C200

Noon. Mo Da yawned and slowly walked out of the backyard, preparing to return to the Bright Moon Pavilion to enjoy his own lunch. At this moment, Butler Cong walked up to Mo Da, carefully sending him a message.

"I've just sent for the general to discuss a big business deal with him."

Molda immediately perked up and asked where the '49' was. He then followed Butler Cong back to the first floor of the Bright Moon Tower. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the person sitting in the seat drinking tea waiting for someone.

Because of Muxiu, today's 49 does not have any professional attire. The black and cyan robe that represented the servants had been replaced by a bright sky blue. At the same time, because of the recent gust of wind, he had also added a pure white leather vest on the outside. It looks very nomadic.

He sat quietly in a corner of the hall, leaning back in his chair, holding a small teacup in his hand. A translucent mist rose from the teacup, moistening the youthful face of the youth. "She actually managed to make a few traces of a woman's gentleness appear on her somewhat heroic face.

Molda could not tell why, but his mood had improved. He took the initiative to greet Ink Yan.

"49, I hear you've been waiting for me for a long time?"

Hearing this, Ink Yan put down the tea bowl, turned her head to look at Molda, and stood up from the chair. We didn't have to wait long. "

At this moment, Mo Da regretfully discovered that Inky's facial expression had suddenly tensed up again. This unfamiliarity made him wonder if this 49 in front of him was the 49 he had arranged on the street to save the damsel in black.

Fortunately, Molda wasn't a destitute person recently. He had learned a bit from Little Hua and was prepared to deal with this troublesome opponent. And the move that Little Hua had just taught him was to find out about the hobbies of the people he liked.

Thus, Morda's eyelids twitched, and he discovered that the cup of tea had already been drunk to the point where there was only a single layer left. Does this mean that 49 really likes the food of nomads?

Mordah clapped his hands and brought up the buffalo meat and the creams. He turned and took a few handfuls himself and placed them in front of Ink Yan.

"Eat, this is a specialty of the prairie. I don't usually take it out for guests. "

Ink Yan couldn't believe it!

Molda had even given her a piece of dried beef? He even said that he wouldn't feed his guests in normal times. For a moment, he held the mashed beef in his hand, unable to get his mouth into his mouth no matter how hard he tried.

This was clearly the first time Molda had seen 49 act so "weak." He picked up a piece of the boat's beef mince and tore it into pieces with his bare hands. Then he picked up the milk and cheese and crushed them together in his palm. Then he poured all of them into a teacup that Mo Yan was drinking and added a handful of green barley rice.

"Bring her another cup of tea!"

The servant girl answered and came up with a teapot. She started pouring the light brown oily tea into a white porcelain bowl with a sizzling sound. The unique fragrance of the plants was brought out by the steam, and a sweet smell filled the room.

Suction ~

"So fragrant ~ ~"

Ink Yan couldn't help but take a few deep breaths. She reached out her hand and pulled the water vapor towards her side, showing a very satisfied expression.

She really couldn't be blamed. Before, when Ink Yan was a Chinese military agent, AH49, she had been to the Tibetan Plateau. Not only was she intimidated by the beauty and purity of the plateau, but she also liked the highland food - tea with sour cream.

And this affection was clearly fatal. She had even transmigrated to a large part of the alternate world, and her entire body had been transformed from one body to the other. But liking highland food is like a factor carved in DNA, it can't be erased no matter how hard you try.

This scene appeared in front of Molda's eyes. So this arrogant 49 liked his prairie food as well. That's great.

Without a word, Molda lowered his eyes and personally covered Ink Yan's teacup. While he said, "This is how real Sirians enjoy their food," his mind was already starting to imagine that in the future, the connection between him and 49 would be closer because of the food they shared.

And then, as Morda sat in his cup of tea with his mashed milk, he smiled and cut to the chase. "What do you want from me today, 49?"

Ink Yan had originally wanted to enjoy the fragrance of the tea for another minute. But if Morda wanted to be serious, she had to take it seriously. She revealed her purpose without hiding anything.

"General, I want you to honor my promise to set up a business group."

At that moment, Morda's hand froze on the teacup. The expression on his face also changed to one of "are you joking?". He was stunned for a good three seconds before opening his mouth again.

"49, are you not happy about working at the yamen right now?"

"No." Mo Yan shook her head.

Just like how Mo Da never worried that Ink Yan would be humiliated at the yamen, Ink Yan herself never believed that she would be overwhelmed by the small yamen's dress.

"Then why?"

asked Morda, puzzled. He wanted to know why 49 suddenly told him about the business group. One had to know, that represented a huge sum of money.

He couldn't not be cautious!

However, Ink Yan didn't intend to hide anything.

"Because all the Maori merchants that I wanted to recruit were suddenly released. And they said they would be loyal to me. "In other words, he wants to beg for a meal from the general and also repay the general for raising him."

"General, the Maori are wise men of business for generations. The ability to make money was well-known. I only hope that the general will give me and them a chance. Let them set up a business group for you and sell goods, skipping over the surrounding countries. Realize your long-cherished dream of becoming a powerful nation! "

Although Ink Yan said it very passionately. But when he got to Mordor, he did not show much enthusiasm.

Molda somewhat embarrassedly rubbed his chin and began to secretly complain about why his father in Skywolf was so impatient, and why he had taken away all the money he had gotten. What could he use to keep his promise now?

"About this."

In the eyes of Ink Yan, Morda quickly expressed his imitative attitude, saying that since the Maori had just been released from prison, they wanted to rely on me to do business for them. Then find a time to let them all in. Let the steward find something for them to do first. As for forming a business group, I still need to discuss it with Tianlang's father. I'll tell you when I get the news. "

At that moment, Mo Yan's heart skipped a beat! The words that came out of his mouth began to float.

"General, do you have any money now?"

Mo Da stuttered, saying no no no no, this on the other hand, further confirmed Mo Yan's conjecture!

"Is the money no longer with you?"

Morda was not going to speak.

This 49 is too smart! No matter what, he would be able to unearth the truth! He really couldn't say anymore. Besides, maybe even Sirius's father would have guessed. At that time, how would he face the impending conflict between the two countries?

Who would have thought that even if Molda didn't speak, Ink Mist would still be able to deduce the true destination of the money based on Molda's reaction!

At that moment, Mo Da was so shocked that he saw Ink Yan drop a teacup in front of him. He said, "As a man of honor, I am here to fight for you in other countries, and yet you are holding back the initial funds I brought you, recruiting troops and preparing to invade my country?"

After saying that, without giving Molda a chance to explain, he turned around and ran out of the courtyard and into the street.