"Sir, why doesn't the master tell them directly?"
After the carriage had driven a long distance, the coachman asked in a grumbling tone.
"How can you expect the master to convince Prince Xin? Would he suggest that Prince Xin cooperate with Cai Jing and, by the way, help him ascend to the premiership?"
Yuan Xingchi took a deep breath and said absentmindedly.
"But why must the master do this? This matter cannot be kept secret forever. If Prince Xin finds out, won't he really blame the master!"
"We don't need to inquire about these matters. The master has his own considerations. We just need to do our jobs well!"
Although Yuan Xingchi understood that Han Mo was playing a very grand game, and as one of the direct executors of this plan, he knew much more than ordinary people, the more this was the case, the more he felt he couldn't see what Han Mo truly wanted to achieve.
He had grown accustomed to the feeling of having everything under control. This situation where things were not in his grasp made him extremely uncomfortable.
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"Sir, that倭人 has arrived!"
While Han Mo was busy with his official duties, Jiang Yan quietly walked in and said in a low voice.
"Oh? I thought he could hold on for a few more days. After all this talk, he only has this much self-control!"
Upon hearing this, Han Mo couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Do you want me to make him wait a bit longer?"
Hearing Han Mo's words, Jiang Yan quickly said.
"Let him wait. We'll talk after I finish this matter at hand!"
Han Mo smiled and then said.
"Yes!"
After Jiang Yan finished speaking, he turned and walked out.
"What did Lord Han say?"
Seeing Jiang Yan come out again, Ping Zheng Sheng hurried forward and asked.
"My master has some urgent official business. I trouble you to wait here for a moment!"
While speaking, Jiang Yan pointed to an open space under the sun.
"I understand!"
After taking a deep breath, Ping Zheng Sheng ultimately suppressed his anger.
Seeing him stand directly under the sun, Jiang Yan nodded with satisfaction and turned away. Although it was under the sun, this open space directly faced the moon gate, so at first, one wouldn't feel anything. However, after standing for a long time, the whistling cold wind made Ping Zheng Sheng's thin clothes difficult to bear.
Half an hour later, Ping Zheng Sheng's whole body couldn't help but start to tremble.
"Patriarch, this fellow is simply humiliating us!"
As Ping Zheng Sheng's confidant, seeing their patriarch, Ping Zheng Sheng, could only be kept waiting here, Ping Tian Zheng Fu immediately felt indignant and couldn't help but want to go forward and argue with those people.
"Shut up!"
When one is under the eaves of another, one must bow their head. Although their actions truly angered Ping Zheng Sheng, they had no room for resistance at this moment.
With the arrival of the rebels, prices in the city began to soar. They were at their wits' end. If they offended Han Mo at this time, death would await them. He could die, but if he died, the Ping family would soon fall apart. He was unsure of what the future of Japan would be like after he signed a contract with Han Mo, but he was very sure that if he was finished, the Ping family would completely disappear from Japan. Their enemies would show them no mercy. They would soon tear the entire Ping family to shreds like hungry wolves, swallowing them whole, bones and all. The men of the Ping family would become slaves, and the daughters would become the most lowly prostitutes. Decades later, no one in Japan would remember that such a family had ever existed...
People are always selfish. When faced with the destruction of their family or their own personal ruin, those who can choose the national interest are always a minority, especially for the Japanese. Ping Zheng Sheng harbored little respect for the so-called Emperor above. If Han Mo's condition was simply to have him kill the Emperor, he probably wouldn't have hesitated and would have agreed that very night!
It wasn't until the sun began to set that Han Mo stretched, pushed open the door, and walked out.
"Sir!"
Seeing Han Mo appear, Ping Zheng Sheng, without thinking, immediately knelt on the ground.
"Very good. It seems you have made your decision!"
After looking up and down at Ping Zheng Sheng, Han Mo said with a smile.
"Ping Zheng Sheng, as the patriarch of the Ping family, implores you to take us under your wing!"
After taking a deep breath, Ping Zheng Sheng said directly.
"Take you under my wing?"
This truly surprised Han Mo. His doing so would be more than just agreeing to Han Mo's conditions.
"That's right. The Ping family is willing to pledge allegiance to you, sir. As long as you can guarantee the Ping family's power in Japan, the Ping family is willing to offer sixty percent of all its annual revenue! In the future, successive patriarchs of the Ping family will be willing to become your retainers!"
"Interesting!"
This time, Han Mo truly looked at this fellow with newfound respect. Originally, according to his plan, it would only take ten to twenty years for the Ping family to become the spokesperson for the Great Song in Japan. Of course, they would also become the most infamous executioners. Once the Great Song had enough voice in Japan, by eliminating the Ping family and finding another spokesperson for himself, it would naturally be easy to quickly divert the internal resistance in Japan. However, he did not expect that this Ping Zheng Sheng would be so intelligent. He was trying to use the Ping family's interests to ensure that his family would not be abandoned by Han Mo. The shrewdness and ruthlessness of this fellow truly made Han Mo look upon him with admiration!
"You are indeed an interesting person!"
After walking a few steps, Han Mo couldn't help but praise him again.
"Thank you for your praise, sir!"
Although Ping Zheng Sheng felt extremely humiliated, he managed a forced smile at this moment.
"A contract still needs to be signed!"
Han Mo smiled. Although he did not agree, he did not refuse either.
"Your subordinate understands!"
Ping Zheng Sheng's heart sank, but he quickly replied.
"You cannot leave this year. I will write a note. Go to the prefecture office later to collect five thousand guan of money, and then find a place in the city to stay for now! You can return with the Great Song's fleet in March next year."
After patting Ping Zheng Sheng on the shoulder, Han Mo said casually.
"Thank you, sir! However, could you allow me to send someone back? My family also..."
"That is naturally not a problem. You handle it as you see fit!"
Han Mo smiled, nodded with satisfaction, and returned to his study. With this dog, it was likely that before long, the entire Japan would understand what a living hell was.