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He Ling is very talkative. Although his ancestral home is Baoji, he knows the customs and customs of the whole world, from Liaodong and Beijiang in the north to Lingnan, Annan and Siam in the south. There is nothing he does not know, and there is nothing he dares not Said.

What's more interesting is that in some places, he coincides with Zhang Jingche, which can be called "heroes see the same thing".

"...To tell you the truth, Mr. Zhang, from what I can see, the current imperial court is rudimentary and conservative, and it's just a matter of maintaining success, but it is absolutely impossible to forge ahead." He Ling poured himself a bowl of kumiss, "Actually, the Central Plains is full of gold, only the Western Regions Together with Fujian and Zhejiang, they can attract countless financial resources.”

The kumiss has a strong aroma, Yang Fan was so greedy, he sneakily stretched out his claws, barely touched the edge of the wine bowl, but was interrupted by Zhang Jingche's fan.

Zhang Kui-shou remained calm, pushed a plate of beef jerky in front of Yang Fan, and signaled with his eyes: "You eat this!"

Dingbian Hou showed aggrieved look, but he didn't dare to disobey, he touched a piece of beef jerky and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Boss He is talking about the Silk Road trade road and Nanyang trade," Zhang Jingche said calmly, "I have heard a little bit about it... It's just that during the reign of the first emperor, the imperial court issued a ban on seas, and private fleets were not allowed to sail. Boss He wanted to open up Nanyang. Shangdao, I’m afraid it’s not that easy.”

The curtain was lifted at this moment, and two beautiful maidservants worked together to bring out a silver plate, inside which was a freshly roasted lamb, the color of the lamb was like red gold, and it was full of fat.He Ling stood up, cut up the mutton himself, and distributed it to Zhang Jingche and Yang Fan.He looked at Yang Fan extra, and said meaningfully: "This brother looks extraordinary, he doesn't look like an ordinary follower, how do you call him?"

Yang Fan stole a piece of mutton from Zhang Jingche's plate and stuffed it into his mouth, and gave He Ling an equally meaningful smile: "I share a plate with my son, what do you think is the relationship between us?"

Zhang Jingche took a mouthful of milk wine stuck in his throat and almost choked it out.

He Ling was indeed well-informed, and he was not stunned by the stroke of Dingbianhou's genius. He was just a little stunned, and then quickly came back to his senses: "So that's the case, I'm taking the liberty, I can't think of the two... Haha, Mr. Zhang is really good at playing, he is worthy of being a person who has traveled by sea!"

Zhang Jingche narrowed his eyes slightly, and the hand holding the wine bowl gave an imperceptible pause.

"Mr. Zhang said just now that the imperial court issued an order to ban the sea. Although the words are true, they can only fool laymen." He Ling put his hand on his chin and looked at Zhang Jingche with a smile. You have sent caravans to sea every year for [-] years, and although you have to break through the coastal checkpoints, the profit from this round trip is enough to feed a strong army."

Yang Fan turned his head abruptly and stared straight at Zhang Jingche, which probably meant: Have you ever done such a thing?

Zhang Jingche felt a little uncomfortable, not because He Ling exposed his illegal activities of going to sea without permission, but because the surname He exposed it in front of Dingbian Hou, which gave him the illusion of running naked in the street in broad daylight.

Although Chief Zhang had made up his mind to be honest and honest, he was not "honest" to this extent.

"It is true that gold is hidden everywhere in Nanyang... As far as I know, Boss He's brother was caught in a storm on the way out to sea, and unfortunately died." Zhang Jingche, who had regained his senses, unhurriedly turned He Ling into the army, "The He family It is announced to the outside world that brother Ling died of a sudden illness, and I am afraid that he does not want the court to know that the He family has done something to go to sea without permission, right?"

Just like He Ling knew Zhang Jingche's deeds in the Western Regions like the back of his hand, Zhang Jingche also investigated the He family thoroughly.After being stripped off layer by layer by the former commander of Jin Yiwei, He Ling's face was obviously a little ugly.

At this moment, the beautiful maidservant who had just delivered the mutton opened the curtain, hurried up to him, leaned over and said something in He Ling's ear.He Ling's expression changed slightly, and he turned his head and said, "Where's the person?"

The maidservant whispered: "It's in the back tent."

He Ling's expression was slightly stern, and he said "Sorry, excuse me" to Zhang Jingche, got up and walked out of the tent.

After He Ling left, Yang Fan leaned into Zhang Jingche's ear and said in a low voice, "It's the Western Regions, and it's going to the South Seas, Mr. Zhang's handwriting is really not small... To be honest, what good things have you done all these years? "

Zhang Jingche was expressionless: "In addition to opening up business routes in the Western Regions and sending ships south, there are also private smelting of copper and iron and formation of private armies... What, Lord Hou plans to arrest me and send me back to Beijing for trial?"

Yang Fan: "..."

