The Lord Who Wants to Be Emperor

The news of the destruction of Maratha Castle soon reached Dulab's ears, thinking of the massive amount of supplies that Aslan and the others brought with them when they came back, Dulab's hands and feet were instantly cold.

With such a sturdy group of robbers living in front of his house, he can have a ghost if he can feel at ease.

"I will accompany you to meet the Aslan lord, maybe the other party needs our help." Mukla's reaction was much calmer.

Although the main city of Pune is the main city, compared to Maratha Fort, it can be described as poor and white. At first, the nobles with a little money moved to Maratha Fort.

Nowadays, in the main city of Pune, the real nobles are the Tata family, and only Durab is left. The other dozen or so little nobles are all in order to facilitate the management of Pune when Durab came to power. Canonized by the main city.

Even if Dong Yapu Company wanted to rob, it could not grab anything of value.

What's more, people really want to rob, and they can't stop it.

Accompanied by Mukla, Durab came to the premises of Dong Yapu Company in fear.

A large piece of thatched huts, with a huge shed in the middle, and many workers on the left are building brick kilns.

When Durab came to Dong Yapu Company, it happened that he returned from the army that had been expelled from hunting locusts and was exchanging protein cakes with Dong Yapu Company.

Each of these soldiers had a smile on their faces.

In this hunt, they made a big harvest, cleared the locusts in a surrounding village, and caught nearly 300,000 heads, enough for them to exchange 100,000 pieces of protein cakes, and to go with the miscellaneous grain cakes, enough for their troops to eat for a while.

Jackie knew Durab naturally, and when he saw him, he immediately led him to Aslan's courtyard.

Aslan was sitting in the courtyard alone, making black tea while looking at the books in his hand. They were all found by Medoria from the mansion of the Maratabao lord, and they recorded many cultural and interesting stories about the Asian subcontinent.

"Come! I thought you weren't coming!" Aslan put down the book in his hand and said lightly.

Mukla smiled and nodded and said, "There is such a big thing today, how can I not come."

Durab was almost seated by Mukla.

The last time he came, the person in charge of meeting with him was Jackie, so he hadn't met Aslan, but when he saw Aslan for the first time, he showed a surprised expression.

too young.

Originally, he had been fantasizing about Aslan's appearance, he should be a majestic, masculine and hard-core middle-aged uncle.

"Please have tea!" Aslan used wooden tongs to send two small tea cups in front of them.

Although he made black tea, the tea set used by Aslan is a Kung Fu tea appliance. Although he loves to drink tea, he always feels that the big cup of black tea tastes wrong. This way of drinking Kung Fu tea is the most suitable for him.

The two watched suspiciously as Aslan picked up a small teacup to drink tea, and they all followed suit.

"Tell me about your conditions! We are all in a mutually beneficial relationship. I sent people to establish Dong Yapu Company. The real purpose is to make money, but I don't want to come to war." Aslan said casually, skillfully washing cups in warm water. , And finally make tea, the whole process goes smoothly, giving people a pleasing feeling.

The corner of Mukla's mouth curled slightly, so that he wouldn't believe what Aslan said, speaking to Durabunnu, meaning to let him speak.

Durab took a deep breath and began to reorganize the rhetoric taught by his teacher along the way.

"We can help cover your industry, but we need food and weapons. Of course, we will not ask for free. We will buy them at market prices. Of course, your company also needs to pay taxes." Durab said with trepidation.

In his opinion, Aslan has such a strong strength that he can buy and sell strongly. As for paying taxes, it is even more impossible. Therefore, his request belongs to a very excessive category, but the transaction requires bargaining after all, so he set a higher price. It doesn't matter at all.

Aslan pondered for a while and said: "Yes, but I want preferential policies."

"Agree!" Durab was taken aback for a while, but was shocked by Aslan's straightforward answer.

Such demanding requirements were also agreed.

Mukla frowned slightly, he always felt something was wrong there.

Aslan smiled slightly and said: "Yes, this time I came to the Principality of Prince, I saw that the area around Pune is very suitable for growing soybeans and corn crops, and I am preparing to build large-scale farms and breeding farms, whether it is for the Pune area. It's me, I can get huge benefits."

"Wait! What is the farm? What are you going to breed?" Durab asked doubtfully.

"A farm is a place where large-scale livestock and poultry are raised. In the early stage, they were mainly pigs and chickens." Aslan said.

If poultry and livestock breeding is successful, the price of meat products in Pune will be greatly reduced in the future.

"I am very supportive of these, so what do you need me to do?" Durab asked curiously.

"I want to lease a large amount of land, and the income of the farm must be at my own disposal. Of course, the ownership of the land is still owned by the lord. Of course, taxation is indispensable." Aslan said casually.

"Drink tea!"

Mukla nodded, unable to help but sink into thought.

He didn't understand the benefits of Aslan's doing this. He felt that everything was built for free in the Pune area.

Aslan suddenly smiled slyly.

"Of course, taxation standards must be set. You can't change as you want. It must be negotiated by both parties."

Durab looked like he didn't understand, while Mukla looked like he didn't understand.

He believes that Aslan is ready to take advantage of their land tax and food tax, and then use the vast land and cheap labor in Pune to grow food.

"Taxation does need to be discussed, but we have a necessary condition, you must agree." Mukla said solemnly.

"Oh! Come and listen." Aslan frowned slightly.

"The grain produced on the farm cannot be sold in its entirety. In addition to a portion of the grain tax, we must also have the right of first refusal, and we must not deliberately increase the price." Mukla said with a sharp glance, staring at Aslan.

"Of course, if you can agree to this condition, the area requirements for farmland can be more relaxed."

Aslan stared at Mukla for a long time, and finally nodded and said: "Yes! That's all for that matter. If you dare to offer unreasonable conditions, the big guy will fall apart."

In the face of Aslan's threat, Mukla quickly smiled with joy and chatted with Aslan. Durab remained in a daze from start to finish, completely ignorant of Mukla's purpose for doing all this.

Mukla thought he had understood Aslan's plan, but in fact it was just a set that Aslan deliberately prepared for Mukla.