Ali said angrily: "You'd better restrain your attitude. I think even if His Highness Yu knows this, he will punish you."

Shaojie shrugged and said cynically: "In fact, Your Highness is the major shareholder of that factory!"

"Bastard!" Ali directly turned over the table, and the table of melons and vegetables fell on the ground.

Ali stomped those things and roared furiously: "What do you think of me Ali, what do you think of the Ottoman Empire? Are we just being played with by you like this? Are you treating allies? I really want to put you in my pocket and let the camel stomp you, and stomp you like these shit dips."

Shaojie ate the cucumber in his hand and said indifferently: "There are countless cucumbers in this farm, just like the empire has countless Shaojie. If you kill me, you will not change the overall situation."

"Why do you tell me this? Even if these are facts, you should choose to hide it. Is this the quality of Chinese diplomats and the quality of imperial nobles?" Ali clenched his fists.

Shaojie smiled and said, "I just want to see how you are angry. I heard that when you are angry, your two beards will jump."

"Damn it, bastard!" Ali was furious and took out a revolver from his arms. His action immediately triggered the reaction of the two guards. One of Ali's guards blocked him and the other raised his arm, while Shaojie's guard drew his gun and pulled Shaojie behind him.

Bang bang bang bang!

Ali's pistol fired at the sky, and Shaojie took away the gun from the adjutant's hand.

"Look, Lord Ali, everyone here is laughing at you, laughing at you for not having the courage to maintain your dignity, and laughing at you for being played with by me." Shaojie pointed to the person who had his head out of the vineyard and the window, and said.

Ali did not dare to shoot Shaojie, but it did not mean that he did not dare to shoot the Egyptian employee of Oasis Farm. He raised his hand and shot at a male servant by the window, firing all the remaining bullets in the pistol. The man was so scared that he screamed and ran away all the way, and the rest of the people ran away completely.

Shaojie sat on a stone stool, lit a cigarette, threw the cucumber handle in his hand, sucked the cigarette, and looked at Ali.

Ali also felt something was wrong. Shaojie seemed to be deliberately angering himself, but he had no reason to do so. He had no grudges or grudges, and both sides were still in the honeymoon period.

Besides, what happened to the gun in my hand? It is normal not to kill the male servant, because it is a new gun, and it is obviously beyond the effective range of fifty meters away. But why does the bullet have no effect? ​​Even if it hits a wall, it should splash some walls.

"This is the gun I gave you, the empty bag of bullets inside." Shaojie pointed to the beautiful box that had been thrown on the ground and said, this was the gift he gave to Ali in front of Amal.

When Ali heard that it was an empty bag, he understood: "Mr. Shaojie, you did it on purpose."

"Of course, Your Highness and I are not shareholders of that factory," said Shaojie.

"What about the news?"

"The news is of course true! The kettle is not a military equipment restricted by the empire. If others want to buy it, we cannot restrict the merchants from providing it." Shaojie said.

Ali said: "You irritated me and asked me to shoot you, for Amal to show you."

Shaojie nodded: "Yes, the owner of this farm, or one of them, is Amal's people. Four days ago, I came here and stepped on the spot in advance to communicate with the people here. But this morning, when Amal went to the Suez Consulate to invite me, he said that the farm had prepared my favorite fresh vegetables and dipping sauce. And Amal should not know about this. I thought about it, maybe Amal has eyeliner here, or maybe he has some way to make the people here use it for him."

"So you deliberately angered me and passed the news of the conflict between you and me to Amal through the people here?" Ali asked. Shaojie just nodded, but Ali was even more confused: "Why?"

Shaojie said: "I have known you and I have long known each other. Next, we will have secret cooperation. If people contact each other more, they will become bonds and become familiar with each other. Just like when you met Amal and I today, you said, "I guess this Eastern Kong Kong is Lord Shaojie." He wanted to show Amal that it was our first meeting, but have you ever thought about it? As a Upper Egyptian Bey who rarely comes into contact with Chinese people, how do you know how to call me?"

