Chapter 338: Wang Lun: Emperor is Wise!

"Zhengdao, just because there isn't any in the country doesn't mean there isn't any abroad. Don't limit your vision to one place; look further."

Zhang Jie said meaningfully to Wang Lun.

"Emperor, do you mean to go and rob other countries?"

Wang Lun replied uncertainly.

"Eh, what robbery? We call that shelving disputes and joint development."

Seeing that Wang Lun was so uninitiated, Zhang Jie curled his lips:

"We have technology but no resources, and they have resources but no technology.

We cooperate, using our technology to develop resources they cannot develop,

and we only need to extract a tiny bit of commission from it.

What is this called? This is called win-win!"

Zhang Jie said excitedly, not putting on the Emperor's airs,

raising his index finger and middle finger close together, making a "tiny bit" gesture.

"A tiny bit? I'm afraid it's a hundred million points."

Wang Lun, hearing this, twitched the corners of his mouth and secretly complained in his heart.

Their Emperor, although he looks kind, has a heart that is probably black.

If they were to carry out "technical assistance" according to his idea,

I'm afraid the local forces would be able to get 10% at most, which would be his extra grace.

After the Great Liao Emperor Yelu Yanxi's seven hundred thousand troops were crushed,

someone in the Great Liao secretly contacted Great Gan,

wanting to get Great Gan's support, and for this, did not hesitate to sell a large amount of Great Liao's interests.

For such a hero who knows the times, Great Gan naturally raised both hands and feet to welcome him.

After that hero sat in the position he wanted, he, he only had one position left,

which simply made those who knew his encounter sad and tearful.

As for where the other things went?

I tell you, those who know know, and those who don't know shouldn't know; the water here is too deep.

This operation made them, these Great Gan officials, know the other side of their Emperor.

To say something disrespectful, even Zhou Bapi would be about the same!

People shear wool by plucking hair as the goose flies, but the Emperor directly takes the whole pot of geese, leaving only a few hairs~

Since then, the legend of "Zhang Bapi" has spread in Liao and Song~

"Zhengdao, are you thinking about something very rude?"

While Wang Lun was twitching his mouth, Zhang Jie looked at him with a smile.

"No, absolutely not. What I was thinking is, Emperor is wise!"

Wang Lun, who was looked at, shivered and immediately straightened his face and guaranteed solemnly.

"That's good."

Zhang Jie seemed to believe Wang Lun's words completely and nodded.

"Phew!"

"Finally fooled him."

Wang Lun silently breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, wiping the cold sweat that had seeped out on his forehead at some point with his sleeve.

"The Emperor's prestige is getting heavier and heavier."

At the same time, he sighed.

Clearly it was just an ordinary look, but it gave him a feeling of Mount Tai pressing down, unbearable.

"Humph! See if you still dare to complain about me in your heart!"

Zhang Jie, who had withdrawn a trace of Conqueror's Haki released from Pirate Zhang Jie, snorted coldly in his heart.

Although his Observation Haki, also shared from Pirate Zhang Jie,

had not yet reached the level of the three achievements of Observation Haki: hearing the voice of all things,

predicting the future, and reading the hearts of others, Wang Lun's expression was too obvious.

He, Zhang Jie, never holds grudges, because he reports them on the spot and doesn't leave them overnight.

However, although what he did in the Great Liao was not very decent,

and was even criticized by those corrupt scholars in the court who had brainwashed themselves with the so-called sage books,

saying that he should be "benevolent" and "righteous," Zhang Jie didn't feel he had done anything wrong.

His own people are having trouble eating, how could he, as the boss,

take his country's things to give to others,

just for that little bit of basically useless good reputation?

Eagle Sauce's policy, although not very pleasant to hear, is a model for a country to gather the energy and

materials of all countries to raise its own people.

Since

Ever since that Peanut-ton fellow who chopped down the cherry tree in his own orchard, together with

his gang of fox friends, established the Eagle-Sauce using the opportunity of Great Britain's tax increases,

even though they have been in a state of war every year and every moment for over two hundred years since the founding of the country,

they still managed to exhaust their greatest original opponent—that Woolly Bear that once made all of Old Europe and

a certain mysterious country afraid to sleep without keeping one eye open—to death,

and in the 21st century, they remain the undisputed world hegemon.

Even now, that extremely unreliable Golden-Haired President, who spends all day posting various unhinged remarks on Twitter,

and has a trend of governing the country through the internet and public opinion, knows where his base is.

Since taking office for the second time, he has held high the banner of "Make America Great Again,"

and has been indifferent to his conjugate father-son John Bull, and Old Europe—the "White Banner" group that has lost its former glory

and turned into a bunch of losers huddling together for warmth.

With tariff clubs and various sanctions taking turns, he looks like someone who would give everything for the interests of the Eagle-Sauce.

Not to mention whether the Golden-Haired President's operations have any effect,

or whether he can "Make America Great Again,"

or whether he is truly willing to do so in his heart, at the very least, he has an attitude, right?

Things must first have a basic stance, just like criticizing that Great General Huang Chao who wrote, "When the soaring fragrance permeates Chang'an,

the whole city is clad in golden armor." One can criticize him from a technical perspective,

or any other level, and saying he poisoned the world along the way is fine,

but one cannot say, "Do not be a peaceful starving person, but rather act like a mantis waving its arms, a mantis trying to stop a chariot."

One should starve to death rather than stand up; one cannot reverse cause and effect—this is the most fundamental stance.

As the boss of the Great Gan, if one does not consider the people of the Great Gan, should one consider the Great Liao,

Western Xia, or Dali, or even some island nation, or Black Africa?

Or perhaps, have another "Five Barbarians Invading China," or "Black Dragons are also Dragons"?

Being tolerant on the outside but cruel on the inside is something that must not be done.

"Your Majesty, are you perhaps thinking of a Southern Expedition to Dali?

I have heard that Yunnan has much copper, and perhaps there are also hidden gold and silver veins."

Wang Lun, not knowing that he had already been noted down in the heart of the petty-minded Zhang Jie, thought for a moment and asked.

Yunnan has rich copper ore resources; the Dongchuan Copper Mine located in Dongchuan, Kunming,

has a mining history that can be traced back to the Eastern Han Dynasty,

and its output during its peak period was nearly comparable to the output of the entire Great Song.

It is a pity that such a treasure land had been out of the control of the Central Plains dynasties since the rebellion of the Nanzhao Kingdom during the Tang Dynasty.

After Nanzhao, through the regime changes of Dazhanghe, Datianxing, Dayining, and others,

the Dali Kingdom established by Duan Siping finally occupied Yunnan, and it has been five hundred to nearly six hundred years since then.

For this reason, the Great Song had been importing copper from Dali to use for casting various currencies.