The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

"I want five hundred Cuju!"

"I want six hundred Cuju!"

"I want a thousand!"

"I want two thousand!"

It turned out that they were sent by Yelu Feixue and Wanyan Sheng to buy Cuju.

Fortunately, okay, I didn’t come here to rob.

Liu Yuanhui breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the crowd, and asked in fluent nomadic language: "You two, don't fight, harmony will make you rich. I wonder how many Cuju each of the two masters ordered you to buy?".

"My master wants a hundred Cuju!" said the Jurchen.

"My master wants one hundred and ten!" the Khitan said.

"How many finished new Cuju do we still have in our library?" Liu Yuanhui asked Bailey.

"There are still about three hundred more!" Bailey said.

Liu Yuanhui then turned around and said, "I will prepare the Cuju you two need right now!"

"No!" said the Jurchen: "How can it be possible that our country of Jin buys less Cuju than the mere people of Liao! I want two hundred!"

"How can there be more Jin people than me in Daliao! I want three hundred!" said the Khitan.

The two couldn't argue.

"Both of you!" Liu Yuanhui interrupted the argument: "One hundred and twenty for each team! Same number! What do you two think!?"

The Jin and Liao teams remained silent, and Liu Yuanhui Quan took them as their acquiescence.

Just as Liu Yuanhui signaled Bailey to pick up the goods, a shout came from outside the door.

"How can we, the Great Jin Kingdom, be on an equal footing with the Khitans! Five hundred Cuju, not one less!" Wanyan Sheng said, pushing aside the crowd and walking in.

"A mere Jurchen dares to be so presumptuous and insult me, Daliao! I want a thousand Cuju!" As soon as he finished speaking, Yelu Feixue stepped on everyone's shoulders and landed in the Cuju hall like a dragonfly.

"Okay! I have comforted the little one, but the big one is in trouble this time!" Liu Yuanhui thought to himself.

"Ouch! Isn't this Yelu Feixue! Did your emperor sleep well recently?" Wanyan Sheng asked.

"Thanks to Brother Yan Sheng, my emperor brother eats well and sleeps well. But the emperor of your country is already old. I wonder if he can still eat?" Yelv Feixue replied.

"Hmph! Ignorant kid!" Wanyan Sheng said and punched Yelv Feixue.

Yelu Feixue raised her foot to block her fist: "You braided man!"

With a sweet cry, she immediately pulled out the long whip from her waist and struck Wanyan Sheng's neck.

Wanyan Sheng then drew out his long sword and challenged him!

With a "dang" sound, the two weapons collided together, causing sparks to fly!

Liu Yuanhui quickly stepped forward to stop him: "You two! Please don't use force. Let's talk to each other!"

"Brother Liu (Mr. Liu)!" the two said in unison.

"That's Liu Yuanhui!" Liu Yuanhui said.

"That's easy, Brother Liu. I want five hundred Cuju. You and I are friends! Get the goods quickly!" Wanyan Sheng said.

"I have more than this person! I want five hundred and one! Mr. Liu won't forget me, right?" Yelu Feixue said.

Liu Yuanhui smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "Luckily he is an envoy from the two countries, why are you arguing like a child?"

"Let's do this, five hundred for each person, but the store doesn't have that much inventory right now. You two will tell me where you live, and they will be delivered to you in two days!" Liu Yuanhui said.

"No!" Yelu and Wanyan said in unison.

Wanyan Sheng punched him again, but Yelu Feixue dodged and then ran behind Wanyan Sheng.

The whip was whipped towards his waist, and Wanyan Sheng instantly put the knife upright behind him to block the blow.

Both groups of men and horses also drew their swords one after another, and the situation seemed to be out of control.

At the critical moment, there was only a loud noise, and a big hole appeared in the roof of the Cuju Hall!

Along the entrance of the cave, a pile of tiles slid down and hit the middle of the two teams, which could easily separate the Jin and Liao teams!

Then, a Cuju fell into Liu Yuanhui's hands along the entrance of the cave.

Everyone looked at Liu Yuanhui and saw him leisurely put his feet back and said with a wide smile: "Haha, look at the quality of the Cuju at our Yuanhui Cuju Hall! The roof is broken, but it is intact!"

The Cuju Hall became quiet.

After a long while, Wanyan Sheng narrowed his eyes and asked, "Brother Liu, are you threatening me with this kick?"

"Brother Wanyan, how dare I threaten you! But..." Liu Yuanhui walked between Wanyan Sheng and Yelu Feixue, and then said softly: "If you two want to lead a team to fight, please don't come to my Liu Yuanhui's store. You can do it." Going outside is just to remind you that according to the laws of the Song Dynasty, fighting in the street will be punished as treason, that is, beheading. Yuan Hui knows that all the envoys are highly skilled in martial arts, but there are 800,000 forbidden troops outside Bianliang City. There is really going to be trouble. I still want to leave, but I’m afraid it won’t be that simple.”

"You are still a threat, Young Master Liu!" Yelu Feixue said, shaking the whip in his hand.

"Yuanhui is just stating the facts," Liu Yuanhui cupped his hands towards the two of them: "You two are just here to buy Cuju. You see, within two days I will arrange to make a thousand Cuju, and give two each five hundred. Send them over. I will make free Cuju suits for both of you, and attach a booklet on the rules of Cuju in the Song Dynasty to thank you for your support of my Cuju business. What do you think?"

After the words fell, Wanyan Sheng and Yelv Feixue looked at each other.