If the Tang Empire won, it would say to its opponents: "You damn well behave yourself in the future, or be careful that I wipe out your entire clan. Pay tribute obediently every year!"
<...Taking Gaochang is not difficult.
What Zhao Huan lacked was a reason to send troops.
The reasons are now more than sufficient.
Bilege's open support for Yelü Dashi was a crime deserving of severe punishment.
There's no need to dwell on this too much. If the Silk Road is to be opened up, Gaochang will definitely have to return to the embrace of China.
The news brought by Sima Junru is very valuable.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The children are all well."
"Have all those who died in foreign lands been brought back?"
"We brought them all back, not one is missing."
"Make sure everything is taken care of at home. If you need money, just ask the Three Departments for it."
"Serving the emperor and the country is my duty!"
The emperor abruptly changed the subject, asking, "Where is the Duke of Chong?"
Sima Junru then produced another report: "This is a true record of the Duke of Chong's time in Xianzhou."
Zhao Huan took it in his hand, glanced at it, and his brows furrowed.
"Are all the merchants connected to the Duke of Chongguo on this list?"
"Your Majesty, all those currently involved in the investment in Xianzhou are on this list."
"Keep an eye on it and report back as needed."
"yes!"
Zhao Huan spoke with Sima Junru for a few more moments, after which Sima Junru withdrew.
Sima Junru had questions in her mind.
The emperor's attitude toward the Duke of Chong was very subtle; he was willing to nurture the Duke, but he was also very wary of him.
The emperor needed to know exactly who had come into contact with the Duke of Chong.
Five days later, He Liming recorded all of Ba Ershu's actions in Tokyo and placed them completely on the emperor's desk.
This includes trading companies registered with the Commercial Affairs Bureau by Barsho.
“Flying Express Delivery Company.” Zhao Huan read out the strange name. “Is he planning to open a food delivery company in Tokyo?”
"Yes, Your Majesty, this Barshu has a special fondness for the delicacies of Tokyo. Ever since he learned about 'Ele.me', he has set up his own trading company. Speaking of which, today is the first day of business."
Zhao Huan was speechless. His father was supporting Yelü Dashi in Gaochang, but his son was running a takeout business in Dongjing City.
What would Bilge's expression be if he knew?
How credible is this story?
He Liming hesitated for a moment before saying, "It's almost absolutely credible. This man only brought six guards with him, and staying in Tokyo is a very dangerous thing. Once his identity is exposed, it will be a big problem. Besides, Billerge didn't send him to be an undercover agent."
"So now it's obvious that even if it's dangerous, he's unwilling to leave?"
"Yes!"
Qin Hui, who was standing to the side, quickly ran out to flatter him: "The barbarians have submitted, which demonstrates Your Majesty's virtuous rule."
Li Gang said, "Prime Minister Qin, it is too early to say such things. These barbarians are quite cunning and probably have other plans."
He simply couldn't stand Qin Hui, Liu Yanzong, and their ilk for constantly flattering him and corrupting the atmosphere of the court.
"Send him to see me!"
He Liming was slightly taken aback, not expecting the emperor to want to see Ba Ershu.
The emperor's request to see Ba'ershu surprised even the ministers.
Barshu was just a minor figure. With the limited national strength of Gaochang, the Song Dynasty could easily destroy it next spring under the pretext of "aiding and abetting evil."
There's absolutely no need to care what Barshu thinks.
The ministers had no idea what the emperor was thinking.
The next morning, Barshu was counting money in the trading company. His "Flying Delivery" now had ten employees. Yesterday, he delivered twenty orders, earning a net profit of 5 coins per order, for a total of 100 coins.
This doesn't earn much, only 100 coins a month, which is only 3,000 coins, or three strings of cash.
In the eleventh year of the Jingkang era in the Song Dynasty, a worker could earn four strings of cash a month. In other words, even if Barshu opened a trading company, he wouldn't earn as much as a worker.
But he was very confident because there were only ten employees.
He wants to develop a hundred employees.
That means you can earn 30 strings of cash a month.
If we grow to a thousand employees, that's 300 strings of cash a month.
A house in the suburbs of Tokyo sells for 500 kan, so you can buy a house in a few months.
Once he has a house, Miss Qin will agree to marry him.
This kind of life is much better than living in Gaochang.
Just as he finished his dream and was preparing to start working hard for his business today, several mysterious people from the trading company arrived.
"Barshu, we are the Imperial City Guard, the Emperor's personal guard, His Majesty's close bodyguard. Pack your things now and come with us to the palace immediately."
Barshu looked shocked: "The Emperor wants to see me?"
Barshu had also wondered what the Song Dynasty's imperial palace looked like, and what the Song Dynasty's emperors looked like.
When he entered the palace, he couldn't help but sigh at how wealthy the Song Dynasty was.
However, when he heard that a new palace was being built, which would be more than ten times larger than the current one, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
When Barshu met the emperor, he couldn't help but bow deeply: "This humble subject kowtows to the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty."
No need for formalities.
Zhao Huan looked at Ba Ershu, whose appearance was no different from that of a Han Chinese.
His actions were no different from those of the Han people.
This prince received a very good education from a young age.
"I heard you opened a trading company called 'Flying Express' in Tokyo?"
"Yes."
Why stay in Tokyo?
"I come from the Northwest, and my family has been poor since I was a child..."
"Wait, Barshu, I summoned you here not to listen to your fabricated stories. Do you think the knife in my hand isn't sharp enough?"
Barshu's heart skipped a beat; the emperor really did know his true identity!
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