Ali shook his head: "Amal won't notice these."

"Of course not, but this kind of thing is just that I can't resist thinking about it. When he doubts, before he recalls, there will be many details that prove his suspicion. And you and I have a conflict today, and you and I don't tell him about this. After that, whether you and I are close or familiar in front of him, in his eyes, they are all acting on the scene, intentional." Shaojie said calmly.

When Ali heard this, he felt it was reasonable and said, "You orientals really have a lot of thoughts."

"This is to survive. Amar is a cruel and ruthless person. If he knew that you cooperate with the empire, you would die, and maybe I would die too." Shaojie said.

Ali understood that in the future, there was no need to be careful when the two communicated. Even if they showed some flaws, they would not be suspected by Amal.

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"After you left less than a quarter of an hour, Lord Ali and Lord Shaojie started arguing. The farm people didn't hear clearly what the argument was. They did not allow anyone around them. But Lord Ali fired the gun, and both sides almost ignited the fire." Amal lay on the sofa, looking at the view outside the window, and listening to his subordinates' reports.

Amal frowned: "Has Ali shot?"

"It was opened. I first shot a few times at the sky, and then shot at the people on the farm to vent my anger."

Amal nodded: "It sounds like his style, but fortunately he did not shoot directly at the Chinese envoy. What happened after that? Did both sides say why?"

"It's strange that it's strange here. The villain went to deliver a tent to Lord Ali. Lord Ali didn't say anything, and went to the consulate to return the vehicle. Lord Shaojie didn't say anything, as if this happened. The villain really couldn't figure out why it was like this, so he came to report, Lord Pasha, should you take the initiative to ask?"

Amar thought about it and shook his head: "No, it seems that the two of them are not dealing with each other, but the two are still considering the overall situation. That Lord Shaojie is a celebrity of King Yu and wants to achieve something. As for Ali, he thinks this is a good opportunity to become a success and wants to endure it. But what I can't understand is why the two of them quarrel."

"This villain really doesn't know, but after hearing what Lord Shaojie said, he seemed to be dissatisfied with Lord Ali, saying that what he put in his head was not his brain, but gunpowder."

Amar smiled: "Yes, that's it. Shaojie is from a Chinese aristocrat and is familiar with politics. He has little experience in dealing with Ottoman local lords like Ali, and he has some experience in dealing with Ottoman local lords, and he is not used to it."

Half a month later, I was still at Oasis Farm.

Shaojie saw a brand new cavalry, all wearing white robes, linen covered with heads, holding scimitars, carrying a flintlock rifled rifled rifled, galloping in the desert near the farm. The size of this cavalry was only more than 400 people, but they were riding dromedary camels.

This is the Bedouin cavalry recruited by Ali. Amal and the Bedouin people have a deep feud, but Ali is not.

The Bedouin people were widely distributed in the Arabian Peninsula and the Sahara region. They were desert herders, and wherever there were deserts, there were Bedouin people. And there were many Bedouin people in the Upper Egypt controlled by Alibey, and he worked with them in the battle with Mamluk.

"In another five days, I will take this cavalry to Cairo, meet with my main force, and then go to the battlefield. And you will have much trouble for the next military cooperation." Ali said to Shaojie.

The next step is to recruit and train a new army. The Prussian instructors were still on the way to come, and Amal came to recruit some people in the two provinces of Egypt and Sinai. They first conducted simple training, and after the Prussian instructors arrived, they conducted large-scale training.

In this process, the Empire promised to install Ali's confidants and his fellow Albanians in this army unit named Egyptian army as much as possible.

"What about our cooperation?" Shaojie asked after looking around, there were no one else.

