Since it's a negotiation, there are naturally a vulgar but effective moves like "Mao" that are not bad but effective.

This was not the spontaneous action of these knights, nor was it the private order of traditional nobles. Ronald and others knew about this action, and then they also accused them. From the root, the noble negotiating team actually looked down on the gray-clothed army. Besides, no matter what, if the other party can be suppressed, it will be of great benefit to the subsequent negotiations.

But the expected panic did not happen now. The cavalry on their side kicked the iron plate and couldn't even get in. It was even more impossible to retreat and tell him. Although the nobles all opened the curtains and saw this scene, they naturally could not walk down just by showing weakness. For a moment, an embarrassing situation fell in front of the tavern.

Just then,

"What are you pulling me for...Hi, everyone...all are all good, don't pull me..."

The people on Tang En's side looked sideways and saw Philip poking out of the carriage from behind, resisting the pull inside, and waving to say hello to him.

The atmosphere on the tense street suddenly slowed down. The cavalry looked at each other and retreated while having a strong eye.

Philip finally broke free from the pull, and at the same time pulled out a helpless aristocratic middle-aged man inside. Then the majestic Alex also smiled and walked out with an indifferent look on his face.

"Haha, long time no see. Come on, come on, come on, I'm optimistic about you..." Philip took two steps and walked to the front of the tavern. He didn't care how many people he could know, shook hands and hugged each one heartlessly.

Simpson and Ronald's eyes twitched a few times behind. But since the embarrassing situation no longer exists, they don't have any good streets. They all walked out of the car.

The previous act of sarcasm seemed to have not happened, and everyone greeted him as usual. Although the atmosphere was not lively, at least the scene was not too ugly.

After a simple greeting, Joshia made a gesture of inviting her into the tavern.

"Everyone comes in, everyone comes in, don't be polite..." Philip stood at the door enthusiastically and greeted him, which made Diff, who was on the side, stunned. Who is this guy? And where is he from...

The nobles had long been numb to this and walked in with expressionless faces. However, after entering the tavern, the problem arose again...

"What a shabby place...what kidding, is this the negotiating table?"

"This... seven tea cups can only sit seven people? Damn, did you let so many of us sit on the ground?"

"You know exactly what negotiation is?"

...

Angry doubts continued to come out, and there were provocations from traditional nobles. Some were indeed annoyed.

After the tavern was packed, only two long tables were left in the hall. The conditions were so simple that it was outrageous. The key was that only seven people could sit on the table, and there were at least twenty or thirty people from the aristocratic negotiating group this time, which was naturally not enough.

Papa! Joshia slapped his palms twice, and when the scene calmed down, he said calmly: "No matter how good the environment is, it has nothing to do with the negotiation. And there are seven people, enough to start a negotiation. As for the extra people..." He pointed to the wooden stool piled up in the corner of the wall, "There are stools, you can choose to move here and sit on the periphery, or stand. Please do whatever you want!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and sat down, lowered his head and looked through the negotiation conditions before him.

Bang. Simpson stepped forward and slapped the table. The teacup vibrated and roared angrily: "It's too much! You obviously don't pay attention to negotiations. I don't think there is any need to negotiate at all... Damn, this dirty table." After the slap, Simpson immediately regretted it and took out a white scarf and kept wiping his palms.

"Sir Simpson?" Tang En asked suddenly with his chin with one hand on his face.

"Yeah?" Simpson was slightly surprised.

"If I remember correctly, this negotiation seems to have nothing to do with you. Well, congratulations, you don't have to sit on this so-called dirty table."

Simpson opened his mouth and looked shocked. If the name was known, it might have been leaked by the previous movement. But even the inside story of the faction and negotiations were clearly known by the other party, it would have stunned him a little.

"Sorry, our gray-clothed army is not as rich as you, although I think every gold coin is covered with blood. We don't talk about the pomp. Now the negotiating table is here, so if you want to negotiate, sit down. If you don't want to, don't force it. Everyone will go back to their own houses and find their own mothers."

"You..." These words were undoubtedly arrogant. Simpson's old face turned red and he was about to roar again in anger.

"Hey, why are you standing here? Do it..." Philip, who came in from the door, looked at the crowds of people in front of him, took out his master's style again and greeted him everywhere.

Of course, not many people would listen to Philip's unreliable words. In the end, Ronald, who had been silent before, spoke: "It's over, so let's negotiate first."

Since the aristocratic negotiator can come here this time, it is naturally led by the new aristocrats. Simpson and others are only responsible for supervision during the negotiation. Now Ronald's opening has made a temporary conclusion. No matter what, even if the storm caused by the negotiation environment and limited seats have been exposed, the nobles will discuss who is qualified to sit on it.

First of all, Ronald, as an older person, naturally had a position for the leader of the new nobles. After saying that, he walked towards Joshia, in the center of the long table. But in an instant, someone sat on it first.

Ronald looked at the man's eyebrows and shook: "Phillip, you..." Halfway through, he could not continue.

That's right, the one who got the position was Philip. After sitting down, he looked like a soldier waiting for inspection. His eyes were a bit erratic, and he was placed on Joshia opposite and then quickly moved away.

"Are you any questions?" After hearing Ronald's words, Philip turned his head and spread his hands, "Lord Lun. I am higher than you. In terms of status among the new nobles, I am higher than you. I am better than you. Are there any problems sitting here?"

Ronald was speechless, and he was not fainted by the sudden outburst of anger. There was no doubt about the negotiations led by him, and he was the one who made the final decision. But Philip was not wrong. Whether it was his identity or status, Philip, who had never been reliable, was indeed suppressing him.

