After saying the word "look at the reward", Wu Yingxiong stretched his right hand behind him, and immediately a servant walked up with a holding plate.

The wooden plate is filled with layers of official bills of the Eastern Kingdom, and there is also a bust of Emperor Kaitong Hong Chengchou printed on it. The layout is very similar to the Long Yuanbao bill of the Ming Dynasty.

Wu Yingxiong grabbed a stack from the plate and stuffed it into the blond woman's pocket with a smile.

The English woman took out happily and looked at it. The charming smile on her face suddenly became a little stiff, and then she said softly in English.

Wu Yingxiong said curiously: "What is this little horse saying?"

The Indian translator next to him was stunned, nervous, and hesitantly translated: "He said that money is really a good thing, if it is pound, it would be better, and Long Yuan would be fine."

Upon hearing this, the originally lively gathering suddenly became a little cold, and the faces of several important officials of the Great East Kingdom changed slightly.

Some people actually dislike the currency of our Dadong Kingdom, which is still a foreign thing!

Wu Yingxiong was still smiling, but he was secretly happy in his heart. It seemed that the currency and credit of the Dadong Kingdom was no longer good, and the economy was about to collapse. This also meant that the prestige of the court was greatly reduced, and the Wu family's opportunity was finally here!

The official notes of the Dadong Kingdom are called "Dongyang", because they imitate the British pound made by the Bank of England. They think this thing is very convenient and can be printed all the time, so you can get as much as you want!

However, Hong Chengchou and others did not expect that the pound issued by England was completely a copy of the Ming Dynasty's Longyuan.

The British pound in history was issued in 1694, which should be converted into the fifty years of Tianwu. In this time and space, the British issued the British pound in the twenty years of Tianwu, which was thirty years ahead of schedule.

The currency of the Dadong Kingdom is called the silver standard. The official stipulates that one oriental is equal to one or two silver taels, but in private trade, this is completely nonsense!

Like the previous Daming Baochao, Dongyang could only exchange silver coins for banknotes, but could not exchange silver coins for banknotes.

So much so that on the black market, silver dollars with a face value of one or more must be exchanged for at least two or more dollars.

Moreover, with the Dadong Kingdom's imperial court employed troops to the south, the depreciation of Oriental paper currency has accelerated in recent years, and private transactions are no longer willing to use paper currency. They either use silver coins or currencies from European countries. They must not use paper currency unless they are not allowed.

The economy of Dadong Kingdom was in chaos by a group of traitors and amateurs, and the credit of the court was gone.

Wu Yingxiong thought about this and still looked at the British blonde beauty with a smile. The little beauty looked at the yellow prince with a charming smile. Baolan's eyes were full of stories.

On the contrary, the Indian female translator on the side was already scared and her face was pale. He was worried that these beasts in the East would kill people again.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yingxiong laughed and ordered someone to get a stack of dragon yuan and hand it to the English Little Western Horse.

The little horse Baolan's eyes immediately seemed to have turned on, and it was extremely bright. She quickly took the Longyuan banknote printed with the portrait of Emperor Daming Wu, kissed her fiercely, and offered her own fragrant kiss for free.

Seeing this, Wu Yingxiong smiled and said without a smile: "Little Yangma, do you think the Ming Dynasty is better or our Dadong Kingdom is better?"

The little Yangma put away Long Yuan, left Zhao Liangdong, the Minister of War, and ran over to hug Wu Yingxiong's neck boldly, and said a few words with a charming smile.

Wu Yingxiong looked at the female translator and saw that the female translator's face had turned pale. She swallowed her saliva and trembled, and said, "She said that the Great East is far better than the Ming Dynasty. The two countries are incomparable. The Great East is invincible and the greatest country in the world."

Several senior officials from the Great East Country were embarrassed after hearing this, and some of them were angry with dark faces.

Even the Indian girl who had never been to the Ming Dynasty knew that the Dadong Kingdom was not as good as the legendary Daming Kingdom. If the Dadong Kingdom was so powerful, why was it driven here by the Ming Dynasty?

Even fools know this truth.

The compliment of this English little horse made the traitors here sounded naked irony!

This is nothing. According to the urinary nature of the little Yangma, what she just said, "The Great East is far better than England" is also a lie?

Could it be that in her eyes, the small country, England is far better than the big East?

Thinking of this, the fragile self-esteem of several senior officials in the Dadong Kingdom was deeply hurt, and they were all staring at this little foreign horse.

The English little foreign horse was still smiling, not knowing the danger was coming. Perhaps she thought that her motherland was a powerful backing. If these yellow skins dared to abuse them, she would inevitably let the powerful kingdom protest and negotiate, so that these yellow skins would lose money!

Wu Yingxiong and others never expected that this little foreign horse had such an idea! No one was willing to believe that a country could make serious negotiations with another country for a prostitute?

Without too much verbal conflict, Wu Yingxiong directly punched the little Yangma's face, then rushed up and shot left and right. Eight slaps on the left and right sides, and the slaps were crackling.

The little wild horse was knocked to the ground, covered his face and howled in pain, twitching, and black blood slowly flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.

Everyone felt relieved. Although they were not too relieved, they had a sigh of anger.

Wu Yingxiong wiped his white towel seriously, then sat back on the sofa arrogantly, pointed at a circle of Western girls, and said lightly: "Twist all away and feed the beasts!"

A group of servants came in immediately and forcibly dragged away the Western girls who were frightened by the scene just now.

Several officials of the Dadong Kingdom have long been accustomed to this. They seem to care about the European countries at all. Over the years, the Dadong Army has killed the indigenous people and flowed into blood, forcing many colonies to occupy many colonies, forcing the foreigners in the colonies to trade with them.

However, the atmosphere at the scene was still a bit awkward. After all, this was an entertainment project. Now it was unpleasant and somewhat disgusting.

Fortunately, at this time, the servant behind him came forward to see the plane and said something in Wu Yingxiong's ear.

Wu Yingxiong nodded slightly, asked someone to join another team of Indian dancers, then stood up and sued several important officials, asking them to continue and go out by themselves.

As soon as Wu Yingxiong came in, Mei Guanhai stood up immediately and bowed his legs to his boss.

The Thousand Li was passed down by the Manchus. At that time, it was used to it in the Qing court. Officials of the Han military flag followed the Thousand Li, but they could not change it at this time and could not stand up.

Therefore, the rituals have always been popular in the Great Eastern Kingdoms and have become an official etiquette for daily worship.

Wu Yingxiong looked at him with his eyelids, and seemed to feel his eyes arise. He frowned and held the airs and asked Mei Guanhai to sit down.

After the two sat down, they exchanged a few simple greetings. Mei Guanhai was straightforward and opened the heavy treasury under his feet, pushed it in front of Wu Yingxiong, and smiled and said, "Criminal, this is a little filial piety of his subordinates. It really doesn't respect him. I would like to ask the prince to reward his subordinates with face..."

Wu Yingxiong glanced at the thing in the box and saw that the orange inside was dazzling. So he smiled slightly, his expression became more kind, and he also had an impression of Mei Guanhai in his mind.

Wu Yingxiong is a veteran in collecting money. He estimated the value of this box of gold at a glance. This gift of meeting is so satisfying. He is a good subordinate!
Chapter completed!