Sweat! Only then did Xiang Xiaoqiang remember that the girl playing with the puppy opposite was not an ordinary girl! She was the current queen!
He smiled and said:
"You recognize me, hehe. It's okay. Get up early and take a walk."
"Xiao Xiang!"
A voice came from behind him. He turned around and it was Zheng Gongyin. Mr. Zheng walked over with a smile. The big man in black quickly bowed to greet him. Xiang Xiaoqiang also bowed and smiled:
"Good morning, Mr. Hou."
"Haha, morning, morning. Xiaoxiang, didn't you have breakfast? Haha, come on, I'll take you to try the 'Jinling Twelve Flavors' made by our garden, haha..."
Zheng Gongyin was very enthusiastic. He hugged Xiang Xiaoqiang and asked if he was used to it. Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't understand why the Marquis kept wooing her like this. Is there anything important about him? Or was he born like this, a smiling tiger?
Xiang Xiaoqiang still pretended to be flattered, but at the same time he had to remind himself that he was a British military intelligence officer and had to act just right.
…
The "Jinling Twelve Flavors" was quite good, but during the meal Zheng Gongyin smiled and chatted with Xiang Xiaoqiang, talking in a roundabout way, always seeming to be inquiring about Xiang Xiaoqiang's situation, such as how long he planned to stay in Daming, and where he was at the British Military Intelligence Agency
Exactly where I will be employed, etc.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was really a little confused at first. He didn't know whether he was here to issue an eviction order or to ask them unfinished questions on behalf of Dongchang. Xiang Xiaoqiang knew what he was doing. Anyway, he was an intelligence officer and an allied country. Hahahaha.
With a mysterious smile, that's right.
Just kidding, although you are the Marquis, can this be a casual question from you?
Zheng Gongyin went around for a long time, but got nothing. He started talking about Xiang Xiaoqiang's family situation and personal income. Now Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't hide it, so he had to make it up. But after hearing it, he also picked up the clue.
This Lord Zheng seemed to be asking himself in a roundabout way whether he was willing to help Daming. The test just now was to find out how big his ambition and appetite were, and whether he could be bribed.
Xiang Xiaoqiang saw through Zheng Gongyin's thoughts and was not ready to let the clouds cover him up anymore. Although he was confident that his brain was good, he thought he was no match for this old fox in this kind of Tai Chi.
"Haha," Xiang Xiaoqiang said with a smile, "Don't be offended, Mr. Hou. I grew up in the West and I have a habit of speaking directly. If Mr. Hou has anything to say, you might as well say it directly, haha."
Zheng Gongyin laughed loudly after hearing this and stopped going around in circles.
"Xiao Xiang, you saw His Majesty's decree yesterday, right?"
"good."
Zheng Gongyin sighed:
"It was sealed back."
"Return it?"
"Yes, we, the Ming ministers, like to resist edicts, but we have a tradition. His Majesty's edict was given directly to the Army Aviation commando team. After the commando team received it, they did not dare to carry it out and reported it to the Army Aviation Commander.
The commander of Army Aviation reported to the Minister of War in the cabinet. The minister immediately returned the seal."
This was also expected by Xiang Xiaoqiang. After reading the article in the constitution last night, he estimated that the minister would definitely have to return this kind of imperial edict that sought the skin of a tiger. He sighed and asked:
"Does Your Majesty know?"
"Already know."
"oh……"
Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, but remembered the happy scene he just saw. The little queen knew that her imperial edict was returned by Kangzhi, and she was still having so much fun. It seemed that it didn't matter, she was moved to tears last night, and this morning
When I got up, I forgot about it.
On the other hand, looking at the Lord Zheng in front of him, he seemed as melancholy as anything. To quote an inappropriate sentence: It can be said that the emperor is not in a hurry while the eunuch is.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was in the same mood as him at the moment, very melancholy. Mr. Hou was thinking about power, while Xiang Xiaoqiang was thinking about Qiu Qiu. But Xiang Xiaoqiang had to pretend that it didn't matter to him.
Xiang Xiaoqiang said with an expression that didn't hurt his back even though he was standing talking:
"Really, it's a pity... Uh, is there anything I can do to help?"
"Ah, ha, eat, eat, it's all cold..."
