Chapter 320: He is a bad old man

That night, after everything was arranged, Zhao Fubo left the Aden province on Sean's warship. This time, as a semi-travel operation, Zhao Fubo only brought his own guards, Juliana, Sophia and Martin.

Isn't it too much? Why is Zhao Fubo dealing with things like this? In fact, there is no one who understands the situation in Aden at this moment than Zhao Fubo.

Among the cities in the Aden province, except for the coastal cities, Zhao Fubo has contacted the buyers. For the time being, this may be released. In addition to the people's wealth, the other wealth in the city has arrived in Aden.

Therefore, those cities are not very important to Zhao Fubo. As for the coastal cities, they naturally have their own army, and the maneuver of sailboats, so they will not be afraid of anyone's attack. As for the attacks of other provinces, they will give them the inland cities if they want to, but when Zhao Fubo comes back, he has the excuse to occupy their provinces.

Fatima and Pu Jinshu were left in Aden. The former wanted to collect more information here, especially counting what impact it would have on the coastal cities of Aden after Martin's new policy was promulgated.

The latter is here waiting for several ships that bring goods and personnel, and at the same time, they have to wait for the modification of the other warships of Abu Bakr to be completed. Perhaps if the work progress goes well, Pu Jinshu will return to the Song Dynasty before Zhao Fubo and the others return.

Looking at the people traveling with Zhao Fubo, they were all excited, and Fatima's expression was somewhat unhappy. As a young girl, she has recently been favored by her husband, but she has to stay here for some important things. How can she not feel unhappy?

"Hmph, if he doesn't take me there, he is afraid that I will delay his good things. Do you know that the woman in Egypt is now called Pearl Sprig. As far as I know, she has a very talent for conquering men, so Juliana, you should pay attention!"

When Fatima told Juliana, she had a serious look on her face. It seemed that she was not relieved that Zhao Fubo went to Suez like this. Before the warship sailed directly, she kept reminding Juliana to pay attention to this matter.

"This...how is this possible..."

Although Juliana didn't say anything, she knew that feeling. Fatima used that method to combine with Zhao Fubo, and should have studied the culture of the Song people and knew how Zhao Fubo would deal with this matter, so she did such a thing.

"Pearl Sprig, he is the favorite concubine of a king of a country. He shouldn't have done such a thing!"

Looking at the vast dark sea, Juliana had to throw this matter behind her head. There were still people who were still sleeping in a hurry on the deck of the warship. Zhao Fubo's guards were drinking and chatting on the side of the ship. As for Zhao Fubo, they naturally fell into Martin's hands who refused to relax for a moment.

Around the tables placed on the deck, like Martin on other boats, this was a pavilion with a transparent roof. The evening breeze blew the shade nets, and the table was filled with teapots and Martin's newly made things - thermos.

Hot tea, pipes, and other things are enough for thinking and chatting. Of course, this can be added to your own students, as a pastime when you are not as good as sleeping in the evening.

Martin's voice sounded like the unchanging Taihushi River, slow but transmissing indistinguishable authority. No one knows what era he was talking about, so everyone guessed that it was just part of the divine metaphor he used to teach Zhao Fubo.

"Yes, we must use the means of the East India Company, that is, the residents of our city are our small shareholders. Anyway, the governors of nearby provinces are also our shareholders, so there are not many of them. I don't know whether you believe it or not, money is always more effective than God or Allah. So some people say that money itself was invented by Satan, and it is just to make greed in the evil nature of human nature and more directional!"

Zhao Fubo is still young, not as good as all children who look at his father. He looks at the pipe on the teacher's mouth. If possible, he doesn't mind taking a sip, just like the teacher Martin or half-father, and half-closing his eyes to listen to some magical metaphor.

Unfortunately, in the eyes of Teacher Martin, he is just a 16-year-old brat. Although he can go to the battlefield and have the favor of some girls, in the eyes of Teacher Martin, he is just a brat.

"So, if a group of people invested, they will no longer accept the judgment of others, no matter what God or Allah will say?"

