Chapter 211: Gold Envoy

"There's less cooking smoke."

"It's near mealtime, yet many households have no cooking smoke rising."

Driving through the streets and alleys, Lin Dao surveyed the surroundings. "The most basic survival contradiction will erupt very soon."

Whether it's revolution or the Zhou Zhao Restoration, ultimately one still has to eat.

If bellies are empty, I reckon there won't be much enthusiasm to continue revolution.

Amidst his thoughts, he saw a dog with its tail tucked between its legs dart past in front of him.

The electric bicycle braked sharply, and Zhao Fujin in the back seat lunged straight onto Lin Dao's back.

The touch was light and soft, elastic and yielding~

Lin Dao felt none of this.

He was wearing armor.

At the alley entrance, several figures wielding clubs and kitchen knives rushed out, chasing after the dog in a panic.

Lin Dao frowned in thought. "They've started catching dogs."

"Next will be rats, birds, every living thing that can be eaten."

"After that, it'll be white meat."

The electric bicycle started again, buzzing forward, and all the way back to Jinqian Alley.

"Fifth Sister~"

"Twenty-First Sister~"

The sisters reunited, instantly overjoyed and elated.

Zhao Fujin, with heavy emotions weighing on her heart, also revealed a joyful smile.

It was mealtime, and Li Shishi's side had already prepared the food.

All instant food and pre-made dishes.

Lin Dao glanced at it and lost his appetite, leaving behind the words 'I'm going to work' and turning to leave.

He rode out of Jinqian Alley, turned around, and returned to the Modern World to eat at a restaurant.

He ate and drank his fill, went to various spacetimes to check in and handle business, and finally returned to the Jingkang Spacetime to complete the daily gold farming task.

This time he switched to a different city gate, transferring to Wansheng Gate to shell the Jin West Route Army camp outside the city.

Firing over a hundred mortar shells, the two camps were engulfed in gunpowder smoke, raging fires reaching the heavens, men shouting and horses neighing in utter chaos.

He took out a drone, attached a letter, and flew it all the way to another camp that hadn't been shelled, dropping it there.

Having completed the daily gold farming task, Lin Dao set off to return to Jinqian Alley.

"Marshal."

The letter dropped by the drone was delivered into Nianhan's hands.

All the West Route Army qianhus craned their necks watching.

"How many losses?"

Nianhan didn't look at the letter, first asking about the losses after the attack.

"Over five hundred dead, and more than two hundred injured; many of the casualties were from trampling and collision in the panic."

Wanyan Balisuyi Wengsheng reported, "The injuries are severe; of those who survive, probably not one in ten."

"And the mules and horses, the grain and fodder~"

Nianhan waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

"I know."

His gaze swept over the West Route Army generals. "Before, it was always the East Route Army getting beaten; in your hearts, you were mostly just watching the spectacle."

"No need to explain, I know it all."

"Now it's your turn to be beaten; what are you thinking in your hearts?"

The generals all remained silent, their expressions inscrutable.

Before, the iron-armored man attacked the East Route Army every time.

Watching the miserable state of the East Route Army, the generals who had previously gnawed on the hard bone at Taiyuan Prefecture, watching the East Route Army eat meat, truly felt comfortable in their hearts.

But now it's their own turn.

Only after being beaten do they know it truly hurts!

Hundreds to thousands of casualties — nearly a whole meng'an written off.

Yet they didn't even touch the enemy's face!

This kind of passive beating, with no chance to strike back — the anger and fear, experiencing it once, is truly extremely unbearable.

Yinshu performed a salute. "Marshal, we know we were wrong."

Nianhan shook his head. "Boji Lie is dead; everyone is guilty."

The generals fell silent again.

The Emperor's Younger Brother's death dealt a massive blow to both the East and West Route Armies.

This blow is not merely on the military level.

In the Great Jin's political landscape, it has subversive influence.

Nianhan finally began reading the letter.

The letter had only two characters.

"Envoy."

