Chapter 113: The Mighty Warrior

  "Sir, it's Mo Xingchen!" a voice cried out.

  Moxinke turned around and saw two people following behind him. One of them he recognized, it was Jastin from the Morgan Merchant Group. Jastin's attire was still ordinary, but the other person looked much more luxurious. Although it was already spring, he was still wearing a cloak made of the feathers of the swallow-tailed bird, which didn't match the season. However, the bright and colorful luster was very eye-catching and added an air of nobility to him.

  "Sir, it's been half a month since we last met, and you look more majestic than ever." Jastin said with a smile.

  "Really? I didn't notice, but I knew my drinking capacity has been increasing." Mo Xinkai chuckled: "When are you coming back?"

  "Just got back, sir. Let me introduce you." Jastin stepped aside: "This is the owner of our Morgan merchant group, Mr. Boge. Mr. Boge, this is the Lord Mosinke I often mention to you."

  "Hello." Mo Xinke enthusiastically greeted him.

  "Hello." Bog said with a smile: "This is not a place for conversation, Mr. Mo Xinkuo, I know a very quiet inn, let's go there to talk?"

  "What's good about the hotel?" Mo Xinkai said: "It just so happens that I want to go to the bar, let's go there and chat, it's lively! We can also watch the performance."

  "The bar is too noisy, Mr. Moshiko." Borg said with a smile: "I have something important to discuss with you, so it's better for us to find a quieter place."

  "Really......" Mo Xinkai hesitated for a moment: "Alright."

  Don't look at Mo Xinke, sometimes he's muddled. But really wanting to play him as a fool, often ends up being played by the other party. He yields because he realizes that the other party is not easy to mess with, which can't be seen from their attire, but from their attitude, that kind of persistent attitude!

  Only those who are highly self-regarding and have the qualifications to be so will insist on their own attitude. In fact, it can be discussed anywhere. But they have something to ask of themselves and also want to refute their own opinions. This is enough to prove Bogu's identity status.

  For a moment. Three people walked into an inn one after another. The inn was not very large, but it was extremely clean inside. And there was no one. Not even the boss. Apparently, Bogu had made preparations beforehand.

  "Speak up. What's the matter?" Mo Xinke lounged in his chair: "Is it... that you want me to escort your merchant caravan again? Don't blame me for asking too many questions. We're all friends now. You guys always buy grains and clothes, those kinds of things. Can earn some money, right? Why not sell something else?"

  "Adults, we also want to. But..." Bogu sighed: "Tens of thousands of refugees are hiding in the western city. No food, no clothes. Lord Winston is so anxious that he can't sleep. As merchants, we can't bear to see so many people suffering."

  "So, this time you're buying grains and clothes again?"

  "It is so." Bogart nodded.

  "Still send it to Meilin Xincun?"

  "Yes."

  "I thought it was something big. Let's go by the old rules." Mo Xinkai said lazily, then suddenly remembered something. He slapped the table with force: "Don't tell me you're going to lower the price?!"

  Moxinke's eyes widened in shock. He looked as if he was staring at an arch-nemesis, and Bogu was taken aback. Then, unable to help himself, he burst out laughing: "Sir, you've got it wrong! This time we're asking you to escort a convoy of over 100 horse-drawn carriages. How could we possibly lower the price? Alright, let's do this: 200 gold coins, same as always - half upfront, and the other half when we arrive at Merlin's New Village."

  "Speak up earlier, you scared me." Mo Xinkai grumbled in dissatisfaction.

  Bog was taken aback, who scared whom? He originally wanted to talk to Mosike personally, but seeing this extremely rude and money-obsessed guy, he lost all interest in talking.

  "Sir, this time we have too many goods. If every horse carriage needs to be checked... perhaps by noon we won't even leave, it's too much of a delay. Sir, can you negotiate with those soldiers and try to let us pass quickly?" Justin added.

  "Did I come here just to say this? Isn't it just a matter of one sentence? Who dares to investigate my fleet?" Mo Xinkuo said impatiently: "Isn't there anything else? I still have to go drink."

  "Haha... Of course, who dares to not get along with you?" Jastin smiled and took out his purse, carefully counting out 100 gold coins from it and placing them on the table: "Sir, this is your deposit."

  Mo Xinkē's eyes lit up, and with a sweep of his hand, he gathered the gold coins into a pile: "You won't give me that pouch? How can I carry so many?"

  "Ah...... I was careless." Justin hastily took out an empty pouch and handed it to Mosinke.

  Mo Xinke put all the gold coins in his money bag, feeling pleased with himself, and stood up. However, he seemed to have thought of something again, and his movements slowed down as he furrowed his brow, saying: "That's not right..."

  Bo Ge was startled and laughed: "Sir, what's wrong?"

