Chapter 1140: Step by Step

"Go!"

The War Horse Hamadi was riding galloped like the wind, with a group of brothers following behind him.

A moment later, they returned to a cave in the Gobi Desert.

A group of people began to light firewood and eat and drink heartily.

The atmosphere was very lively.

"Boss, this Russian Vodka is truly potent!"

"Hahahaha, I never thought that one day, we would be able to make them suffer a setback!"

This group of people were all very happy.

In fact, this Tata Organization was a group spontaneously organized by people who had fled and were seeking refuge because Central Asia had been too chaotic over these years. Most of them were also Putu people; Tsarist Russia had historically committed many incursions against the Putu. Therefore, the hatred for their home and country meant they had no good impression of the Russians either.

It was just that...

Their Tata was at odds with the Putu Kingdom.

Before, they had trouble even finding food and clothing, so how could they talk about hatred for their home and country? However, things were different now... They had developed, they had a big shot supporting them from behind, and they didn't have to worry about food or drink; they were actually able to confront Tsarist Russia! Thinking about this, these people were still very excited.

Hamadi chuckled, took a fierce bite of a lamb leg, and drank a large gulp of Vodka. Because the liquor was too strong, he immediately grimaced, burped, and laughed, "Brothers, keep up the good work! The Young Master said that as long as we can achieve our succession goals, we won't lack anything!"

The crowd roared their agreement.

Just then, a brother beside him hesitated, wanting to speak but stopping, until finally, he asked, "But Boss... what exactly are we? The Putu Dynasty is also following that Young Master... and we are too..."

This question left the scene in dead silence.

That's right.

Actually, this question had also been troubling them all along.

What kind of existence was their Tata Organization? At the very least, up until now, they were still what the outside world called a terrorist organization, not a legally existing entity at all. Moreover, they often harassed and sabotaged the Putu Kingdom, but this Putu Kingdom was also wholeheartedly following Liu Zheng. What kind of situation was this?

Hamadi gave a mysterious smile: "You don't understand this, do you?"

The group of people revealed curious expressions.

These people did not have a very high level of education, so how would they know these things?

Hamadi had a bit of a headache; he felt that when they reached a certain stage of development, it would be necessary to ask the Young Master for some talent.

He tore another piece of meat off with his teeth, chewed it forcefully, and said indifferently: "The Young Master is from Longyan, but he looks at the entire world. How could he allow Central Asia to tend toward peace and eventually form a solid, unified block?"

This sentence caused the expressions of the brothers to change drastically.

He wanted Central Asia to remain in a state of chaos?

This...

Wouldn't they have become a butcher's knife in the hands of this Young Master Liu?

This was not what they wanted! They also had wives and children, they also had elders, and they also had their own dreams!

Hamadi gave a cold laugh: "What are you getting so worked up about? Remember, this is a matter of stance! What the Young Master wants is order for the entire world! Then he certainly wouldn't want to see a complete, powerful Central Asia... just like the Ottoman; do you think that even though he and Hamid have a good relationship, he really wants the Ottoman to become powerful?"

The group of people gasped.

Hamadi chuckled and said, "Brothers, don't think of the people in this world as being so selfless..."

"If we want to develop, we must borrow the Young Master's power! If we want to get rid of Omar's tyranny, we must borrow the Young Master's power!"

His eyes flashed with a sharp light: "And not only that..."

"Since we have already been defined as a terrorist organization by these countries, hahahaha, then let us develop into the most powerful organization in the world!"

"The Young Master's vision is on the entire world, why wouldn't ours be?"

These words made his brothers' blood boil.

"Good!"

"Let's become the strongest!"

"The whole world!"

Menshikov had not stepped out for three days.

This caused those who came to visit to discuss it among themselves.

The whole of Saint Petersburg was rumored to be saying that he had recently acquired a peerless Beauty, causing him to indulge in nightly revelry and lose track of time.

Of course.

This situation was already a common occurrence for Menshikov. No one thought of anything else.

Qian Feng and Qian Yonggui, who were waiting in the Gatekeeper's room, also smiled at each other.

"The two of you have arrived, please, please come in! This way, this way!"

The butler of the Menshikov Palace walked out. When he saw Qian Feng and Qian Yonggui, his back bent, and he wore a fawning smile. He knew that this father and son were currently the most popular people in the entire Menshikov Palace; they were generous with their money and were deeply favored by their master.

"Oh my, Butler, you are too kind!"

"This is really..."

The two immediately stood up, took out a money bag without changing their expressions, and secretly slipped it to the butler.

The butler immediately beamed with joy.

"What are you doing?"

"We were here first!"

"Where is the Grand Marshal?"

"This..."

"Who are these two? Seriously!"

"Why should they be allowed in!"

The group of people waiting in the Gatekeeper's room were suddenly unwilling.

"Sit properly!"

"This is a distinguished guest of the Grand Marshal!"

"You all don't amount to a fart!"

"..."

Qian Feng and Qian Yonggui were brought into the reception room of the Menshikov Palace, and after waiting for about an hour, Menshikov, having just tidied his clothes, walked in with a loud laugh.

The two of them hurriedly stood up.

"Oh my, why be so polite, Wealthy Merchant Qian? Sit, sit!"

Menshikov was very satisfied with the Beauty the two had sent him. She was simply a masterpiece among humans! The flavor of it was something that could not be spoken of to outsiders!

"Thank you, Grand Marshal!"

"How is the grain and forage this time?"

Menshikov asked with a look of satisfaction on his face.

Qian Yonggui hurriedly replied: "It is on the way; the quantity in this batch is even greater. I wonder if the Grand Marshal... in addition, there is another batch of beauties..."

Menshikov laughed heartily: "What, do you two still not believe in my strength?"

"As long as it is grain and forage! No matter how much there is, I can consume it all!"

"Feel free to bring it boldly!"

"Of course, this time, I certainly won't treat you unfairly! I will concede a portion of the profits; I can't keep letting you labor in vain, can I?"

Menshikov felt that these two people were becoming increasingly worthy of being valued. They not only brought him wealth and beauties, but more importantly, they understood him!

The Qian father and son, seeing this situation, immediately exchanged a look, then knelt on the ground and said in unison, loudly: "Qian Yonggui and Qian Feng are willing to go through fire and water for the Grand Marshal, and would not refuse even ten thousand deaths!"

Menshikov was very satisfied, a look of triumph flashing in his eyes, though he feigned modesty on the surface as he helped the two up: "No, no, no, we in Tsarist Russia don't go in for this sort of thing! Get up, get up! Someone come here!"

"From this day forward, the Qian father and son are the Left and Right Generals of my estate! You may enter the residence without reporting!"

The two were overjoyed.

As for the others, they were filled with envy.