It was not easy to sign two treaties. Although they were all sanctions, they both gave the bottom line long before they set off, both the governor and the king.

As long as the Portuguese Indian Governor could avoid conflicts with the Ming Dynasty, all land except Goa could be controlled by Chen Mu. The Portuguese were given the tariffs, and Chen Mu had less, 30 or 400 points, and evenly distributed military affairs to sign an alliance.

Originally, the Indian Governor wanted to use the advantages of the Iberian Peninsula to send troops to Chen Mu with the Spanish and Mexican Governor's Governor's District, but unexpectedly, Spain was defeated much faster than he thought, so naturally there was no way to talk about this plan.

Spain can't talk about the bottom line. Their bottom line is that they only pay 20 tons of silver this year, and from the treaty negotiations, goods must be sent to Mexico, and raw silk must also be included in the goods. The king's stock of the silk weaving factory where the king invested in was out of stock for two years and is about to close.

But they could not imagine that Chen Mu would make all kinds of requests. Even if it was full of power, they would not guarantee that Chen Mu's request was within their authority.

It’s okay for Portugal to say that the fleet would just return with Chen Mu’s suggestion. You can tell if things are done next time you come, but it’s not that easy for Spain to go back.

In the end, Tang Juan almost openly warned him not to get involved in the Potosi Silver Mine, but Chen Mu refuted lightly: "What do I want the Silver Mine to do? I sincerely want to rent a piece of land in Seville, want to open up a trade route, and let cultural exchanges."

"Being friends is better than being enemies, right?"

Tang Huan widened his eyes, "Friend, don't you sell my raw silk?"

"If you don't sell raw silk, the emperor will not allow raw silk to flow out from the Ming Dynasty."

Chen Mu said this without blushing at all, because the Ming Dynasty customs was indeed not allowed to sell raw silk, whether in Haojing or Yuegang, and even smuggling could not be sold.

In the past, the only ones who investigated and smuggled were only local naval commanders, but sometimes they were not in charge of the naval commanders. Now it is different. The first level is the officials sent by Zhang Juzheng, and the second line of defense is the naval commanders. Even if someone wants to use naval ships to transport them out, there are also warships from the Nanyang Military Palace to investigate the sea.

The Nanyang Military Office Flag Army has its own reward and punishment standards. If someone secretly hides the ban, he will be rewarded with 10 taels of goods after reporting and verifying the report of the flag army. The privately held the ban will be killed on the spot.

Under the triple insurance, it cannot be said that there is absolutely nothing at sea, but very few.

"But your king should not be anxious. How much does a piece of silk and satin cost? This trade route is opened and there is no need to transport it back and forth. It is up to me. You don't have to work hard in Mexico. My merchants will directly sell it to the king at a market price of 90% and he will find someone to sell it."

Chen Mu widened his eyes and raised his forehead hard, trying his best to increase the credibility of his words and even reveal his head-up patterns. He said: "Let me analyze for you what the situation is now. Spain is very rich, but the royal family is in debt, so he can only hand over the taxes and the power to mine mines to others."

"The royal family has no taxes, this is a vicious cycle."

"If the goods are handed over to the king directly and sold by the king's confidants, the money earned is from the king. Only when the king has money can he recruit more troops, build more warships, and defend your territory, right?"

"Look at the Ming Dynasty, I have been sitting here and doing nothing and earning money. I am going to sea to lose money! Our officials are particularly opposed to my going to sea."

Chen Mu curled his lips and made up lies one by one. Xu Wei was so embarrassed that he couldn't listen to it. He quickly went out and had someone come to tea.

Just as he walked out of the room, Xu Wei heard Chen Mu patting his breastplate and said proudly: "But I am a visionary person. Do you know vision? The eyes are long-term! Don't care about the gains and losses of hundreds of thousands of taels of silver, what do I care about? I care about cultural exchanges!"

Culture…exchange?

Tang Huan blinked, not knowing what Chen Mu was talking about.

"Although you were defeated in the battle, I think Spain is a very respectable opponent. The Ming Dynasty and Spain should know each other."

The proud nobles of the Iberian Peninsula nodded one after another when they heard the praise from the enemy. As for what Chen Mu said, it didn't matter. Look, he said we are respectable opponents!

"Only you know me, I know you, and when your opinions are different, you can sit down and talk, no war or death. The Ming Dynasty and Spain are so far away, and there is no conflict of fundamental interests."

"Lease me a piece of land and think about it. What's the use of putting those lands there? But we can open a window and teach you excellent things, literature and poetry. When you speak Chinese well enough, you can learn more profound knowledge. Your excellent art and crafts will also be passed on to me. You only need a piece of land that is not vast. Mine is yours, and yours is mine."

"Trade makes us prosperous, learning, and making our country stronger, which is ten times better than war!"

Chen Mu had a fanatical expression that only the most devout believers had. He used a posture that Tang Huan was not used to, and stood at the window with his shoulders in his shoulders looking at the endless sea in the distance of Haojing, stretching out his arms, "For this, I am willing to pay a price of one million taels of silver. Think about it, the combination of Ming Dynasty and Spain, the two most powerful countries in the world."

"After ten or twenty years, we know enough that we have brotherly friendship, when we think your religion is excellent enough, we may gain tens of millions of believers..."

Chen Mu turned his head and asked with an exaggerated expression different from the serious expressions of the Ming Dynasty officials: "Is your religion excellent enough?"

Tang Huan's eyes lost their focus. He looked at the huge warships belonging to the Ming Dynasty anchored on the sea, thinking about what was going on with tens of millions of believers, and couldn't help but put the negotiations at the same height as the Ottoman Wars for hundreds of years.

He nodded firmly and said, "Of course it's excellent!"

"Great, I believe you, now is the time for God to test you. Are you willing to pay, or not, willing to rent out...that little land?"

Chen Mu's lips curled up and continued to bewitch, "This is not just a long-term benefit. In the short term, if that land is loaned, I plan to station three thousand infantry soldiers in the local area. This will not pose a threat to you. The baggage will be supported by you. If the situation allows, they can even fight for you. Think about it, this is like the legendary hero story, the former enemy becomes a partner who fights side by side."

"No one in the world can fight against the coalition of the two most powerful countries in the world!"

Don Huan almost believed it.

It was just a little bit short. Just when Tang Huan wanted to agree, he suddenly had a question in his heart and asked Chen Mu: "If this is the case... Why didn't Daming rent a piece of land for us?"

"That's it, I'll tell you don't tell anyone."

As if he told Tang Huan something that was a secret, Chen Mu raised his right hand and blocked the corner of his left mouth and whispered: "My colleagues are too short-sighted. They know how to build artillery, ships, train troops, and then they will seize territory. They will grab wherever they go. They will bully people and make them lose their bones!"

"Look at the small countries around you, just like Portugal. You ask the old man in Macau, how did Wang Wei treat them before Chen comes, and how did Zhu Wan treat them... It's either a big battle in Tuen Mun or a killing of them as Japanese pirates!"

Seeing Tang Huan staring with his eyes full of horror and confusion, Sai Du Gong felt relieved.

It's not in vain that I'm talking nonsense!

Of course, in my heart, Chen Mu wanted to apologize to the two old men who had passed away. The apology was not sincere, but the respect in my heart was very sincere. Fighting against aggression and winning, there was no doubt that he was a hero.

Even if the old men know about it, they probably would have to ask the dream to kick him in the butt, and they wouldn't be really angry.

He decided to turn around and set up a small temple for the two Wenshangs in Haojing.
Chapter completed!