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It's a cold night, the wine is gone, the lamp is dim and drooping.

Mu Yuan was stunned at the table, his eyes full of doubts: "Sir, don't make fun of Mu Yuan. The tribute list is like a huge boulder weighing on the top, and the five leaders are all too busy to take care of themselves and are worried. How can it be 'just the right time' when the disaster is in front of us?"

Chen Zui picked up a long fish bone from the plate and made a white mark on the rough wooden table.

"Your Highness, you didn't say it yourself." Chen Zui looked up from Bai Hen.

"The chiefs were quarreling in the hall today. They were arguing about whose flesh the Sirius man was going to cut with his knife."

Mu Yuan did not answer, but looked along the fishbone.

Chen Zui broke the fish bone into two pieces with two fingers and threw it on the corner of the table:

"Who is willing to try medicine when he is not sick? I came ten days early and thought that Chen was a busy businessman. I came ten days late and the blood had dried up, and it was too late to drink the medicine. But today, everyone has a knife on their body, and Chen happened to have medicine in his sleeve."

Mu Yuan leaned forward half an inch: "Could it be that... the Daning border army is willing to send troops for my Shiwei to resist the Sirius cavalry?"

After asking, Mu Yuan shook his head in a self-deprecating manner: "The leaders have a clear idea in their hearts. When Tie Li was besieged, Han Yue refused to draw his sword to help with a hundred thousand soldiers. Even if Zhou Qianhu has the power to kill the enemy in Pingjin, but no matter how powerful the soldiers and horses are, to the Daning court, they are still only a thousand households. How can a mere battalion of soldiers and horses go to fight for Shiwei against tens of thousands of Sirius troops?"

Chen Zui leaned on the back of the wooden chair and folded his hands in front of his abdomen: "Is it really just the Scimitar of the Sirius that the Wubu heads are afraid of?"

Mu Yuan hesitated for a moment, not understanding what he meant.

"Your Highness only needs to bring eight words for Chen. Whether you see him or not is up to you."

Mu Yuan held his breath: "Which eight characters?"

Chen Zui said word by word: "I'd rather Shang ask for a meeting, and I'll take care of you."

"Just these eight words?" Mu Yuan said.

"That's enough." Chen Zui picked up the wooden bowl and swung the remaining wine, "If there's anything left left, Daning's Qingyan himself will make it clear to them for me."

Mu Yuan knew very well what it meant to be salty in Shiwei. This was the lifeline for the leaders to control the bottom, and it was also the iron chain the Sirius people put on their necks.

Mu Yuan couldn't restrain his impatience and opened his mouth to ask: "Sir, what's the price of this salt? And how can we calculate..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Zui raised his hand to stop him.

"Tomorrow, Your Highness will just sit in the hall and watch the show." Chen Zui raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the bowl.

"His Highness proposed establishing Chang City two years ago, but was laughed at. Chen put down his words today. From tomorrow on, no one in the imperial court will dare to look down on His Highness."

He dusted his clothes, stood up, and added another sentence:

"Of course. If Chen fails to do this job in the palace tomorrow, His Highness will just pretend that he has never heard these drunken conversations tonight, and Chen will just pretend that he has never been to Ermu City. The rules of businessmen are that everyone should bear the capital, and His Highness will not be harmed in the slightest."

Mu Yuan looked at Chen Zui blankly.

The Central Plains Confucian scholar who was originally just easy-going and somewhat arrogant now actually exudes unfathomable power under the lights of this dilapidated post house.

Mu Yuan stood up slowly, smoothed out the wrinkles in his clothes, and bowed deeply to Chen Zui.

After bowing, Mu Yuan turned around and walked out.

When he reached the threshold, he suddenly stopped and said, "The leader of Zada, Mo Dun, is very close to the Sirius people. I will pay attention to you, sir, in the palace tomorrow."

Then he strode into the dark night.

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