Chen Zaixing looked at Kong Zhang beside him and was already dazed in joy. He knew that the other party might not know Dashun’s real enemy in Myanmar. He couldn’t help but feel a little contempt in his heart. He snorted coldly: “Brother Kong, it’s not the time to be happy now. The most difficult thing has just begun?”

Kong Zhang was stunned when he heard this and said, "What else is difficult?"

"Although the pseudo-king dies, the British behind him are still there. I have offended the British this time when I attacked Bagan. If I was not wrong, the British would definitely send troops to retaliate. Only after dealing with this incident, Myanmar is our possession! I came to you this time for this matter!"

"For this?" Kong Zhang was stunned and replied, "Brother Fusheng, you know me, I'm not good at dealing with the British."

"I'm not asking you to deal with the British!" Chen Zaixing explained: "The most important thing for us now is to reach an agreement with the British quickly and settle the situation! So I'm going to Bagan to deal with this matter soon. But Mandalay needs a trustworthy person!"

Kong Zhang pointed to his nose half-believingly and asked, "You said that person who is more trustworthy?" When he saw Chen Zaixing nodding, he couldn't help but rush, "How can that be done? I'm just a businessman, and I can't even speak Burmese words. How can I deal with this situation? Brother Fusheng, you should use other people! Isn't that Lord Liu good? He has been protecting the Burmese Captain's Mansion for many years and is smart and capable, so why don't he use him?"

"Because I can't believe him!" Chen Zaixing saw that Kong Zhang was a little confused and puzzled, so he had to explain: "Liu Zhixing was only loyal to the court. If the Lord Zao came here lightly, he would be afraid that he would hand over all the troops and power in Mandalay immediately. Wouldn't my hard work be in vain? I asked you to stay in Mandalay. If there was anything wrong, I would send a messenger to notify me, and while trying my best to delay the time and wait for me to come back. Do you understand?"

When Kong Zhang heard this, his face was slimming and immediately became more painful: "Brother Fusheng, I am just a businessman, how can I do this? Are you kidding?"

"Don't worry, I've planned it long ago!" Chen Zaixing looked at the left and right and whispered in Kong Zhang's ear: "When I go to Bagan, I will take away most of the Shun Army in Mandalay. I already have more than a dozen confidants in the newly formed Burmese army. Before leaving, I will leave secret orders for those leaders. If the lord suddenly arrives, you will let the newly formed Burmese army cause money and riots in the city. Those confidants can take the opportunity to start and take him-" Speaking of this, Chen Zaixing made a gesture of chopping under his palm.

"This, this, how can this be done!" Kong Zhang was so scared that his face was pale and panicked: "Mr. Zao is a fourth-rank official of the court. If he dies here, how can we be in charge? Besides, how can he have no soldiers around him? It's impossible to do it or not!"

"How can't it be done? What's the strange thing about the uneasy public security in the vassal states? I have written a letter to my mentor to try to delay. If Lord Ancestral wants to lead the troops, it will definitely not be so fast? If he comes so soon, there will definitely be no soldiers around him. Wait for leisure and be determined without intention, how can he not succeed? If you don't take action and let him seize my power, all the money will be ruined. Will your family spare you?"

After hearing Chen Zaixing's analysis of interests, Kong Zhang was already stunned. How did he think that the previous commercial adventure would have such a big connection, and he actually ended with assassinating the founding Marquis of the Kingdom and the third-rank official. But then he thought that he and Chen Zaixing were already on the same line, and both died. Thinking of the lonely scene of being imprisoned alone in the yard, Kong Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Forget it, there is no turning back, and he can only bet this time!"

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much. These are the worst plans. After all, the early national power may not come so quickly. Even if things really get big, the board can't hit you and me!"

"What do you mean?" Kong Zhang was stunned, then he reacted, pointed to the west with joy, "Can you use that Lord Liu as--"

"Yes, just understand, don't worry now!" Chen Zaixing smiled with satisfaction on his face. It turned out that he had already figured it out halfway. Since Liu Zhixing was not his own, he might as well hand over Mandalay to him and go to Bagan. In this way, even if the early Guoquan made any mistakes in Mandalay, he could at most a crime that was unknown to him, and he could put most of the responsibility on Liu Zhixing. As long as the early Guoquan was removed, the court could not find a person who knew the foreign affairs to get the job done. He still had to use himself. It was so great that he would be fined for several months. What was it?

After Chen and Kong finished their discussion, Chen Zaixing turned around and said goodbye and returned to his residence. Since he left here immediately, everything he had to arrange was very complicated. When everything was stopped, it was already bright moon and night shift. Chen Zaixing walked out of the house and saw that Mandalay City had already been silent. Only some lights on the west side were the place of the palace. He couldn't help but feel moved. His plan was afraid that Mandalay City would be in Mandalay City at that time.

Just like in April, the eldest princess living in the palace was afraid that she would suffer again? Should she prepare a way out for her? Chen Zaixing thought for a moment and then became hardened: his plan was extremely bold, fearing that he was not thorough, and the more pre-arranged arrangements, the more likely he would be exposed in the future, and he was afraid that he would cause the disaster of destroying the family. A real man was born in the world and should establish a foundation for all generations. How could he be led by these young children to do such foolish behavior?

Bagan, a yard in the Bodhi Temple in Mohe. Zhang Qi was paced back and forth in the yard, standing or sitting next to him, with more than a dozen Shunjun soldiers dressed as Burmese, looking bored.

