Lee Mingxun knocked on the table and said, "I am just the representative of Governor Chen, and you are just an admiral under the Governor of New Spain. You and I have no status and ability to decide the relationship between the two countries. Therefore, deeper cooperation requires you to get the Governor of New Spain. That is the authorization of the King of Spain. Now, we only talk about the issue of surviving diaspora. This is an opportunity for you to release your kindness and let the diaspora leave with me. Then we will maintain the current trade status until your Governor's envoy arrives. If you don't want to, then the result...I don't think you have the chance to see it."

Koquela knew in his heart that he could stop them from taking away the Ming people, but the result was that the ships in the port and the Manila sailboats in the shipyard would be destroyed. It would be fine if they were destroyed in a sneak attack last night, but he could still make excuses, but if the war started after the negotiations, it would be caused by his own poor negotiations.

"Mr. Li, I need to discuss with the top leaders of the Kingdom in the Philippines." Coquera said at last.

Li Mingxun smiled and nodded, took out a booklet from his arms, placed it in front of Koquera, and said, "Mr. Coquera, I said, I am a merchant, not a Ming official. The reason why I risked beheading to negotiate on behalf of Governor Chen was not only to hope to get his goodwill, but to make money. I heard that because of the rebellion of the local Portuguese, there was a problem with your trade with the Portuguese in Macau. You still had enough cargo space on the Manila merchant ship heading to Central America. I hope the cargo on my ship can help you fill it, and I hope that these cargoes can convince you to provide some help to other adults."

Coquila opened the book, and the first line alone made him smile that he had not missed for a long time: two hundred pounds of raw silk.

"Your Excellency, no matter what the result is, you are a noble friend of Coquila." Coquila said.

Li Mingxun smiled and took Ma Donglai back to the Tiger Shark. Ma Donglai asked carefully: "Big shopkeeper, aren't the goods on the Bald Eagle sold to the British East India Company?"

"That's just to make David believe in my sincerity. His goods are stored in the warehouse in Budai Port. Moreover, I can't let the East India Company ship leave early." Li Mingxun smiled.

Ma Donglai nodded carefully and said, "Big shopkeeper, but I heard that many elderly people in the trading company escaped from the Manila massacre. Will your business with them be disappointed?"

Li Mingxun glanced at Ma Donglai. The boy was only fourteen or five years old, but his heart was full of seven orifices. Li Mingxun said: "Of course not. This trade is just to let the Spanish see our strength. I will also sign a raw silk trade with Coquila next year. Next year, what I bring is not raw silk, but a sword!"

The Philippine Governor's Office ultimately did not have the courage to refuse to evacuate the expatriates. All the senior officials, including the Governor and the Chief of the Prosecutor, could neither ignore the threat of the warships in the harbor, nor accept the consequences of damage to the ships, nor could they resist the temptation of deeper trade with the Ming Dynasty.

In terms of the details, the two sides held a long-term negotiation. Regarding the conditions proposed by Koquila that the Ming Dynasty could not prevent Ming merchants from going to Manila and living in Manila, Li Mingxun decisively agreed. Anyway, this was not something he could decide. Li Mingxun also sold the goods on the Bald Eagle to Koquila at a 10% discount, and allowed Koquila to pay a large amount of Southeast Asian goods such as spices and nutmegs. The profit given up was considered Li Mingxun's ransom. After all, in addition to the craftsmen in the shipyard, many Han people were also in prisons and plantations.

As expected, the polite and generous Lee Myung-hoon became a guest of honor for the Philippines Governor and was invited to visit the Royal City of Manila and Santiago Castle. He spent half a month in the Royal City area and did not leave until the end of April.

Port of Manila at the end of April.

The strong wind wrapped in drizzle hit Li Mingxun's face. He could hardly open his eyes and finally tied his cloak tightly. Li Mingxun cursed the damn weather. He put his hair stuck to his face and ran quickly into the cabin of the Tiger Shark.

At the port, teams of ragged refugees were boarding the ship, thinner ones were plantation slaves brought back from other provinces, and those slightly healthier ones were shipyard artisans and relatives. The Manila massacre only lasted more than a year, and those who survived the disaster were glad to leave the port in this area. On the other side of the dock, three Guangzhou ships from Guangdong were mooring, and cargo and people who came to make a living were disembarking.

The port has formed a strange scene, with equally poor and down-and-out people, some people escaped from this hell and some people embarked on the land of hope. Li Mingxun knew very well that if it were not for his own travel, this situation would have happened countless times during this time and space. Chinese would be used and raised in Southeast Asia as animals. Whenever the colonists felt that they were fat enough, they would massacre some of them and rob wealth. After the massacre, poor Chinese would come here, build this land with sweat and wisdom, and then leave their lives here.

"Big shopkeeper, your leather boots are polished. What do you think?" Ma Donglai's voice suddenly rang out, holding Li Mingxun's leather boots in his hand. The leather boots were shiny and reflected silver light.

Li Mingxun took off his shoes soaked in rain, changed into freshly polished leather boots, looked at Ma Donglai, who looked expectant, and said, "Donglai, you did a good job. In fact, you are indeed a good shoe shiner. It seems that I underestimated you. Okay, that matter will be left to you."

Ma Donglai quickly knelt on the ground and thanked him repeatedly. What Li Mingxun said was naturally not about wiping his boots, but about the plan to lurk in Manila.

For the entire Tenglong Trading Company, the Spaniards in Manila are both enemies and competitors. This port is blocking Taiwan’s must-pass road to entering Southeast Asia. Obtaining this port is to obtain a springboard to enter Southeast Asia. Considering the future, this is a place that must be taken care of.

However, the trading company is in the stage of keeping a low profile and has no energy or strength to conquer the Philippines for the time being, but it does not mean that it is abandoned. Collecting the information here is still of extraordinary significance. Ma Donglai can speak Spanish and is a child. Even if he has appeared in front of Koquera, who can notice a teenage shoe shiner?

"Donglai, you have also seen that our trading company is developing rapidly and requires all kinds of talents. Lin He and Simmons are all former enemies, and now they can be regarded as the commander of a ship or the specialist of a business hall. Although you are young, as long as you do things steadily, you may not be inferior to them in the future." Li Mingxun said earnestly to Ma Donglai.

Ma Donglai bowed his head and couldn't speak excitedly. He knew that he could never establish a close relationship with Li Mingxun like Ah Hai, but as long as he seized the opportunity, he could be valued. For him, it was a turning point in his fate. Ma Donglai put the wallet handed over by Li Mingxun on the table and whispered: "The big shopkeeper, the villain lurked as a shoe polisher. It's too eye-catching to bring such silver. It's just a little bit of silver to survive the difficult period in front of him."
Chapter completed!