Half an hour later, Liu Qing returned to Daqing Library.

He felt that his biggest mistake was that he came here with only two guards.

He didn't expect that Silatu was so rough and ruthless, and did nothing to consider the consequences.

Now, Silat must have been looking for someone to monitor him outside the Daqing Library, and it was impossible for him to leave here.

The other party does not consider the consequences when doing things, but Liu Qing needs to consider it. What he is thinking about now is how to properly solve this matter.

If he relies on his own abilities, he might have to give up the Daqing Library and the business here.

But after the twenty men were crippled, they became slaves to Beimeng, and the 30,000 books, he couldn't swallow this.

In fact, Tyrat did not dare to kill Liu Qing without any last resort, because Liu Qing's commercial layout in Beimeng was too big.

Liu Qing knew this very well.

Liu Qing also has another way, which is to ask for help from the Great Zhou Dynasty. According to His Majesty's temper today, he would never be wronged. However, even if he used a flying pigeon to pass on the letter, the news would take three days to reach Changdan City. And the court sent people to rescue him, which would be longer. What's more, if this matter gets worse, it might cause war between the two countries.

Liu Qing sat in the back hall of Daqing Library and was struggling for more than an hour. Finally, he decided to strategically abandon Daqing Library and the business here in three days, and wait until he had the opportunity to avenge him.

As for reporting, we still need to report it. Just explain the situation here clearly. As for what the court should do, it is not controlled by him.

Immediately, Liu Qing wrote down what happened today, and then used the remaining eight flying pigeons to spread the news to Dazhou.

These flying pigeons can fly 1,200 miles in a day, and three days is enough to convey the news to the Great Zhou.

...

And at this moment, in the mansion of Silatu.

Silat smiled and said to his housekeeper: "Divide the 30,000 books into 300 copies and give them to the list of nobles I listed. Today, I not only completed the more reading plan formulated by the Grand Marshal, but also taught the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty how to do business! Such achievements should be spread to these people!"

"Master, this matter will not be a big deal! Then Liu Qing's status in the Great Zhou Dynasty is not low!"

"Hmph, this is Beimeng. He even has to be on the plate. Didn't you see that when I insulted him today, he didn't dare to say a word?" Sirat said with great sternness.

In the next three days, Liu Qing was very quiet. In addition to handing over all the business in Datuzhou and suspending his subordinates, he stayed in Daqing Library to read books.

He has been in business for most of his life and has fought with many businessmen for many years. But now he has already lost his edge and has only peace left.

Three days later, Liu Qing handed over the land deed from the Daqing Library, but did not sign a contract to distribute the profits from doing business in Northern Mongolia to 30% of the Silatwu.

It is absolutely impossible for him to sign this contract. The money is from the Great Zhou Dynasty. If he signs it, he will be a traitor.

After Shirat obtained the land deed and grabbed the operating rights of Daqing Library, he became even more despicable. He directly found someone to put Liu Qing under house arrest.

He felt that Liu Qing was a threat to the economic development of Northern Mongolia, but he did not dare to kill him, so he found a hidden house and detained him.

Liu Qing had long expected that Silat would do such a shameless thing, so he had already sent someone to send messages.

Two days later, in the Chuigong Hall, Kong Moshan presented the news from Liu Qing to Zhao Yan.

"Snatching me 30,000 books, hurting my twenty people, and insulting my foreign trade envoy of the Great Zhou Dynasty. I want to kill this Silatwu!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Yan picked up the cup on the table and threw it out directly.

Since he was in power, Zhao Yan has never been so angry.

"Your Majesty, Liu Qing said that he has a stopgap plan and will temporarily avoid the edge, and then he will definitely avenge this when he has the chance in the future!"

"Is there a chance in the future? I will take revenge today. I can't wait for a day. I will send someone to kill Shiratwu immediately!" Zhao Yan stared in his eyes angrily.

"Your Majesty, no, now that our new policy on the Great Zhou Dynasty has just been on track, the court's finances can barely be maintained. If it is caused by a war with the Northern Mongolian, it will be extremely unfavorable to the development of our Great Zhou Dynasty!"

Zhao Yan's mouth curled up slightly, revealing an unpredictable smile.

"I promise that even if Xiratwu is killed, Beimeng will not dare to send troops. If Ergu dares to start a war, I will definitely destroy Beimeng this time!" Zhao Yan said confidently. Only he knew how powerful the firearm camp of the Great Zhou was at present.

If the war with Northern Mongolia begins, it will not be a stunning fight against Mai Mang, but a breeze of massacre.

However, Zhao Yan would not choose this cruel method until the last moment.

"But... Your Majesty, Fei Ge has been delivering a letter for three days. If we want to send people to Beimeng to assassinate at least ten days. In the past half month, the conflict may have been resolved. What if Beimeng knows that we have taken action and kill Liu Qing in advance!" Kong Moshan said with a vigilant look on his face.

Zhao Yan shook his head slightly and said: I have a plan. In the northern Mongolian area, I have a team hidden, and it is most appropriate for them to do this."

"Ah? Your Majesty also sent soldiers in Beimeng?" Kong Moshan was extremely surprised.

Zhao Yan sat on the dragon throne and said, "I am a great Zhou, even if I leave the great Zhou, I cannot be bullied by anyone. Not only in Northern Mongolia, but also in the surrounding countries, there are people from my great Zhou!"

"Your Majesty is wise!" Kong Moshan said with great respect. He, Xiao Jingye and Yang Xinghuai, praised Zhao Yan's ability to make arrangements in advance more than once. This forward-looking look made these three old men sometimes sigh whether Zhao Yan was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years, otherwise how could he have such a skill of making a brilliant plan and predicting the future.

When they met this kind of holy king, they felt so lucky.

Soon, Zhao Yan's carrier pigeon appeared in the territory of Northern Mongolia.

At night, the wind blew the grass and rustled.

On a vast grassland, ten felt tents were close together, with bright bonfires around them, and not far away, thousands of cattle and sheep were kept in captivity.

The people of Northern Mongolian could not have imagined that more than a thousand firearms and more than a hundred thunders were placed in these ten felt tents.

Drive! Drive! Drive!

At this moment, men rode their horses and rushed to the felt tent, and soon gathered nearly 300 people.

One of the tall and mighty men stood in the center to welcome these people.

His name is Shunliu, and his subordinate called him Brother Qiliu. He looked unshaven, messy and very mature. In fact, he was just twenty-one years old.

He used to be a member of the Firearms Battalion, but now he has been in Northern Mongolia for nearly a year.

Zhao Yan once said to him: Your mission is to not ring, it will be enough, and the sound must be amazing!
Chapter completed!