Zheng Gongyin changed the topic and offered food.
Xiang Xiaoqiang rolled his eyes and didn't mention it. It wasn't until a long time later that Zheng Gongyin started talking about this matter again. Xiang Xiaoqiang stopped asking this time and waited for him to take the initiative. Sure enough, Zheng Gongyin
I sighed and finally got to the point.
Xiang Xiaoqiang was immediately frightened. Zheng Gongyin asked him if he was willing to serve the Ming Dynasty.
What role does it serve? Lead a team to parachute behind enemy lines and replace the Ming Army Aviation Commandos to do this job.
In terms of status, because Xiang Xiaoqiang is an agent of the British Military Intelligence Agency and is on vacation (regardless of whether he is really on vacation), he is regarded as an employee and is hired by the Ming Dynasty royal family to do this.
As for the price, it's easy to say. You can ask for anything. As long as it's done beautifully, the figure given by the Ming Dynasty royal family is enough to lift him from the middle class to the upper class in one go.
As for the rest, if Mr. Xiang doesn't dislike it and intends to stay in Daming, Dongchang and Jinyiwei at will, it will be at least two levels higher than his position in the British Military Intelligence Agency and his income will be twice as high.
The most important thing is that he can marry many wives. This is something that the UK cannot provide him anyway.
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and drank tea gently, his face calm and thinking intensely in his mind.
This was something he never expected.
Just like the planners of their advertising agencies in later generations, once a famous and successful case is made, companies will come one after another and offer high prices.
He is like this to Xiang Xiaoqiang now.
The difference is that if the planner fails, all he loses is money and reputation. If he fails to Xiang Xiaoqiang, all he loses may be his life.
If he didn't accept this "deal", Qiu Qiu might never see him again. Moreover, he might have to spend his five years in Ming Dynasty in mediocrity.
But if he succeeds, according to the conditions set by the royal family, he can be promoted to an important member of the factory guard and receive generous remuneration. He doesn't know how much it is yet, but from what he hears, it will be enough for him to invest in the first pot of gold in the mining industry.
.
Also, he can win back Qiu Qiu and won't have any regrets.
The most important thing is that once the Ming Dynasty enters the "extraordinary period", the emperor will regain the monopoly of power. With the appreciation and trust of the queen, coupled with the protagonist-level character, he will finally become a figure like Lord Wei.
impossible.
However, if you fail, you will die. How good are you? You succeeded once by chance a few days ago. Can you succeed a second time?
Don’t know everything…
When Xiang Xiaoqiang crossed over, especially after experiencing the brilliant success in the North Shore, he suddenly became dissatisfied.
He is now too afraid of the mediocrity of his previous life.
In that nine-to-five, three-point-one-line life, everyone can look down on you, including your boss, colleagues, and girlfriend. Any department manager or supervisor can fire you with a flick of his finger, causing you to fall back into low self-esteem and anxiety.
, the sad situation of looking for jobs everywhere.
Xiang Xiaoqiang recalled the unforgettable words of an inspirational lecturer during company training in his previous life:
People can't fly because they never believe that they can spread their wings and fly.
…
Yes, how many times can we fight in life? Since we have traveled through time, why not fight once?
Is time travel just to continue being mediocre in the Ming Dynasty?
Xiang Xiaoqiang heard a voice shouting in his heart:
Accept the challenge! Spend these five years gloriously! Spend these five years like a real man!
You are not the same Xiang Xiaoqiang you used to be!
Let mediocrity die!
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang picked up the teacup and took a sip to moisten his dry throat.
Then, he suppressed the trembling in his chest and said with a smile:
"Oh? I'm a little interested in the Marquis's suggestion. Can you talk about it in detail? For example, what kind of manpower can you provide me?"
Zheng Gongyin looked at him with a smile and nodded appreciatively.
"Okay, Mr. Xiang, come with me, I'll show you something!"
…
Xiang Xiaoqiang followed Zheng Gongyin along the pebble path, passed through a bamboo forest, and came to a secluded small courtyard. Pushing through the Hualing Gate, this was an independent hall.
There was a mahogany square table in the middle and eight armchairs around it. A woman quickly stood up and shouted with a smile:
"Master Hou."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was startled, isn't this Jiang Meilu?