Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 282 - 284: Robbery? Isn’t this just you not wanting the payment?

Chapter 282: Chapter 284: Robbery? Isn’t this just you not wanting the payment?

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“???” His smile was somewhat strange, as he had plans to demand these very things from the Great Nether Dynasty.

“Such military armaments are no less than the tools of Demon Machines and Evil Spirits.”

“I shall report to His Majesty in writing, recounting today’s events in full detail.” The Minister of Revenue knew that the benefits had been snatched by Wang Cheng and that he would be the one in trouble when the time came. He must warn Emperor Shen You in advance.

“Hmph, I will visit in person. These military armaments can be one million Silver Taels, and you’ll accompany me to the Ministry of Finance to collect the silver note.” Hearing this, Wang Cheng naturally knew his attempt to coerce had failed, but he must not rush; he had to bide his time and plot patiently.

“If that’s the case, then this trade is off.” The smiling man was no fool either. As a main commercial operator in the Magic Continent, he was participating in a seller’s market; if you don’t want it, he wouldn’t insist, considering the territory would not suffer the loss.

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“It seems you, Lord Wang, intend to coerce. In that case, I renounce this batch of munitions and I’ll take my leave.” The smiling man knew the other party definitely had a great conspiracy, so he had to escape the situation first.

“Someone, escort Lord Smiling Face to rest, and by the way, have the Ministry of Finance bring over that one million Silver Taels notes, so Lord Smiling Face cannot accuse us of coercion.”

“Could it be that your country does not use currency but trades in Shell Coins?”

“Just a merchant after all, can the Lord of Demon Soil afford to fall out with Great Nether over this? If we can grasp this merchant in our hands, we can use him as a wedge to reap future benefits. We might simply need to concede more advantages to the Lord of Demon Soil in future military equipment deals, and the matter will resolve itself.” Wang Cheng was not overly concerned.

“Grand Secretary, His Majesty once said to plot things slowly, our actions may well be…” The Minister of Revenue hesitated in his speech, clearly feeling this approach quite underhanded.

“Lord Wang jests. We only sell munitions,” said the smiling man in direct response.

“Our family head’s products are naturally not mediocre,” stated the smiling man calmly. These were simply the Crimson System munitions phased out over nearly ten generations, which essentially meant unsellable stock piled up in the warehouse. This discount event was an excellent opportunity to clear them out.

“Why the rush to leave, Lord Smiling Face? Our great and vast nation would certainly not do something as barbaric as strong-arm robbery. Please, stay in Great Nether for a few days and don’t rush back,” said Wang Cheng with a smile.

“As for resources, I can’t provide them. Take the one thousand Silver Taels note if you want, otherwise, there’s nothing,” Wang Cheng stated bluntly, like bluntly sharpened meat.

“The quality of this batch is good, but I wonder if your country also deals in food, copper, and iron?” said Wang Cheng, changing the subject without dwelling on munitions too long.

“Cancel the deal? Why cancel it? You’re the one refusing the payment, what does it have to do with me?” Wang Cheng asked with feigned surprise.

After all, this was not the first generation to conquer the world with Emperor Shen You. More often than not, there were more internal conflicts than external ones.

Just a merchant, after all, Wang Cheng did not really consider him something he could manipulate at will.

Judging from the opponent’s demeanor from the very beginning, Wang Cheng had not taken him seriously, even displaying great disdain.

Great Nether was a traditional feudal society, emphasizing agriculture over commerce. Scholars and military generals, who were originally of high status, were overshadowed by magicians, resulting in a hierarchical integration of magic, agriculture, industry, and commerce.

Wang Cheng did not respond to Smiling Face’s words, thinking to himself, ‘The world of Demon Soil is so bountiful, it’s a shame that these barbarians benefit from it. If it were in Great Nether, why worry about not being able to sweep the world and recreate the universe.’

He then gave his bodyguards a look, indicating that since the Minister of Revenue was being uncooperative, the only option was to let him “fall ill” for a while until his plan was complete.

And the breakthrough, of course, would be this merchant. His status in Demon Soil was not low, and if he incurred losses, he would inevitably need compensation, which would certainly result in him reluctantly promoting Great Nether’s interests.

Soon a team of Soldier Armor took him away and imprisoned him, and Wang Cheng was secretly elated.

The Minister of Revenue, listening to these words, still felt uneasy. It wasn’t the issue with the merchant that concerned him, but the subsequent concessions. He knew that Wang Cheng would not bear the consequences, as the Ministry of Finance would have to foot the bill.

