Just when the negotiations were deadlocked, the sound of fingers hitting the tabletop came from an inconspicuous corner of the conference room.

The voice was very abrupt. The two sides turned their heads at the same time and saw a man wearing a mask on his face in the corner, slowly tapping on the table.

Wang Jiaping frowned immediately. He didn't notice the person in the corner. When did he enter the conference room? Or had he sat there long ago?

He looked at Ma Guang as he didn't see it, and said with a smile: "Sir, the imperial envoy! You are the saying that business is not true. As long as you sit down, everything can be discussed!"

This sentence made Wang Jiaping grin. Did Ma Guang treat him as a small vegetable vendor?

I was determined to leave, but when I saw the imperial seal placed on the table, I gritted my teeth and sat down.

"The Ming Dynasty is rich all over the world, Ran... Ran..." Wang Jiaran couldn't continue to say for a long time. Who told him to wave his hand just now and said that the cost was all included.

Ma Guang did not have a cold talk, and took the conversation and said, "Sir, the imperial envoy! We also know the difficulties of the imperial court. There are droughts in the northwest, floods in the south of the Yangtze River, and military disasters in the southwest. It is understandable that we cannot afford too much money for the moment.

but……"

After hearing the previous few words, Wang Jiaping's face calmed down a little, but as soon as the "but" came out, his heart rose again.

Ma Guang pushed a map to the Wang family screen, pointed at Jiangnan and said, "Mr. Is it okay for the imperial court to have no silver coins, so why not hand over Jiangnan to the Marquis of Jingbei Mansion for a hundred years?

As long as Jiangnan is handed over to the Marquis of Jingbei, it can be guaranteed that not only can the expenses of the western expedition be exempted, but the court can also receive taxes equal to those of previous years every year. I wonder what the Lord wants to do?”

Hearing Ma Guang's words, Wang Jiaping almost overturned the negotiating table. Jiangnan was the richest place in the Ming Dynasty, and the annual taxes accounted for the majority of the total income of the Ming Dynasty.

But is this a matter of money? Giving Jiangnan to the Jingbei Army is tantamount to putting a rope around the neck of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Jingbei Army was unhappy one day and directly cut off the tax, the Ming Dynasty would have to drink the northwest wind.

More importantly, most of the officials in the court came from the south, and their wealth came from the south. The Jingbei Army was cutting off their roots when it was running Jiangnan.

Even if Comrade Xiao Zhu agreed, they would never agree. As long as Wang Jiaping dared to propose it, he would be sent to Zhao Prison in less than three days and he would be labeled as a traitorous minister.

"No! It's impossible! I am a Ming Dynasty with millions of soldiers..." Wang Jiaping stood up again, roared with a beard and stared at him.

Ma Guang waved his hand helplessly and said, "Okay, okay! Lord of the Imperial Commander! Don't show off your millions of troops. Not to mention whether the court can mobilize the soldiers of the serf-like guards to the north, nor whether these guards can fight. It is not something that the court can afford to collect civilians for millions of people.

There are also the consumption of soldiers, armor, food, pay, tents, etc., which can the court afford?

So…ah!”

Ma Guang's words directly pointed to Wang Jiaping's fatal point. The Ming Dynasty nominally had millions of troops, but most of them were guard soldiers who could not fight.

Usually, I am a tenant of an officer, so don’t think about fighting. If you walk faster, you will die if you die. You can’t even take weapons. How can you go to the battlefield?

Wang Jiaping still said unwillingly: "The court cannot afford millions of troops, and in a small area of ​​Nuergandusi, can he afford hundreds of thousands of string control men?"

After hearing this, Ma Guang leaned on the back of the chair and stared at Wang Jiaping with an idiot's eyes and said, "The imperial envoy is wrong. These people don't need my marquis to invite them. They just need to make a sound, so there will naturally be someone to help!"

Seeing that Wang Jiaping wanted to speak, Ma Guang raised his hand to stop the other party and continued, "Everyone of the Mongolian men is a cavalry, and they can fight by raising their horses.

Moreover, they don’t need supplies, they can go on the battle with just a few cattle and sheep. If they really can’t bring a few mares, they can survive by drinking horse milk!

When the Jingbei Army conquered Mongolia, they were left to clean the battlefield, and no one was eating it all. So! There was a saying circulating on the grassland, that was: Follow the Jingbei Army to have meat to eat!"

"This..." Wang Jiaping leaned weakly on the back of the chair, because what Ma Guang said was the fact that if the Jingbei Army had such a move, hundreds of thousands of Mongolians would be enough for the imperial court to drink. If it were paired with the Jingbei Army's invincible artillery and extremely sharp muskets, the Ming Dynasty was really no match for others.

Wang Jiaping waved his hand helplessly: "It is impossible for Jiangnan to be handed over to the Jingbei Army. Even if you don't want it with the imperial seal, it is impossible!"

He looked at the jade seal on the table again, and a feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart. Compared with the lifeblood of the Ming Dynasty, the imperial seal was nothing.

"Boom!" Another knock came, as if a heavy hammer hit Wang Jiaping's heart. Wang Jiaping had the urge to rush up and beat this person, which always disrupted his mind at critical moments.

Ma Guang heard the sound and pulled the map back, handed over another map and said, "Don't make trouble, Lord, the imperial envoy! Let's do whatever we want!"

Hearing this sentence, Wang Jiaping was as if he had smashed the smiling face in front of him, staring at Ma Guang coldly without saying a word.

"Ahem!"

Ma Guang coughed lightly, handed over a larger map, and said, "If Jiangnan makes the imperial envoy embarrassed, other places can do it too!

For example, along the East China Sea coast, and in the mountains and Shaanxi, and in the sky, it is also possible…”

"No! None of these things can do!" Wang Jiaping was furious. The guy in front of him was about to cut off the Ming Dynasty!

Even if he could not give that place to the Jingbei Army, he could even imagine that the Jingbei Army would definitely stir up the storm of the Ming Dynasty when it took these places, and a big chaos would be around.

But when Ma Guang's fingers were staying in Liaodong intentionally or unintentionally, Wang Jiaping couldn't help but lit up. Liaodong is almost the same as Nuer Gandusi. Although it is nominally owned by the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court cannot control it at all.

After the incident in Korea, Li Chengliang almost broke with the court. Especially after the battle on the grassland, the Liaodong army replaced the cannons and was not afraid of the Ming court at all. The two sides fought each other in Jizhen, but they did not start a fight immediately.

If the court sold Liaodong to the Jingbei Army, would Li Chengliang surrender? If they fought, the court might not be able to...

Thinking of this, Wang Jiaping pointed to the map with his hand and said, "Just here, Liaodong can be handed over to the Jingbei Marquis Mansion to operate, but it still belongs to the Ming Dynasty!"

When Ma Guang heard this, his head shook like a rattle and waved his hand, "No! Absolutely not! Liaodong Kuhan is similar to Nuer Gandusi, what is the purpose of Jingbei Hou Mansion?"

Wang Jiaping was so happy that he gave it to you just because he was useless. He then said, "The land must be Liaodong, no other place can be imagined!"

The two sides fought for a long time, and finally Liaodong discounted 10 million silver coins and handed them over to the Jingbei Hou Mansion for business.
Chapter completed!