Lowering his head and chuckling softly, Nianhan muttered to himself, "Truly arrogant!"

On second thought, if he himself had such godlike abilities, he reckoned he would be even more arrogant.

Lin Dao looked toward Ulin Tai, wanting to "go find your elder brother and have him enter the city as an envoy tomorrow."

Ulin Tai hurriedly saluted in response.

"I accept the order!"

Riding an electric bicycle back to the Brothel Courtyard.

Getting into the RV, Lin Dao immediately discovered a practical problem.

The bed was too small to sleep four people.

The RV's bed definitely didn't have much area.

Lying two people was just right, three people would already be crowded.

Four people~~~ surely they weren't expected to stack themselves like human pyramids?

Li Shishi and the others watching the drama, seeing Lin Dao staring at the bed, had various thoughts for a moment.

Li Shishi voluntarily stood up, "Benefactor, Concubine will stay upstairs tonight."

She knew men all liked the new and tired of the old.

The most beautiful Imperial Princess had arrived; what should be done at this time was not to compete for favor, but to satisfy the Benefactor's wishes.

Lin Dao frowned, "Wait."

Turning around, he got off the carriage and returned to the Modern World.

He dialed Enzo's phone, "I want an RV, I need it now."

"Boss, rest assured, it will be delivered to Cang Ku within four hours."

"Boss, the special vehicle you ordered has been modified and will be delivered to Cang Ku in batches over these two days."

"Very good." Lin Dao nodded, "After the goods arrive, go to the Company and pay you the Final Payment."

Here in South Africa, as long as there is money, basically there is nothing that cannot be done.

A brand new RV was delivered within a few hours.

While waiting for the vehicle, Lin Dao contacted Employee Liu Bo, who was far away in Haicheng in the Nation.

He arranged for him to find a sales factory and order an extra-large RV with various modification requirements.

In the Industrial Era, factories never fear orders, only that you don't come to buy~~~

As long as the money is in place, whatever size you want is available, and it can be modified however you like.

Bringing the RV to Jingkang Spacetime, the night sky was already hung with stars filling the sky.

Lin Dao looked up at the sky.

In the Industrial Era, living supplies were extremely abundant.

But such a purely natural and clean environment was extremely hard to see again.

That night, Li Shishi, beaming with smiles, moved into a new residence.

But after getting into the carriage, her smile faded, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Only seeing the new person laugh, not seeing the old person cry.

Lying on the brand new bed, smelling the scent of disinfectant between her mouth and nose.

Li Shishi tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

In the past, when leaning in the Benefactor's embrace, she would fall into a deep sleep in no time, and would have beautiful dreams.

But now~~~

Holding a pillow and weeping, her tears soaked a large area.

I don't know how much longer passed, when the sound of the door opening suddenly rang out.

Li Shishi was greatly surprised, and hurriedly sat up.

By the light of the night lamp, she saw the Benefactor get into the carriage and close the door.

Their gazes met, without words.

Inside the RV, the incense burner rose, and the atmosphere gradually became heated.

Li Shishi stood up and stepped forward, taking Lin Dao's hand and placing it on the mountain ranges and hills.

In no time, mandarin ducks intertwined necks, red waves were overturned, and the charm was boundless.

Li Shishi, half-asleep, vaguely seemed to hear the Benefactor's words.

"It's really different."

Wulinda Zanmo entered Bianliang City again.

This time's feeling was completely different from before.

Every previous time entering the city, he was full of the pride of a victor.

The Great Jin army's blade was invincible wherever it pointed, its might pressing the Four Seas.

As an envoy, he naturally was full of confidence and spoke loudly.

But ever since meeting that Iron Armor man Lin Dao, Great Jin had begun to have bad luck.

Not only were they beaten with no power to fight back, but every day they also lost hundreds or thousands of men.

As the greatest reliance, the military force was suppressed, so this Great Jin envoy's waist naturally also went soft.