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In due course, by threats and promises, he would first get the merchant to obtain the Secret Method of Producing Iron and Food, persuading him to join Great Nether and shed his despicable merchant status. Then he would threaten him with the loss of the munitions and the certain punishment that would follow, ensuring he would obediently cooperate.

In their eyes, engaging in trade was already a despicable profession. In their world, everything was inferior; only the cultivation of magic was of high value, not scholarship.

But Wang Cheng’s expression changed, this matter was all about a surprise, and if it was reported in advance, his contribution would have been halved out of thin air.

However, Xiao Mian didn’t move an inch, instead, he took out a list: “We can do without the silver notes, just please have these resources ready, Wang. Our two countries barter, accepting neither gold nor silver, let alone Great Nether’s silver notes; there’s no place within my territory to cash them.”

Even Qin Muye was only making progress in learning and research. As for management and diplomacy, he was completely clueless.

Even now, Great Nether Dynasty hadn’t developed any sense of scientific consciousness, not to mention a scientific mindset. If there was any, it had been worn away, after all, clever tricks wouldn’t help them climb the bureaucracy, the first thing to improve should be reading people and situations, otherwise, no matter how good their inventions were, they might be taken away by others, or even suppressed.

Walking ahead, Wang Cheng suddenly paused, turned around, and said, “You merchants are really interesting, conducting trades without silver or banknotes, but bartering instead?”

To yield profit to foreigners was just like bleeding the numerous officials at court, they would rather let it rot in their own pockets than let it flow out, especially to a group of barbarians; that was hard-earned silver.

There was even a deliberate suppression of new things, otherwise, if there had been a smart AI developed like in a mechanical empire above them, they wouldn’t have failed to take up any advantages. Even if they were enemies, it couldn’t be possible that there was absolutely nothing to learn, right?

Although he had fighting capabilities, he wasn’t a professional fighter, focusing more on business and finance; one couldn’t expect a businessman to be able to fight like a special forces soldier, right? Did you really think he’s a protagonist who could do everything?

He had just taken out ten million taels to buy this batch of military equipment, which already made him wince inside. What’s more, in the future, there would be more expenses, wouldn’t that mean a massive loss, and on top of that, he would be targeted by criticism from the court.

He had witnessed the efficacy himself, otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to ask for it.

Seeing that Xiao Mian didn’t respond, Wang Cheng assumed the other party had accepted his fate.

Wang Cheng fondled a Crimson System version 3.7 handgun and couldn’t help but remark emotionally.

Xiao Mian, on the other hand, was completely indifferent, and said, “My master only allows me to trade in arms, I don’t get involved with anything else, if Lord Wang has any objections, you can go to the territory and find Black Hand to give you a charter.”

Xiao Mian frowned, then said, “We don’t have a currency, so please cash in, Lord Wang.”

Xiao Mian felt a sinking feeling in his heart, realizing the other party came for him, then contacted Black Hand via the Magic Network, telling him to get ready.

He couldn’t help but smile inwardly: ‘These barbarians are truly pitiful when faced with imperial might.’

The moment he heard Demon Soil had no currency system, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest, this was a golden opportunity. As long as they could introduce the currency system of Great Nether into Demon Soil and promote it, then they could interfere with Demon Soil’s internal affairs.

In his eyes, it was just a merchant, and Demon Soil wouldn’t tear its face with Great Nether over a lowly merchant of humble origins, a perfect pawn indeed.

At this time, Xiao Mian also understood, this old fellow was planning to freeload.

As a result, they subconsciously believed that all of Qin Muye’s accomplishments were nothing but inherited from ancestors, not something created on his own.

This made Wang Cheng’s face turn dark, and he said, “What now? In business, we talk business. Aren’t you merchants only after profit, even willing to sell your own family and country for the right price? What’s wrong with selling a bit of food and metal?”

These things were somewhat precious, but just that, to their territories they were just taking up space in the warehouses—it would have been destroyed long ago had it not had value.

Sarcasm and cynicism were almost spilling out of his tone.

However, with years of experience, Great Nether had become extremely conservative in magic cultivation, with little to no innovation. After all, if one could succeed by following the traditional techniques passed down from the ancestors, why bother to innovate?

But he was puzzled had this deal worth breaking the cooperation between two countries over such a trivial matter? It was simply too mindless.

As for the Minister of Revenue taking the blame? That had nothing to do with him—he and the Minister of Revenue were not from the same faction.

As for him, naturally, he was prepared to cooperate with the Grand Secretary, just to see what the other party really wanted to do.

As the Grand Secretary, of course, he was involved in such matters; business might be lowly, but money was not.