly.

The Gaochang envoy Ainiwar pointed at his face and said, "Take off the mask, otherwise, we won't have any business."

He was about thirty years old, with short dark brown hair, high eyebrows, deep eyes, and a straight nose. He was a handsome young man.

His loose robe was embroidered with lotus patterns in silver thread, which shone brightly in the candlelight in the room and was extremely gorgeous.

The masked man smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ambassador. Once the deal is done, I will take off the mask and let you see my true face."

Eniwal was obviously not satisfied with this answer. He crossed his arms and said, "I am sincere, but you are not. I don't do business with people who are not sincere."

He stood up and was about to leave, but the masked man didn't react at all. He even reached out his chopsticks to pick up the mutton that was being boiled in the copper pot.

Seeing Eniwal walking to the door at a snail's pace that was inconsistent with his height, he slowly swallowed the delicious shabu-shabu in his mouth and said:
"The Ambassador wants something that only I can provide. Once you leave this door, you will never have this opportunity again. Ambassador, don't you worry that because of a momentary impulse, the entire Gaochang Kingdom will lose its great helper, firearms?"

Eniwal paused.

The masked man continued, "I have heard that the Tatars have been constantly invading and looting in recent years, causing great headaches for the King of Gaochang. Why don't you come back and sit down and talk with me while we eat?"

Eniwal clenched his fists, cursed Shengren for being cunning, and turned back and sat down unwillingly.

The masked man picked up the serving chopsticks and put a piece of mutton in the dry sauce dish for him. "Ambassador, please try it."

Eniwal didn't want to eat it, but judging from the masked man's attitude, if he didn't eat the mutton hotpot with chopsticks, he probably wouldn't be able to make the deal.

After thinking about it, Ainiwal picked up the chopsticks, put the mutton into his mouth, chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then opened his mouth to show the masked man, "I've eaten it, let's talk business."

"Don't be anxious, Ambassador. We need to talk about business slowly. Try this fish sashimi." The masked man wanted to suppress the arrogance of the envoy from Gaochang Kingdom. Only when he made him impatient could he negotiate the price.

Eniwal stared at the fish sashimi in the bowl with a frown on his face, feeling very dissatisfied with the masked man's dilatory attitude.

He suppressed his anger and picked up the fish sashimi and put it into his mouth.

Seeing him eating, the masked man's smile deepened, and he introduced the roast duck next to him. Eniwal...continue eating.

After tasting all the dishes on the table, Eniwal was completely out of temper.

Seeing that the time was right, the masked man put down his chopsticks, took out a folded list from his arms, and pushed it in front of Eniwal.

"This is something in someone's hand. Ambassador, take a look first."

Eniwal sucked the soup from his thumb, picked up the paper and opened it.

I thought it was some difficult Chinese characters, but I didn't expect it to be Uighur.

He immediately looked up to the masked man, and his dissatisfaction with being delayed for so long also subsided a little.

The masked man turned over two teacups, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of fragrant tea.

"What does the Ambassador think?"

"Do you really have all the things on the paper?" Eniwal waved the paper in his hand at him, obviously still having doubts about this.

Firearms are so important that if used properly they can even determine the outcome of a war. So why are they sold so easily?

If anyone in Gaochang dared to do this, he would definitely chop off that guy's head and hang it on the city wall for public display.

"Of course we have them. Don't worry, Ambassador." The masked man pushed one of the cups of fragrant tea to Eniwal's hand.

Eniwal stared at the mask on his face, as if he wanted to stare a hole in it. "Who are you? Why do you have these things?"

"I'm sorry I can't tell you." The masked man took a sip of tea to relieve his greasiness, and raised the corners of his lips. "As long as the ambassador knows and can afford the price, I can supply the ambassador."

Enivar looked at the paper and then at him. "Your mask."

The masked man said, "Once the deal is concluded, the ambassador signs the documents, and a portion of the deposit is paid, I will take off the mask."

"You'd better not lie to me." Eniwal narrowed his eyes and stroked the dagger at his waist with his big hands. The threat was self-evident.

The masked man glanced at his waist and said, "I am a trustworthy person in business. Ambassador, please rest assured."

Eniwal looked away doubtfully and slapped the paper on the table, "Too expensive, cheaper, a little more!"

For the next half hour, the two engaged in fierce bargaining.

The general process is:
Ainiwar: I buy more, so it’s cheaper!
Masked Man: Dismissed.

Eniwar: If you buy this time, you can get it next time at a cheaper price!
Masked Man: Dismissed.

……

Eniwal used all the bargaining skills he learned at Shengguo Vegetable Market, but unfortunately he suffered a disastrous defeat on his first practice.

The masked man has only one attitude: the goods are limited, you can buy it if you want.

Eniwal: "..."

Oh, those ladies at Caishikou lied to me!
"I'll buy it!" Eniwal took out a stack of gold leaves from his arms and slapped them on the table with great generosity.

He is indeed rich.

The masked man immediately took out the document he had prepared long ago and said, "Please sign and seal the document, ambassador."

Eniwal had just read the document and was about to stamp it when he heard a loud bang and the tightly closed door was suddenly kicked open.

(End of this chapter)