His chest was ups and downs several times, and finally Ronald breathed heavily. He still focused on the overall situation and sat heavily on Philip's left hand.

Except for Donn and Joshia, Enoch and others on the other side were a little confused. Is this... an internal strife?

Of course, Tang En would not think so. Seeing this, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. There was no doubt that this guy was planning to apologize today.

Aless behind the crowd was also surprised. He looked at Philip, then looked at the ordinary woman with a pretty face on the opposite side, and opened her mouth. What was going on? He would fall in love with her so quickly? And the taste was still so unique... Could this guy fall in love with all the women of the gray army?

...

It has to be said that this negotiation is now more like a farce because of Philip's intrusion and many accidents.

But no matter what, it was the first official contact after all, and the negotiations were to continue.

After some chaos, the nobles finally found their own positions. The six new nobles and Simpson sat at the negotiating table. The rest took wooden benches piled up in the corner and sat down in a half arc around the negotiating table.

The negotiations began. Of course, we had to introduce each other. Of course, Tang En reported all the pseudonyms. As for the opposite side, except for the record officer on the far right, there were a lot of other noble titles, marquis and counts. Philip did not sign up and looked blankly. Of course, no one would care about him.

Since it is a negotiation, the first thing to be sure is the person who can finally make the decision. Now these seven positions are easy to distinguish. Ronald and others have turned their attention to Joshia, but they have no disguise, but at least they have confirmed that the other party is a woman and is still very young.

There was no intention of contempt. After all, although they had not seen the previous magic attack, they could still feel difficult from Joshia's few but simple and powerful words. Moreover, they had previously claimed the title of a great noble, but they did not mean to put pressure on the other party, but now it seems that they have not received any effect. What surprised them even more was that there seemed to be a familiar smell on the other party... Well, that was the feeling of a noble.

While Ronald was looking at it, Joshia and the others did not do this. They had received information in advance and knew who was the main force of this negotiation. As for Philip who suddenly appeared, yes, ignore it...

The apparent meaning of this negotiation is that the two sides reached a settlement, and Bran is willing to pay some price for this, so that the gray-clothed army will not invade the rear cities and disrupt the deployment of the front line. More deeply, the new nobles want to seek cooperation with the gray-clothed army, and both sides will take their needs. Of course, the latter cannot be placed on the table. To sum up, the gray-clothed army has the right to offer prices.

Joshia was not polite either. After a little test, both sides began to make requests here one by one. The scene suddenly became lively.

"What, return the land to the civilians? That is our land. They use our seeds and our farm tools. In the end, our land becomes theirs? What are you kidding..."

"Sir Simpson, I don't have time to joke with you. The nobles have enough land, but they still plunder with various means. What we want is the plundered land. And the facts have long proved that if the common people own their own land, they will be more motivated and the crop yield will increase... In this way, the empire will become stronger and the result is a win-win result!"

"It's a win-win situation. You can't move a noble person's thing. Ronald, if you dare to agree to such conditions, I promise you will die ugly!"

...

"Let the children of ordinary people enter the academy? Haha, it's ridiculous. They just need to farm. What do they do if they learn those things?"

"The doctrine of God of Light all says that God's love for all people is equal. If that's the case, why can't the common people enter the academy? Similarly, this is also an export of talents for the empire. Haha, only a short-sighted person like you will find it ridiculous!"

"You, you...you are presumptuous!"

"Hey, Sir Simpson, don't be impulsive. Everyone is civilized, don't speak harshly. Besides, listen carefully. What they say makes sense."

"Phillip! Where are you on? I warn you..."

"You warn me? Haha, listen, he dares to warn me! Try your fucking warning..."

...

The purpose of the Gray-Clothed Army is to enhance the status and interests of civilians, and this will inevitably affect the interests of the nobles. Therefore, this fierce collision scene is an inevitable result.

Simpson had already come to destroy the negotiations, and when he heard these conditions, he became even more angry. After the negotiations came, it was almost the argument between him and Joshia, and then he realized the power of this ordinary woman. His words were sharp and his logic were meticulous. Almost every word hit the key point, making people suffocate to death by the breath that was raised in his heart.

Tang En did not speak because it was enough to have Joshia, and the effect was obvious. The tea that Simpson had disdained at first was now added and then added, and he drank it all in one gulp every time he added it. If it weren't for the support of other traditional nobles behind him, he would have been foolishly nailed to the bench by the words here.

Ronald rarely spoke, let alone argued. He just told the recorder to record the conditions, and then sat there silently. Only when he heard Joshia say that civilians should participate in the regime did his almost closed eyes appear a few gleams.

He did not express his opinion, except for making jokes, which was a bit like Philip who was pulling the side, and the new nobles here were naturally not easy to attack. In the end, the focus of the negotiation had shifted from the negotiating table to the debate on the table and under the table.

Propose conditions, quarrel, make conditions, quarrel...

The negotiation began to shift more and more to street swearing. The participants were blushing and almost used force. The bystanders watched with relish and were very calm.

To be honest, it was impossible to reach any result in the first negotiation, but more importantly, the battle of momentum. Now it seems that at least this scene is imposing enough. The endless quarrel almost ran through the negotiation process throughout the morning...

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(ps: two things

1. The raccoon bowed to wish all book friends a happy National Day. If you can go home and reunite, try to go home as much as possible. The raccoon now has a deep understanding that the happiness of his family is more important than anything else.
Chapter completed!