First Secret Agent in History

When he opened his eyes again, Yun Zhonghe was already naked and lying on the bed.

There were two women standing next to him, one was the mature and charming Mrs. Mo.

The other woman was even more enchanting and charming.

"Is this truth-telling medicine sure to be effective?" Mrs. Mo asked.

An enchanting woman next to her said: "Of course it works. This is a magic medicine developed by Rosemary Valley at countless costs. After anyone uses it, their whole spirit will completely collapse. They will answer whatever they ask, and they will have no memory afterwards."

Mrs. Mo stepped forward and asked: "Yun Aotian, what is your real name? Where are you from?"

Yun Zhonghe's eyes were blurred, and he said in a stupid voice: "My name is Yun Zhonghe, and I am from Hanshui City in the Great Victory Empire."

Madam Mo said: "Did you earn the one million taels of silver in Rift Valley?"

Yun Zhonghe said confusedly: "Yes, I earned it."

Mrs. Mo said: "You only have less than a month, how do you make money?"

Yun Zhonghe said confusedly: "I went to Jinzhou City in the Southern Zhou Empire and cured the terminal illness of Hualiu for the son of Marquis Ning'an, and asked him to give me the family heirloom "Shangjing Zhongyuan Night" in public."

""The Yuan Night in Beijing"?" Mrs. Mo took a breath.

Of course she knew the weight of this painting clearly. It was a masterpiece of a painting saint and was priceless.

Mrs. Mo said: "Even "Shangjing Zhongyuan Night" is not worth one million taels, at most it is worth more than 200,000. How did you get one million taels?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "It's very simple. This painting is divided into several layers. As long as you peel off each layer one by one and then re-frame it, it will become several famous paintings. Then if you sell them, you will get one million Two.”

Mrs. Mo was shocked and looked at the enchanting woman beside her.

The woman nodded and said, "There is indeed such a technique. The minimum can be three layers, and the maximum can be six or seven layers. However, the requirements for mounting skills are very high, and if you don't do it well, it will be completely damaged."

Mrs. Mo asked again: "Is it true or false that the granary in Rift Valley was burned down?"

Yun Zhonghe said confusedly: "It's false. We have already moved the food."

Mrs. Mo said, "How much food do you have left?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "It's enough for more than two months."

Mrs. Mo said: "Are you a secret agent of the Black Dragon Terrace that won the Empire?"

Yun Zhonghe said confusedly: "I'm not."

Mrs. Mo said, "Then what is the purpose of your visit this time?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Dedicate the silver salt field to keep peace. If the Mo family doesn't accept it, we will donate it to the Tantai family."

Mrs. Mo said: "Did you really donate the silver salt field, or is there some conspiracy?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Really give it."

Mrs. Mo said: "Impossible. The annual income of the Silver Salt Farm is 500,000 taels, which accounts for half of the Rift Wind Valley's income. There is no way you can donate it."

Yun Zhonghe said: "I have developed a miracle drug called penicillin, which can cure the terminal illness of Hualiu and tuberculosis. As long as it is sold publicly, the supply is guaranteed to exceed demand. Each bottle sells for five hundred taels of silver, and a thousand bottles are sold a year. Will suffice."

Mrs. Mo said: "You relied on this magic medicine to cure Ning'an Prince of the Southern Zhou Empire and Jing Wubian."

"Yes." Yun Zhonghe said confusedly, and then his body began to twist unbearably.

The enchanting woman next to her clucked her tongue and said, "I never thought that this young man would be so frighteningly beautiful after being cleaned. He is a uniquely handsome man. After you ask, do you mind if I eat him?"

Mrs. Mo said: "I don't mind."

"Then I'm not welcome." The enchanting woman smiled sweetly, took off her skirt and walked towards Yun Zhonghe.

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I don't know how long it took, but Yun Zhonghe woke up again with a splitting headache.

Not just headaches, but back pain as well.

At this time, Mo Qiu, the young master of Xiyu City, was sitting in front of him.

"Master Yun Aotian, you are well." Mo Qiu still smiled so brightly and kindly.

Yun Zhonghe said: "Young Master Mo Qiu, the Baiyin Salt Well Massacre was your conspiracy, and you planned everything."

Mo Qiu said: "Yes."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Just to completely occupy our Fallen Leaf Territory?"

Mo Qiu smiled and said, "What's wrong with this? The Fallen Leaf Collar produces hundreds of millions of kilograms of grain every year. It is completely the lifeblood of our Mo family. Of course we don't want to give it away."

Yun Zhonghe said: "As far as I know, the alliance of princes is currently in a quarrel due to the uneven distribution of spoils. Moreover, in this spoils sharing conference, the Mo family did not get much."