Dingbian Hou found that the hole he had dug with great painstaking care had buried him in the end.

He rubbed his nose, and turned the conversation around: "The water in Nanyang is very deep. If you don't know the basics, you won't be able to open the situation easily... How did you find the way?"

Zhang Jingche had no intention of hiding it from him: "Do you still remember the boss Zong of the Haichao Gang?"

Yang Fan was stunned.

The tide gang is the largest gang in the south of the Yangtze River, and everyone from merchant ship helpers to coastal fishermen has been recruited.Zhang Jingche wanted to send a ship into the sea to open up trade routes in Nanyang, so it was the most convenient way to seek help from the Haichao Gang.

"Boss Zong and I have a little friendship, and I can open up the situation in Nanyang thanks to his help." Zhang Jingche summed up the bumpy process of sending the ship south in a few words, "Nanyang's dividends are as rich as those on the Silk Road in the Western Regions." In fact, it’s no wonder that the He family in Baoji also wants to get a share of the pie. It’s a pity that shipping is lucrative and risky. Death, otherwise, the He family's fortune will not fall on He Ling's head."

Yang Fan subconsciously picked up the wine bowl, was slapped on the back of his hand by Zhang Jingche, and then put it down angrily: "This He Ling is also a capable person, the old man of the He family is not mistaken...It's a pity that he is too capable. Don’t let him down. If he wants to make waves, sooner or later he will be swallowed up by the waves he created.”

Zhang Jingche smiled and seemed to agree.

He Ling disappeared for half an hour after he left. Zhang Jingche and Yang Fan waited in the big tent without the slightest bit of impatience.Yang Fan even sneaked out a hand, grabbed Zhang Jingche's wrist and rubbed it repeatedly, as if enjoying the delicate texture of the skin.

Zhang Jingche turned his head and gave him a blank stare.

Yang Fan had a hippie smile on his face: "You said that you travel all over the world every day, in the wind and rain, how come your skin is still so good?"

Zhang Jingche's hands itched when he saw him laughing, and he really wanted to knock a folding fan on Dingbianhou's head. At this moment, someone raised the curtain, and He Ling, who had been away for a long time, finally returned.

"Sorry, I've waited for so long." He Ling was full of guilt, and raised his glass as soon as he came up, "There are temporary changes, and the subordinates are useless, so I have to go there in person, Mr. Zhang, please don't take offense."

"It's okay," Zhang Jingche seemed tolerant, "Boss He's family has a big business, and it should be a lot of noble people."

"It's not a big deal," He Ling followed suit, "There are a few friends from the north who have to say hello...According to these friends, they came after a nobleman, about Stay in Zidal for a few days."

Zhang Jingche turned his head, and exchanged a look with Yang Fan indiscriminately.

He Ling didn't seem to notice the private interaction between the two, so he smiled and said, "These friends are impatient. On the first day in Qidal, they have searched the inside and outside of the sky, but unfortunately they found nothing... ...They really have no choice but to ask me for help."

As if nothing had happened, Zhang Jingche even leisurely took out a towel and wiped his mouth calmly: "Looking for someone? To tell you the truth, Boss, I have been down in Zidal for a few days and have some understanding of the situation here. If you need help , Boss He just opens his mouth."

He acted too calmly, He Lin glanced suspiciously back and forth between the two of them, and frowned imperceptibly.

"It's not a big deal, and it's not worth the trouble of Mr. Zhang." He Ling quickly let go of his suspicions and shifted his focus to the Nanyang trade road. If you want to make progress, you should seek stability now... Haven't you ever thought about accepting a reliable ally for yourself?"

Zhang Jingche rolled his eyes, and directly stated his purpose: "Boss He wants to get a share of the Nanyang Commercial Road?"

He Ling smiled sincerely: "Mr. Zhang is a smart person, and you must understand the truth of 'It's hard to get fat alone'."

Zhang Jingche put his face on his face and thought for a while, then said simply: "Yes."

He Ling and Yang Fan looked at him in unison.

He Ling didn't expect Zhang Jingche to agree so simply. Instead of being surprised, he became more suspicious: "Mr. Zhang...does he have some conditions?"

Zhang Jingche winked at him... just as the corners of his eyes curled up, his wrist suddenly hurt, but Yang Fan twisted it hard.

Zhang Kuisou frowned slightly, and lowered the corners of his eyes calmly: "It's only natural...there is no such thing as a pie in the sky. Boss He is a smart person, so he should understand it better than anyone else, right?"

He Ling looked solemn: "What does Mr. Zhang want?"

Zhang Jingche also rested his chin on one hand, and looked at He Ling with a smile: "I want the food road between Boss He and Beijiang, can Boss He agree?"

He Ling suddenly restrained his smile, his eyes were almost sharp.

Zhang Jingche was not in a hurry, still looking at him with a smile, his tensed shoulders slightly relaxed.