Ali smiled and blew a whistle. A cavalry came quickly. Under the grape trellis where the two of them were enjoying the cool air, they saw something on the blanket. The cavalry actually said in Chinese: "A very beautiful blanket, with fine wine, dates and Portugal... Unfortunately, there is no camel milk. Speaking of which, camel milk is the most wonderful thing. Even the great prophet praised it. I think the milk flowing in heaven in the scriptures is camel milk..."

This man was talking while stuffing his mouth, and the Chinese he spoke was a bit exaggerated, as if he was singing and reciting poetry, but the language was always mixed with things like scriptures.

Because he was eating, Shaojie saw this face clearly, his skin was a bit dark, his man was very strong, his lips were very thin, and his eyes were bright. He looked in his thirties, and considering the living environment of the Bedouin people, he should be younger.

"His name is Wahid. Don't ask me what my full name is. I don't know either. He only told me that his name is Wahid. He is a warrior and an artist. He is very famous in the Bedouin tribe, similar to a minstrel." Ali introduced.

"You can call me Jinqin! I heard that you are a high-ranking official from the East, maybe you have heard of this name." Wahid said.

When Shaojie heard the name Jinque, he felt familiar with it first. He recalled carefully that in some of the information left by the Military Intelligence Bureau, there was such a name in the Bedouin catalog. Among the Bedouin people, not many people who could leave their names in the information of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

"Golden Bird is a very famous code name, especially in the deserts of the peninsula. The Bedouin people there know Golden Bird Wahid, much more than those who know Alibey." Ali said.

Shaojie said: "But I feel like a liar."

"I was originally a liar, but Bedouin people know that I don't cheat on Bedouin people, I just cheat outsiders," said Wahid.

"Then are you going to lie to me?" Shaojie asked.

"Not this time, for the sake of Lord Ali," Wahid said seriously.

Shaojie shook his head: "No, he is not suitable."

Ali said: "There is no better candidate." Seeing that Shaojie still shook his head firmly, Ali added: "If you choose him, you can do not have money, just supplies."

"If this is the case, I can try it." Shaojie nodded.

Wahid's duty was to represent Ali in the entire Ottoman Empire to recruit Bedouin warriors. Amal thought the recruitment was recruited in Sinai and the Sahara, but Ali's secret cooperation with the empire was to recruit in the Arabian Peninsula.

This was the empire's consistent policy of changing birds. As early as the time when uniting with Poland and Russia to deal with the Ottoman Empire, the empire captured areas along the Indian Ocean such as Aden and Muscat from the sea, and continued to expand to the inland on the Arabian Peninsula.

More than 20 years have passed, and the semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural Omani people have been basically solved. Most of them immigrated to the east coast of Africa, but it is difficult to solve the Bedouin in the Arabian Peninsula. It is very difficult to find the Bedouin in the desert.

According to the agreement between the two parties, Wahid was responsible for recruiting the Bedouin people on the Arabian Peninsula to join the army, while Ali was responsible for providing resettlement land for these Bedouin people, and the costs incurred were jointly borne by the Empire and the Ottomans.

Shaojie took Wahid to Suez City. Wahid did not bring a follower. Shaojie walked with him and found that this guy had a really good mouth, could speak multiple languages, and was very good at bewitching people's hearts. When he returned to Suez City, Shaojie immediately went to check the information and then reported to Li Junwei.

In the scattered information of the Military Intelligence Bureau, Gynde Wahid is indeed very famous. He has traveled to all the Bedouin tribes. The elders of each tribe like him very much, and he is also good at mediating conflicts between tribes. The Military Intelligence Bureau uses its power to rescue the merchants and explorers of the empire. The agents he worked with him commented on him: Gynde's tongue is better than a cavalry company.

Even the gang members of Suez City and the management of the Suez Canal knew this person, saying that this person was very feasting in the gray area.

Li Junwei directly agreed to use the Golden Que. He wrote in a letter to the Supreme Emperor: I don’t know whether the Golden Que can solve the Bedouin robbers in the Arabian Peninsula, but I will do this well. If the Golden Que doesn’t work, change to other ones and find a good solution.
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