The Beirong people are very brave in fighting, but most of them are simple-minded.

Chidu Khan and Lin Luodan Khan were the outliers. Their limbs were as developed as their minds. Therefore, their tribes became more and more powerful in recent years.

He definitely wanted to save his son, but Chidu Khan didn't want to give him 50,000 taels of silver and two BMWs.

Therefore, he proposed in his letter to the old Duke that he would decide the time and place of the exchange.

Fifty thousand taels of silver was not a small amount, and what was more, what the other party wanted was cash. He spent a lot of energy, and even moved ten thousand taels to his mother who couldn't take it off to get it together.

There were ten boxes of silver in total, and they were lined up in front of him.

Chidu Khan walked over and opened a box. Twenty-two ingots of snowflake silver were neatly arranged, which stung his eyes.

In the eyes of ordinary people, this is money, but in the eyes of those who want to achieve hegemony, it is countless cavalry and weapons.

After this incident, although he was not seriously injured, it was difficult for him to recover in a short period of time.

"Mr. Duanmu." He loosened his hand and closed the lid of the box tightly.

"King Khan." Mr. Duanmu bowed and said.

"Umutu is a straight-tempered person who knows nothing but fighting, so I asked you to go to Yanmen County with him.

And that kid Sangji, although he is the son of Lin Luodan, he is a rare talent.

Not only is he proficient in the Central Plains dialect, but he also has extensive knowledge of the etiquette and culture of the Central Plains.

But you two...

This Khan asked you to negotiate with Xiao Yuanduo, not to compromise, which is really disappointing!"

Of course Mr. Duanmu understood the meaning of his words, but he could only smile and said: "King Khan, the concubine's mother's family is not easy to mess with.

If we and the Xiao family are arguing over the amount of ransom, thus delaying the rescue of Prince Zhabutuo, wouldn’t it be worth the loss?"

Chiduhan sighed.

Of course he knew the truth, but he just couldn't reconcile himself to it.

Especially those two horses.

If he had known it earlier, he would have been tamed with ruthless hands, so why did he give it away without even touching it during practice?

"Great Khan, General Umutu and Prince Sanchi request an audience." A servant spread the message outside.

"Let them come in." Chiduhan raised his hand and sat down with Mr. Duanmu.

The tent was filled with the aroma of milk tea. Sanji and Wumutu walked in. After saluting, they couldn't help but praise: "Uncle Chidu, the milk tea smells so good."

In front of Lin Luodan Khan's son, Chidu Khan couldn't care less, so he asked them to sit down and laughed heartily.

"General Umutu, nephew Sanji, why are you two here together?"

Wumutu said: "The time set by King Khan and the people of Wei will come soon. We are here to ask when we can set off."

Chidu Khan pointed to the ten large boxes not far away: "Here, the fifty thousand taels of silver are ready. You can set off early tomorrow morning."

Sanji said: "The Wei people are too cunning. If they use cattle, sheep and horses, it will be much easier for us to use our hands and feet."

"I was talking to Mr. Duanmu about this just now. Ten boxes of silver only amount to this much, and they are still dead things..."

Umutu was his confidant and favorite general, and he somewhat understood Chiduhan's thoughts.

He suggested: "King Khan, why don't we put some effort into this money?"

As soon as these words came out, the corners of the mouths of the other three people twitched.

This man's brain is not working well, so I think Wei people's brain is also not working well like his.

When it comes to counterfeiting skills, how can the Beirong people compare to the Wei people?

A mere ten boxes of silver can be clearly inspected in just one cup of tea.

Once the Wei people discovered that the silver was fake, could their lives be saved?

Umutu had quite a reputation among the tribe. Even Chidu Khan could not accuse him, and it was even more difficult for Mr. Duanmu, who was a foreigner, to speak out.

Sanji smiled: "General Umutu's method is good, but time is too tight. Where can we find so much fake money?"

Wumutu scratched his head: "What Prince Sanchi said is... I am also to blame for this matter.

If I could speak the Central Plains dialect, I would definitely have a good argument with that old Duke Xiao that day.

Fifty thousand taels of silver is really too much, if we use it all to buy weapons, we won’t be able to pile it up in this tent.”

Mr. Duanmu's expression changed slightly.

He fled from the Central Plains to Beirong. Although he had lived here for decades and was highly regarded by Chidu Khan, he could never get along with the people here.

He looked down upon them and thought they were just a group of barbarians.

But they also looked down upon him and thought he was full of sourness.

Especially this Wumutu, who earned the title of "The First Warrior" with his brute strength, and never looked down upon others.

What does it mean that he couldn't speak the Central Plains dialect, so he couldn't argue with Mr. Xiao?

The implication is that he, a native of the Central Plains, does not know how to bargain with Old Duke Xiao, or does he have ulterior motives?

A stupid and brainless idiot has actually learned the art of innuendo!

I have to say that Mr. Duanmu is really overthinking.

As a rebel, one thing he fears most is being suspected of disloyalty by Chidu Khan.

Chidu Khan had some complaints before, but if he was instigated by Wumutu like this, if Chiduhan felt knotty in his heart, how could he continue to mess around in the future?

Chidu Khan smiled even more heartily after hearing Wumutu's words.

"I know that General Umutu is sincere and our tribe has no shortage of money to buy weapons.

You tell me how much you want, and I will have it all prepared for you right away!"

Umutu laughed loudly: "King Khan is so cheerful. I will definitely bring the prince back unscathed tomorrow."

Sanji silently drank milk tea on the side, but his heart was filled with ups and downs.

Chidu Khan was indeed very wealthy, and he collected fifty thousand taels of silver so quickly.

It seems that if Father Khan wants to compete with him, he still won't be able to do it in a short time.

"What is nephew Sanchi thinking?" Chidu Khan was a little curious when he saw that he suddenly stopped talking.

Sanji said: "I'm thinking about Grand Duke Xiao's granddaughter, Princess Yiyang. She is such a young girl, how did she develop such good kung fu?"

Chidu Khan sneered: "How capable can a little girl be? She is just relying on her grandfather's reputation to show off her power in the army."

Chidu Khan had never met Xiao Bi.

But Beirong people have always looked down on women, and he is not exempt from this custom.

As for the fact that his son Zhabutuo was captured alive by Xiao Bi, he did not think that Xiao Bi's martial arts was so good, but that Zhabutuo was too careless and fell into the Wei people's scheme.

After all, the people of Wei have always been extremely cunning, especially Xiao Yuanduo.

There is a saying in the Central Plains: Dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes, and mice's sons can dig holes.

Princess Yiyang is Xiao Yuanduo's granddaughter. It would be strange if she wasn't treacherous.

Sanchi sneered secretly.

No wonder it is such a virtue not to be able to take off the piercing.

Although Chiduhan has some brains, he still can't get rid of the problem of having his eyes higher than his head.
Chapter completed!