The moment He Ling showed his momentum, he realized that he was at a disadvantage - Zhang Jingche might not really want the grain road in the north, he was just testing.He doubted He Ling, and without conclusive evidence, he could only go straight in and test He Ling's reaction in the most direct way.

And He Ling's vigilance and killing intent had already revealed the answer.

After a long while, He Ling breathed out slightly: "Young master Zhang will ask such a question, and I think he has already grasped a certain reason. If I deny it, wouldn't it be insincere?"

Zhang Jingche unfolded the folding fan, and tapped on the plate: "Boss He knows how rich the dividends of the Nanhai business road are. If you want to take a bite of the fat, you will naturally have to pay the corresponding price."

He Ling pondered for a moment, then suddenly changed the topic: "Speaking of sincerity, I also have a question—Mr. Zhang, do you know who my friend from the north is after?"

Zhang Jingche didn't take it seriously, and even took the dagger, and cut a piece of meat from the cold roast lamb: "Who is it?"

He Ling paused every word: "Marquis of Dingbian, Yang Fan."

Zhang Jingche let out an "oh", and put the meat into his mouth to chew slowly.

He Ling: "..."

Boss He couldn't figure out whether this person was sincere or just putting on airs, so he simply probed further: "I heard that Mr. Zhang and Marquis Dingbian have a very close relationship?"

Zhang Jingche didn't seem to understand the sharpness of what he said, and even blinked with a smile: "Guess?"

He Ling lowered his eyes, and knocked heavily on the table with the hand holding the wine bowl. The next moment, the curtain was lifted, and the men in black clothes rushed into the tent, and the swords were unsheathed, killing the whole group of people. Surrounded in the center.

This came out of nowhere, but neither Zhang Jingche nor Yang Fan expressed surprise.Yang Fan subconsciously touched the sharp weapon at his waist, Zhang Jingche's hand hidden under the case suddenly reached out, and grabbed Ding Bianhou's wrist.

He was still calm, and even took a sip from the wine bowl: "Boss He, the guests you invited are so presumptuous, do you, the host, not bother?"

He Ling took out a handful of walnuts from nowhere, and peeled them slowly: "Master Zhang, the most important thing in forming an alliance is to treat people with sincerity. This is the end of the matter. Are you going to introduce us to your...friend?"

Yang Fan glanced at Zhang Jingche and saw that he had no objection, so he took off the human skin mask on his face.The moment Dingbianhou's true face was revealed, the men in black all around took half a step back in unison.

It seems that there are thousands of troops hidden behind the single-handed Dingbianhou, who does not know which gust of sand will come.

He Ling's smile was tinged with coldness: "Sure enough, it's the Marquis of Dingbian...Jiu Yang."

Yang Fan smiled on the surface: "Boss He is too polite."

He couldn't help but glanced at Zhang Jingche, the Mr. Chief still sat in his seat as motionless as a mountain, turning a blind eye to the swords on his neck: "Boss He, have you explained your funeral yet?"

He Ling almost laughed out loud: "Mr. Zhang, at this moment, who do you think should explain the funeral?"

Zhang Jingche raised his eyes: "Since you know that the person next to me is the Marquis of Dingbian, you should know that Marquis Yang is a Dinghaishen needle of the Great Yin Dynasty Hall. If this Dinghaishen needle is folded here, guess how Jingzhong will react?"

He Ling gradually restrained his smile.

"Yang Hou may not be popular in Beijing, but he is the commander of the four realms after all. If he died here inexplicably, even if he gave an explanation to the troops stationed in various places, he must find out the truth," Zhang Jingche pushed the cold blade away, Leaning forward, looking straight into He Ling's eyes, "Boss He, who do you think will be the court's first swordsman?"

He Ling's expression became more and more serious, and he couldn't tell whether it was awe-inspiring or cold.

"Of course, Boss He can keep this matter under wraps so that no news is leaked," Zhang Jingche said slowly about He Ling's thoughts, "but you have to think about it, there is no impenetrable wall in this world, is it true?" Can the news be covered tightly? Not to mention, the moment the Marquis of Dingbian arrived in Qidal, the news had already been sent back to the Central Plains. If there is no second letter sent back within ten days, someone will naturally inform Ganshan of the news. The chief envoy and the military envoy...even the Youyunwei and Jinyiwei in Beijing!"

He Ling's pupils shrank suddenly.

Zhang Jingche smiled, but the smile was sharp: "Boss He, if I remember correctly, your clansmen are all in Baoji, right? When the emperor is angry, the land will be cut off... Boss He, you can stand the death penalty of the nine clans." sins?"

He Ling twirled the emerald beads on his wrist: "Master Zhang, are you threatening me?"

Zhang Jingche shook his head: "It's not so much a threat, it's more like a reminder... I think that Dingbianhou is a more ideal partner than the Beile people, what do you think?"