Now that he needed her help, Song Dekui, who knew Song Liyun's thoughts well, immediately changed his attitude.
She personally poured a bowl of brown sugar ginger soup from the stove, and handed it to Lin Qingyuan with a fawning smile on her face:
“Young Master Lin, the situation in the Mida River Valley is very important to us. As you know, we are military households, and the relationship between the Wuda tribe and the Zhenbei Army is extraordinary. You understand the situation here.”
Lin Qingyuan was somewhat flattered by Song Dekui's attitude and quickly accepted the ginger soup.
He knew, of course, that Song Liyun was a military household member, but he had forgotten about it until Song Dekui reminded him.
After reviewing the key points, Lin Qingyuan was overjoyed: if the Wuda tribe won, he would benefit from the business dealings with the Song family.
After a moment's consideration, he recounted everything he had encountered and seen in the Mida River Valley.
He arrived in the valley in early autumn, searching for high-quality jade and agate among several tribes.
Before he could even visit two places, war broke out, trapping him inside for several months. He finally managed to find a chance to escape back to the Wu Dynasty.
"Several battles have been fought, with casualties on both sides. However, the Wuda tribe has the support of the Zhenbei Army, and their armor, weapons, and arrows are all of the best. They are the winners in every battle, and it is only a matter of time before they occupy the entire Mida River Valley."
The Dongyue tribe is no pushover either; a tiger with its teeth pulled is still a tiger, and besides, it has its vassal tribes supporting it. In the end, the royal court will definitely have to step in to mediate.
"I advise you two that war is not child's play. Don't think that just because you can wield a big sword a couple of times and deal with one or two bandits, you can go to the battlefield."
"In a vast army, the death of one person is like the death of an ant."
At this point, Lin Qingyuan clicked his tongue, having personally witnessed hundreds of warhorses charging into the tribe.
In almost a few breaths, the tribe of hundreds of people was torn into a chaotic mess by the fast horses.
Those who dared to resist were immediately beheaded. The most terrifying were those who had their hands or feet severed; they would not die on the spot, but would bleed to death while groaning on the cold ground.
Although Song Liyun had not experienced wars in the era of cold weapons, she had seen modern warfare, but more often large-scale armed conflicts after the collapse of social order at the beginning of the apocalypse.
In war, swords have no eyes, and life and death are left to fate.
Song Liyun clenched her fists. In a great battle, an individual's strength is insignificant. If one were to run onto the battlefield, one would only be adding to the number of casualties.
Lin Qingyuan escaped, but looking back, he still felt a bit scared.
He looked at Song Liyun, whose face was solemn, and chuckled, "Considering that we will be business partners in the future, I'll give you another piece of news."
A scattered vassal tribe of the Dongyue tribe is regrouping, and they are going to launch a surprise attack on the main Wuda tribe.
I happened to run into them on the day I left, and I was even chased for quite a while.
At this point, Lin Qingyuan rubbed his face; running for his life in the heavy snow was no pleasant experience.
Uda Headquarters!
Song Liyun stood up abruptly, her expression changing drastically, and even her voice became sharp: "When did this happen? Does Wudajun know about it?"
Lin Qingyuan was surprised that this usually calm and collected woman could also panic, and said urgently, "Just before the snow fell, the young master of the Wuda Army was still besieging the Dongyue tribe, so he probably didn't know."
Song Liyun pursed her lips. It had been snowing for two days. If the journey were shorter, the Uda headquarters would already be in danger.
Plans can change quickly, and she felt that her original plan to unite the tribes needed to be put on hold.
If Wuda's headquarters is destroyed, Zhao Tingduo will be isolated and unable to provide reinforcements. He will have nothing left, so what use is power?
Song Liyun paced around the room twice, feeling anxious and uneasy. She felt helpless in the chaos of battle and couldn't offer any real assistance.
But now that he knows the Uda headquarters is in trouble, if he doesn't take action, his future is definitely over.
She stopped and said to Song Dekui, who was staring blankly at her, "Uncle Kui, my elder brother is getting married next month. You need to go back and help officiate, so I... won't be able to attend."
Song Dekui was shocked: "What are you going to do! We agreed that you can't go to dangerous places. Even without this marriage, you can still marry into a good family in a grand manner."
He had never met Zhao Tingduo; he had only heard about her. If she was gone, she was gone. He had no feelings for her anyway.
Song Liyun's expression was firm: "Whether it's a marriage or a matter of loyalty to friends, I need to inform them, otherwise... I won't be able to live with myself for the rest of my life!"
Lin Qingyuan stood frozen, holding the ginger soup, looking at Song Liyun and then at Song Dekui. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he looked astonished.
With a hint of regret and sigh: "Miss Song, you're engaged? Then I won't give you even the slightest chance!"
Song Dekui turned around and glared at him: "Stop with your scheming. Even if Xiaoyun isn't engaged, it's none of your business, you good-for-nothing. I, as her uncle, will be the first to object."
Lin Qingyuan was speechless for a moment, realizing that he had been tricked by the carefully crafted persona he had created in the past.
He chuckled dryly and said, "Why are you taking this so seriously, Mr. Song? You know I was just playing along before..."
"If you act too much, you'll lose your composure. Who knows which of your words are true and which are false!" Song Dekui rolled his eyes.
Lin Qingyuan gave a wry smile after being rebuffed: "Uncle Song, you have to give me a chance to show my appreciation! Look at me, I'm good-looking and rich..."
"I don't care. My Xiaoyun is rich and beautiful. You're not even worth a toe!"
"Hey! Uncle Song..."
Song Liyun didn't want to listen to them anymore and asked Lin Qingyuan directly, "Young Master Lin, do you know where the Wuda headquarters is? This is very important to me. If you are willing to help, I will definitely reward you handsomely!"
Lin Qingyuan was interrupted and didn't argue with Song Dekui. He coughed and said, "Okay, tell me what kind of gift you're giving me! I can't have come all this way for nothing."
Even close brothers need to keep clear accounts; it's obvious that Song's younger brother doesn't like him.
Even if I still have feelings for Song Liyun, there's no future in it, so I might as well get some real benefits.
Song Liyun said earnestly, "Young Master Lin, if you are willing to take me to the Uda headquarters..."
Not only will you be the exclusive distributor of the prefabricated houses, but in the future, the Gold Fragrance Carton Workshop will also open a dedicated production line for you to produce custom-made packaging boxes.
Additionally, the Wan family's leather goods and luggage shop in Pingyang Prefecture can also cooperate with you to process luxury handbags.
Lin Qingyuan quickly made a decision in his mind.
He knew that the paper bags and boxes made by the paper mill could instantly double the price just by packaging them with these materials.
As for those luxury bags and accessories, he hasn't seen how profitable they are yet, but he has witnessed Song Liyun's methods of turning Tianxianglou into a cash cow.
Now that the luxury goods business is being brought up again in such a serious manner, it must be a good deal.
More importantly, by cooperating with Song Liyun, with the garrison and the county government as his backers, he could transfer his ever-growing funds out without worrying about Lin Qinghua discovering and confiscating his property.
Moreover, this time we're going to Uda headquarters, not to the battlefield.
After much deliberation, Lin Qingyuan gritted his teeth and decided to take the gamble!
Seeing that Lin Qingyuan agreed, Song Liyun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
This person put on a show of being a good-for-nothing playboy, which not only fooled the Lin family, but even Jiang Feng only knew the facade. In reality, he was a cunning and shrewd man.
A person who dares to risk his life to venture into the grasslands will naturally not let go of any opportunity to make a fortune.
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