Zhao Fubo was a little suspicious about this. He had seen Arabs massacre another sect for the sake of religious belief, and anyone who had or had not committed any crimes. Or it was no longer an important matter for crimes. Massacre was the only important issue.

"Yes, God and Allah are not opponents of interests. Just imagine, if God and Allah or any god are opponents of interests, then how to explain the invasion that the Song Dynasty was subjected to, first, Liao, Xixia, Jin, and Mongolia. You tell you what crazy things people would do for the benefit of the people!"

The discussion between teachers and students can be heard by the people on the side, but they cannot understand more. Because Martin will not explain to them where the so-called "East India Company" was established by whom. All of what he said has something to do with their future actions and their management in the province of Aden.

To understand these things, it depends on their "understanding". However, Zhao Fubo doesn't need them. What he has to do is discuss these things with the teacher.

"But teacher, what should we do if our people all invest in the company if the company loses. Also, what should we do if someone takes action in the company?"

Zhao Fubo was squinted around Martin's eyes, and the pipe in his mouth was so loud that he blew "boo". After a long time, he started to speak, but he was asking questions.

"As long as you have strong soldiers, will your business lose? As long as your things are more advanced than others, will you lose at a high price? As for the internal efforts, my stupid student, what use do you want to do with the "Shenzhou Law"? If one day, you will have to obey the "Shenzhou Law" as the emperor, let alone others. Remember only one thing: the law is not humane, and the law does not listen to others' advice. Even if God breaks the law, he has to chop it up!"

Martin is a Westerner, Julianna knows that at least he looks Westerner and is an old man from a blacksmith. But when he says all this, even God will be governed by his so-called "Shenzhou Law", then who else can be exempted from the "Shenzhou Law" and even God can chop off, then who else in this world can not obey the "Shenzhou Law".

"But these things are not the focus of our discussion today. The focus today is that we use the Satanic curse to tie all civilians and officials to us. For our own interests, they have to tie them together with us. No matter what we do to the outside world, as long as the entire company develops rapidly and grows, our strength will expand rapidly.

As for losing money to me when doing business, I really never thought of it. Even if you and I are familiar with the way of business, who can do this thermos I made in this world? I should sell it at a high price!"

At this time, Zhao Fubo continued a sentence from the side, indicating that this guy is more vicious than his teacher's relatively civilized methods.

"That's not necessarily the case. There are profits and losses when doing business. But even if I'm so stupid that I can even lose such products, I think we can still grab them if we make machine guns and cannons. This is much faster than doing business!"

Zhao Fubo, who was born in the province of Aden, changed from an ordinary wealthy family to a person who was similar to other governors and was as rich as a country. If you think about it again, he went from being endorsed by a board to today, the source of wealth seems to have more to do with force. Obviously, Zhao Fubo, who got the sweetness from force, saw that this was the way to make a fortune.

"Hmph, just knowing that doing such a simple thing can you really achieve your ambitions? This is a temporary wealth, because if you follow this path, one day others will surpass you in technology. So..."

Zhao Fubo was a young man after all, and his relationship with Martin was half-father and half-teacher. Therefore, the ridicule he just received was the teacher's right to him.

"So, we must constantly improve the internal fair system and invest more money in our scientific research. In this way..."

Martin nodded slowly with his pipe in his mouth. Zhao Fubo, a young child, was already good to think of so many things. It was said that children of his age might not be able to consider that long-term. Although his identity suppressed him, his progress was really good.

After listening to Zhao Fubo's words, Martin pulled out the pipe from his mouth and lit Zhao Fubo's forehead.

"This is not enough, it can only make you go smoothly on this road. Because others will learn from your development, so you have to think of a way so that they cannot go on this road. Now Europeans and Arabs are fighting to the death for their faith. In fact, it is just a matter of interests. I hope you can understand something from this matter!"

Martin looked at Zhao Fubo, and his hopeful eyes fell on him. He hoped that he understood how to implement foreign policies in the future.

"Well, teacher, I thought of it. It is necessary for them to establish a country that integrates politics and religion, and that religion is a higher position than the government. The life they should be doing when we study theology together!"

Before Martin could speak, Juliana, who was standing beside him, had already answered.
Chapter completed!