  "How many horse-drawn carriages were there in this merchant group?"

  "There were over one hundred and eighty vehicles."

  "You dare to cheat me!" Mo Xinkai slammed the money bag on the table, causing it to shake violently: "How many horse-drawn carriages did that convoy have last time? You paid me 100 gold coins. How many are there this time? With the route unchanged, you should pay me 300 gold coins! Do you think I don't know how to count?"

  Borg couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, but in his heart, he truly felt relieved. The vigilance and suspicion that had been lingering within him also dissipated. He was too lazy to bother with Mo Xinkuo, so he gave Jastin a signal, and Jastin hastily counted out fifty more gold coins and placed them on the table with great respect: "Sir, please don't be angry, it's our fault!"

  "Justin, my father told you, your attitude is wrong! This is deceiving friends!!" Mo Xinko pointed at Justin's nose and scolded: "Damn it! No wonder people say that businessmen are cunning. If it were someone else, wouldn't they have been deceived by you?!

  "Sir, don't be angry. Blame us, blame us." Justin apologized repeatedly: "Like this, sir, these gold coins are our compensation, okay? Sir, to be honest, we were really careless and we didn't want to lose you as a friend!" After finishing speaking, Justin directly handed the money bag in his hand to Moxinke.

  Mo Xinkai took the purse and weighed it in his hand. His face finally returned to normal, and he said calmly: "Are you still leaving this morning? Are you going out of the south gate?"

  "Yes, sir."

  "I'll be waiting for you there just like last time." Mo Xinko put away the two pouches of money and swaggered out of the inn.

  Boge looked at Mo Xinkuo's back and thought that if he had known this guy was so crude, he definitely wouldn't have come. What a waste!

  "A fool..." Borg muttered softly as Moshenko's back disappeared from view.

  "Fools!" Mo Xing said with a smug expression, "I'm telling you, this time they've sent a big shot to contact me!" It seemed he still had a grudge about the last time.

  "Boge?" Han Jin's gaze fell on Qili: "Have you heard of this guy?"

  "Never!" Keli said with hatred: "If he stood in front of me, I really wanted to give him a slap! How dare he say that he is the master of Morgan Chamber of Commerce!"

  "Don't worry, you'll have your chance." Han Jin smiled and said.

  "I've investigated already. Last time, there were indeed people buying up large quantities of grain and clothing, but this time... The market didn't fluctuate at all, they just took them away. It must be something else." Lang Ning said slowly: "However... over 180 horse carts, although the Ninth Town is a big town. But the quantity of these goods is really too huge, what's most strange is that not only grain and clothing, but other commodities didn't fluctuate either, this is simply impossible!"

  "So what they need to transport is something that has been stockpiled in the town for a long time, or rather, hidden in the town." Han Jin said calmly: "I think it's time to take action this time, what do you guys think?"

  "I agree with your opinion," Lang Ning said. Since learning about Han Jin's past, his attitude towards Han Jin has changed greatly. He respects Lei Zhe out of friendship and past experiences. He respects Xian Ni'er due to a kind of affectionate feeling. Now he respects Han Jin because he knows that if it were him in the same situation, he would not have been able to think so far ahead, with such an almost abnormal ability to plan, which not only makes people admire but also fear.

  "You said..." Han Jin hesitated for a moment: "Do those guys have anything to do with Rudolf?"

  "What does he have to do with me?"

  "When Rudolf was around, why didn't this happen? As soon as Rudolf died, why were they in such a hurry to send the goods away?" Han Jin said: "At that time, Lei Zhe should have arrested Rudolf first and not killed him so early."

  "Rudolf is a cavalry commander after all, if he's not killed, something else might happen unexpectedly." Xanier shook her head and said: "What you're saying... it should just be a coincidence."

  "I don't think it's a coincidence." Han Jin said, of course, he didn't dare to be sure, this was just the result of reasoning, and other results could also be reasoned out, he just felt that this was the most likely. Then Han Jin changed the subject: "Tomorrow we'll split into two groups, I, Mo Xinkuo, and Lang Ning will be in charge of intercepting their convoy, while you few will be responsible for investigating where those goods came from."

  "So many goods, they need to mobilize a large number of people to transport them. In fact, now it can be checked, more than 100 horse-drawn carriages, they will always need a very large place to park, right? This kind of thing Rui Ze alone is enough." Xian Ni Er said: "I'll go help you guys anyway."

  "It's unnecessary, can't a cavalry regiment deal with them?" Han Jin laughed.

  "I'm telling you, no one is allowed to compete with me!" Mo Xinko gritted his teeth and said: "Those two guys are all mine! Especially that Jastin!"

  "It's best not to hurt them first, there are many things that we need to dig out from their mouths." Han Jin said in a low voice.