Two middle-aged men walked in side by side and bowed to say hello to the people in the hall.

One of the middle-aged men walked to the top, clasped their fists and looked around and said, "Since the eight families are all here, let's talk about it for a long time."

"Jin got news a few days ago that Qin Chuan had sent a delegation to Khalkha and Weilat to prepare to trade with the Mongols."

"Everyone knows that Qin Chuan has a Loufan iron pot in his hand. Once this thing goes out of the customs, it will definitely become a hot item."

"If he does business with the Mongols, then we...we will have to cut off a path of wealth."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged man paused and looked around again.

"What are you afraid of?"

A young man below suddenly stood up and said, "But just an iron pot. Does he have silk cloth? Does he have salt? Does he have tea saddles? What's wrong with giving him the iron pot? What's more, can he do business with the Jin Kingdom?"

The middle-aged man in the head glanced at him and said lightly: "If Qinchuan was rampant outside the pass, would you still dare to send the goods to Khalkha?"

The young man was speechless.

The middle-aged man continued: "I'm afraid that I'm afraid of it. Tumote, Korqin and other tribes will also surrender to him. By then, Zhangjiakou Fort will be blocked by others."

"Impossible, this unique skill is impossible, Huang Taiji will never let Monan Mongolia vote at him."

"There is nothing impossible in this world."

The young man was speechless again.

The middle-aged man stopped talking and fell silent in the side hall.
Chapter completed!