Mo Qiu said: "Lord Yun Aotian, people are starving to death in Rift Valley every day, and people are fleeing every day, so don't waste time and be direct."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Young Master Mo Qiu, even if I am destroyed in the Rift Valley, the ones who are cheaper are those from the alliance of princes and Qiushui City. You can imagine that once Qiushui City occupies a quarter of our territory, Then will it still obey the advice of your Mo family?"

Mo Qiu sighed: "Master Yun Aotian, be more direct."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Young Master Mo Qiu, you planned the Silver Massacre, so you know all the truth. You know who sold the poisonous salt, and you also know who caused the collapse of the Silver Salt Well. As long as you If you are willing, you can save our Rift Valley, right?"

Mo Qiu said: "Of course, why should I do this?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Because of interests, if it is more beneficial to you if the Rift Valley is destroyed, then you should let the Rift Valley be destroyed. But if it is beneficial to your interests to still survive the Rift Valley, then you should let the Rift Valley be destroyed." Continue to survive.”

Mo Qiu said: "Then what are you willing to pay?"

Yun Zhonghe said: "Silver Salt Field!"

Mo Qiu's eyes suddenly shrank.

Patriarch Mo, who was sitting behind the screen, even trembled at the corner of his mouth.

Yun Zhonghe said: "In order to plan the Silver Salt Well Massacre, your Mo family has paid a lot of money. You have a large amount of food, but you only lack money. Food is a strategic resource, and you are unwilling to sell more every year, but you have to Sell ​​it. The annual income from the silver salt field is nearly 500,000 taels. Once you get the silver salt field, your Mo family will be even more powerful."

Mo Qiu remained silent.

Yun Zhonghe continued: "Now the Princes Alliance Chamber of Commerce wants to occupy the Baiyin Salt Field and Lantian Salt Field, and the Ning family, the second largest prince behind Yun Wanxue. Once they finish dividing the spoils, it will be too late."

"So we in Riftwind Valley are willing to lease the silver salt field to you for fifty years, and in return, the Mo family needs to clarify the truth about the poisonous salt, the truth about the silver tragedy, and lift the sanctions on Riftwind Valley. This will be beneficial to both of us. You. We got the silver salt field, and we kept the Lantian salt field." Yun Zhonghe said: "Of course we have another request, we are about to run out of food, and we need the Mo family to support us with 100,000 shi of food."

Mo Qiu nodded and said: "I understand your opinion. Lord Yun Aotian will stay here for a few days and we will reply to you within three days."

Yun Zhonghe said: "Okay, but please hurry up, because I'm afraid that the division of the spoils by the princes alliance will end at any time. Once they wait for them to finalize the Baiyin tragedy, it will be too late."

Mo Qiu sneered: "We were the ones responsible for the whole Baiyin tragedy. Who can make the final decision?"

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Next, the Mo family father and son had an unprecedented heated argument.

Patriarch Mo thinks this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Mo Qiu felt that doing so would offend other princes and create a huge rift with the Tantai family, fearing that he might fall into the trap of alienation.

Patriarch Mo angrily scolded Mo Qiu.

Having lost this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, how will I get this financial source from now on. How to grow and develop without money?

Besides, if the Mo family doesn't take the silver salt field, the Jing family will give it to the Tantai family.

"This silver tragedy was planned by us. The other princes should just follow the soup. Now they want to eat meat. Why?"

"The Qiu family in Qiushui City was originally our lackeys. Once we let them take away the three territories of Rift Valley and their strength skyrocketed, will they still be willing to be our dogs?"

"When there are small benefits, of course you can't be short-sighted. But when there are big benefits in front of you, and you don't dare to take advantage of it because you are too hesitant, there is no future."

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Next, Yun Zhonghe stayed with the Mo family for three days.

No one paid attention to him during the journey.

Three days later!

Mo Qiu met Yun Zhonghe again.

"We, the Mo family, are willing to clear your name on the truth about the Silver Massacre, and we are also willing to provide you with one hundred thousand shi of food." Mo Qiu said: "But it is not enough for you to just pay for a silver salt field."

Yun Zhonghe said tremblingly: "Then, what else does the Mo family want?"

Mo Qiu said: "First, completely cede the 1,300 square kilometers of Fallen Leaf Territory to our Mo family. From now on, there will be no mention of return."

"Second, the silver salt farm was completely ceded to the Mo family instead of being leased for fifty years."

"Third, after you suffered this disaster in Rift Wind Valley, you can no longer afford to support so many troops, so you will reduce your army by 5,000 and give all the armor and weapons of these 5,000 troops to our Mo family."

That's too much to deceive.

When Yun Zhonghe heard these conditions, he suddenly jumped up.

His face turned red instantly, and his eyes almost looked like fire.

The greed of the Mo family is simply beyond imagination.

This is a living plan to completely dismember Rift Valley. Once they agree and pay the price, the Jing family will be completely amputated from the waist down. They are basically useless. Even if they are alive, they can only linger.

And once the Mo family really gets these things, it will skyrocket.