Zhang Qi suddenly stopped and asked loudly: "Song Cheng, who went outside the city to deliver letters to the adults, hasn't he returned yet?"

"Sir, Song Cheng went out after lunch, so why would he have to come back the next day?"

"The next day?" Zhang Qi paused. At this time, he seemed extremely anxious, as if something big was about to happen. The Zhangqi on the side carefully advised: "Mr. Zhang, it's actually just those Burmese people who ran away. What's the point? There's no need to get angry in such a hurry!"

"You know what a fool!" The palm flag just touched Zhang Qi's fire and was immediately scolded: "After the pseudo-king was killed, have you not felt that the atmosphere in Bagan City was wrong these days? Haven't you even found that there were fewer beggars on the streets? And the eyes of those monks? And the Song Gan, you haven't seen what role this happened after this incident? At this critical moment, his subordinates suddenly disappeared, no! Very wrong!"

The flag was confused by my mother, and she touched her head and asked, "Sir, what's wrong with it? There are thousands of troops outside the city, and at most they can be invaded? Can that ginseng turn the world?"

"Oh, I can't explain it clearly, but I've been a soldier for twenty years and can smell this smell!" Zhang Qi said this, paused for a moment, and a cautious look appeared on his face: "It's like, it's like the feeling of hair chaotic twenty years ago!"

Naiwen was walking on the street. At this time, he looked hurried and his face was painted with plaster on his cheeks, as if he was doing something he didn't want to be discovered. Suddenly, he stopped and looked back and confirmed that no one was following him. Then he turned around and walked into a secret alley.

"Master, I'm here!" A voice came from behind Naiwen. He stopped and looked back. He saw Song Chan standing behind him, smiling and saluting him. There were still a few people at the entrance of the alley behind him, and his waist was bulging and obviously all of them were weapons.

"Hello donor!" Naiwen replied to Song Chan, "If you want to see me, you can go directly to Mohe Bodhi Temple, why do you want to call me here!"

"Master, you will know why right away!" Song Chan smiled slightly: "I invited you here to ask you to take us to do a big thing!"

"Do something big?" Naiwen was stunned and asked, "I am just an ordinary monk. What big thing can I do? Aren't you doing things under that Dashun officer? Why don't you talk to him?"

"He is a Northern Controversy, and I have nothing to talk about with them!" Song Chan said coldly: "Master, I will go straight to the point! Now there are recruiting soldiers and grain everywhere, and many ordinary people are about to starve to death. I want to ask you to bring us up and return the rice and land to the people, so that they can survive!"

Naven frowned and asked, "Aren't the fake king dead? The new king also ascended the throne in Mandalay. Those who were conscripted to serve in the army will return to their hometown soon. You can go back to your own village and your life will be better!"

"No!" Song Shen's face was ironic: "Mandalay is also recruiting troops and grain. The new king was just a puppet of the Northern Detachment. He regained the throne with the bayonets and rifles of the Shun people. The Shun people killed thousands of people who resisted them in Babu Village, and the bodies were piled up like a hill. The king also handed over the nobles and temples against him to the Shun people to loot. Many Shun soldiers made a fortune, such as the officer named Zhang Qi, who was originally a poor man, but now his hometown has thousands of acres of land and dozens of big houses, and has become a top rich man. The new king is like Meng Ji, both devils. The only difference is that Meng Ji surrenders to the British, while the new king relies on Shun people!"

Naiwen's face showed a look of shock. After a while, he whispered, "What should you do if you want me?"

"Bring us up and resist!" Song Gan's cheeks showed a morbid bright red. He shouted: "There are thousands of soldiers recruited by Meng Ji, as well as many guns and bullets in the city. Most of them were forced farmers. As long as you tell them to share the rice in the granary and the land of the nobles and men, they will stand on your side. With their support, we can defeat the British and the Northern Conflicts, and everyone can live a good life!"

Naiwen did not answer. As time passed, Song Gan's excitement gradually subsided. Seeing that Naiwen's face gradually changed from expectation to disappointment, he finally grabbed Song Gan's sleeve and shouted: "Master, take us with you, just like avenging your respect for your teacher!"

"I'm sorry!" Nain pulled out his sleeve from Song Gan's hand: "Song Gan, you'd better find someone else! You can do it yourself?"

Song Gan replied with a wry smile: "Others? Who else in Bagan City is more prestigious than you? As for me, I am just a lowly farmer covered in mud. The citizens of Bagan City will cover their noses and walk away four or five steps away from me!"

"I am a monk. What you want to do will cause many people to die! The temple survives by giving to the people and the men. The clothes on our monks and the food in their stomachs are inseparable from everyone's donations. How could I take you to let the donors kill each other?"

Songchan looked at Naiwen in despair and shouted loudly: "I know why you didn't agree, because the biggest landlord outside Bagan is your temple, right?"

Naiwen shook his body and sighed, "Yes, I can't wave my sword at the Buddha altar!" After that, he turned around and walked outward. Song Gan looked at his departure back, with his eyes crazy and desperate. Suddenly, he pulled out a short knife from his arms and rushed forward, and stabbed him in from Naiwen's vest with one knife. Naiwen, who was caught in the knife, turned around suddenly and looked at Song Gan in surprise. Song Gan looked at him in a step and whispered: "Since you don't want to be a hero alive, just be a dead hero!" After that, he waved his hand, and several people on both sides rushed up and pressed Naiwen under him.
Chapter completed!