This time entering the city, who knew what harsh requirements that Iron Armor man would propose.

The accompanying guards stepped forward to remind, "There are Song people spying."

"Hmm?"

Composing himself, Wulinda Zanmo looked around.

Indeed he saw many Song people appearing on the streets and alleys along the way, their gazes fixed on his group.

"No need to worry."

Wulinda Zanmo waved his hand. "The Song are weak and helpless, they~~~"

*Whoosh! *

A sharp arrow flew in, striking a guard squarely in the face.

The guard let out a miserable scream and immediately fell from his horseback.

Amidst the shouts, countless Song people rushed out from every street and alley.

They held knives, spears, swords, halberds, kitchen cleavers, batons, dung forks, shoulder poles, and all manner of weapons, swallowing the Jin envoy delegation like a tide.

By the time Chen Dong, who had been ordered to receive them, went to great trouble to rescue Wulinda Zanmo, this Jin envoy was already beaten half to death.

As for his attendants, they suffered total annihilation.

Wulinda Zanmo watched with his own eyes, watching the horses his party rode being beaten to death one and all, even carved up and divided on the spot.

While furious, he also felt a secret joy.

'They're short of grain!'

'For the sake of grain, we'll surely be able to talk properly.'

What one fears most in negotiations is that you have no desires.

As long as there's something you want, the matter becomes easy to handle.

Inside the brothel courtyard, upon seeing the battered Wulinda Zanmo, Lin Dao exclaimed in surprise, "How did you end up like this?"

Wulinda Zanmo was also surprised. Wasn't this the show of force you arranged?

"Immortal Elder."

Chen Dong stepped forward to explain, "The city is rather chaotic at present; the envoy's party was besieged by the commoners."

"Oh."

Lin Dao let out an "oh," reached out to signal, "Sit down and speak, let's discuss proper business."

Wulinda Zanmo's heart shook with fury.

Dozens of attendants, dozens of horses.

Such severe losses of personnel and property, and you're done with just an "oh"?

Lin Dao read the fury in his emotions.

He opened a bottle of water and said with a smile, "As invaders, encountering this kind of unexpected sudden situation, I can only say you got what you deserved."

Wulinda Zanmo lowered his head, silent.

Unable to beat them militarily, this is the treatment envoys receive.

The RV's car door opened, and Zhao Fujin, her bright eyes like water, holding a bottle of drink, placed it before Wulinda Zanmo.

Wulinda Zanmo's eyes went straight. "There's actually such a peerless beauty in the world?!"

Lin Dao said with a smile, "This is the Maode Princess, the First Beauty of Great Song."

"You're the Maode Princess?!"

Wulinda Zanmo was utterly astonished. "No wonder that day, the Song envoy Deng Gui's words — that the beauties of Great Song's consorts and princesses are unmatched under heaven — stirred the hearts of the various Crown Princes and Great Kings."

A single sentence, and everyone fell silent.

Lin Dao set down the water bottle in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Chen Dong.

"Where is Deng Gui?"

Chen Dong's forehead beaded with sweat. "I, I don't know~"

He truly didn't know.

Lin Dao took the walkie-talkie with the "fabricated charge" note stuck on it, turned it on, and asked, "Is Deng Gui in the Imperial City?"

Qin Gui's reply came through quickly.

"He is."

"Send him over. I want him alive."

Setting down the walkie-talkie, he turned his head to look at Wulinda Zanmo staring fixedly at the walkie-talkie.

"Put away your little schemes. If there's a next time, I'll flay your skin!"

Wulinda Zanmo hurriedly answered, "Yes, yes~"

"This time I've called you here," Lin Dao spoke, "there's a messenger leaving the city to deliver a letter; you lot must not obstruct."

"Just for this?" Wulinda Zanmo couldn't believe it; he had thought it was to discuss withdrawal terms.

Lin Dao looked at him. "What do you want to discuss?"

"The various Crown Prince Marshals are willing to honor you as Song King!"

(End of Chapter)