From now on, if you need money, you will have money, if you need food, you will have food, and if you need troops, you will have soldiers.

With five thousand armors and weapons, the Mo family can expand an army of five thousand at once.

Mo Qiu smiled and said: "Master Yun Aotian, the price we paid is also very high. At least we will offend the princes' chamber of commerce, offend Yun Wanxue, and offend Qiushui City. Once you are cleared of charges, our Mo family will become It’s a target of public criticism.”

Yun Zhonghe said: "Then you are too greedy. If I agree to your conditions, the Jing family will be worse off than dead."

Mo Qiu said: "Life is worse than death. It is still life, and it is better than death. Besides, I am a swordsman and a fish."

Yun Zhonghe said: "The conditions you put forward are too excessive. I can't be the master. I have to go back and report to the master."

Mo Qiu said: "Okay, but please remember, you don't have much time."

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Next, Yun Zhonghe left the Mo family, returned to Split Wind City, and reported the Mo family's conditions to Jing Zhongyue.

Jing Zhongyue split the previous case in half on the spot and did not reply to the Mo family after that.

The deception goes so far as to open the mouth of a lion.

The Fallen Leaf Territory is a granary, and the Silver Salt Farm is a money warehouse. Even if the Mo family wants to occupy it, they want to take away the weapons and equipment of the five thousand troops in Rift Valley?

Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death after eating so much?

In the next few days, the people of Rift Valley continued to flee, with increasing numbers of people.

There was also a large-scale food shortage in Split Wind City, because all the food reserves were provided to the army.

Finally, Jing Zhongyue couldn't bear the pressure and once again had secret talks with the Mo family.

"It is absolutely impossible to disarm 5,000 people. That would be equivalent to destroying our own livelihood. I can only disarm 1,000 people and hand over the armor and weapons of these 1,000 troops to Mo."

"I will never sign the Fallen Leaf Territory cession contract, but... you can rent it for another fifty years."

"The silver salt field can never be ceded, but it can also be leased for fifty years."

Next, there was a tug-of-war between the two sides.

Negotiations lasted three days and three nights.

It was finally settled.

The Mo family clarified the truth about the Baiyin tragedy and the poisonous salt, restored the innocence of the Jing family, and urged the alliance of princes to lift the sanctions on Rift Valley.

The Mo family provided 100,000 stones of food for Riftwind Valley.

In return, the Jing family permanently ceded Luoye collar to the Mo family.

Lease the silver salt field to the Mo family free of charge for fifty years.

Rift Valley reduced its army by three thousand, and gave the armor and weapons of these three thousand troops to the Mo family for free.

After the negotiation, the two parties signed a secret agreement.

As the third-party arbiter, it is still Zhu Tianfang, the dean of Daxi Academy.

No wonder...

The relationship between this person and the Mo family is really close.

Moreover, this person is also the head of the investigation team of the Princes Alliance of the Baiyin Massacre.

The secret agreement was made in triplicate.

The paper, pen and ink are all provided by the Mo family, and no falsehoods can be made.

March twenty-nine.

Jing Zhongyue signed and stamped this secret agreement that was humiliating and humiliating the country.

The moment she put the big seal on her face, Jing Zhongyue couldn't hold back her tears anymore and fell down.

This is the most shameful contract ever.

It was even more shameful than the secret agreement that Jing Zhongyue's grandfather had made fifty years ago when he rented the Fallen Leaf Territory.

Not only did they completely lose the Fallen Leaf Territory, they also lost their century-old silver salt well, and they also lost three thousand troops.

Dean Zhu Tianfang narrowed his eyes, and the head of the Mo family showed a proud smile.

Since then, the Mo family has skyrocketed.

But the Jing family is basically finished, with no hope left.

It’s just not okay for a woman to be the boss.

Jing Zhongyue looks majestic, but is actually worse than her incompetent grandfather.

Fifty years ago, the Jing family was deprived of its position as city lord by domestic slaves.

Today, Jing Zhongyue has completely ruined Rift Valley's century-old foundation.

"Next, our Mo family will immediately clarify the truth, restore the innocence of the Jing family, and let the alliance of princes lift the sanctions on Rift Valley."

"In addition, we will provide 100,000 stones of food for Rift Valley."

Jing Zhongyue said: "After your Mo family completes all your commitments, our Jing family will officially hand over the silver salt field to you in accordance with the contract. We will also formally cede the Fallen Leaf Territory to you. We will also reduce the army by three thousand and hand over The relevant armor and weapons are given to you."

Then, the three parties put their respective secret contracts into a box in person and affixed the seal.

The seal will be broken and the contract will be displayed until the day when the Silver Salt Farm and Fallen Leaf Collar are officially delivered.

The appearance of the crane in the cloud looks like mourning for an heir.

But he kept grinning in his heart.

Mo family, Mo Qiu, you are the next ones to vomit blood and die.

Ha ha ha ha!

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