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Chapter 514 We Are Not Going Home

The negotiation between the two has come to an end.

Zheng Zhilong's meaning was very clear, and he could hear it very clearly.

As for whether it can be implemented in detail, it depends on the ability of their majesty the king to endure humiliation.

Yes, humiliation.

This kind of cooperation is simply a loss of power and humiliation of the country.

But what Zheng Zhilong said is correct, if they don't cooperate, there will be someone willing to cooperate.If they rejected Daming's proposal, the first to applaud must be the Netherlands, which has fought with them for decades.

If, as Zheng Zhilong said, the First Fleet was hired at a high price, wouldn't it be possible to smash their navy into shit?

After all, he had seen the abnormal strength of the First Fleet with his own eyes.

Next, Franco was truly treated as a guest.

Not only a group of people were entertained with good food and drink, but also the captives who were slaves were slowly brought back from various places.

When Franco saw Cerezo for the first time, he was very surprised.

It's not that Cerezo's condition is bad, on the contrary, it is quite different from the unkempt and ragged clothes he imagined.I saw that he was wearing blue-gray coarse cloth clothes, although they were a little whitish from the starch, they were clean.His complexion looked much darker than before, but there was a healthy rosiness between his cheeks, which made him look full of energy.

"Lord Cerezo. You"

Franco didn't know how to speak for a moment.

"Franco!? Are you arrested too?"

Cerezo, who was led by the soldiers to line up, was overjoyed at first, and then surprised.

"No, Master Cerezo, I'm here to redeem you to go home."

"Go home?" Cerezo couldn't believe his ears. "Can we go home?"

"Yes! We returned to China before and raised enough ransom, so you can go home." Franco said excitedly, grabbing Cerezo's hand.

"Going home. I can go home."

Cerezo stood there blankly, letting Franco hold his hand, but tears were silently covering his entire cheek.

And the others were also very excited when they heard Franco's words.

Some cried, some cried, and some yelled.

"Franco, take them back. I won't go back."

"What?" Franco felt that he must have lost his ears and misheard Cerezo's words.

"I said I don't want to go back, you can ask them to see who is willing to go back, then take them back." Cerezo repeated with a confident face.

"Why, why?" Franco asked stammeringly.

"You don't understand it."

"Lord Cerezo, even if you don't leave, Zheng Zhilong and the others won't return the money!"

Franco thought he was trying to save the country some money, because he couldn't think of any other explanation.

Cerezo shook his head and looked at the other prisoners. "I told you that you won't understand, you should ask them first."

Franco stared at him blankly, then turned to look at the others.

"I followed His Majesty's order to raise silver taels, and now I want to take you home. Now, those who are willing to go home come to me."

After speaking, Franco quietly looked at the crowd, waiting for their actions.

In his opinion, Cerezo must have lost his mind, otherwise why would he not go home.But he is an idiot, so many people can't be all idiots, right?He really didn't believe that someone was willing to be a prisoner here.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

An embarrassing scene appeared for Franco, none of the people in front of him stood up!
What the hell is going on!
Are there still captives in the world who don't want to be redeemed?

"You, you! This, this" Franco was almost speechless.

"Master Franco, none of us want to go home."

"Yes, we will not go back. We will fight for our ideals here!"

"That's right! For the sake of ideals! Only when thousands of people in Luzon live a happy and happy life can we feel happy. When we go home at this time, we have to live a dirty life of luxury and money. That's not us. want!"

"Yes! Realizing personal value and obtaining spiritual satisfaction are far from being comparable to sleeping with a few more women and drinking a few more glasses of wine."

A group of people talked in a hurry, full of ideals and struggles.

Ah ah ah ah ah!
Do these bastards know what they are talking about! ?

What a shit ideal, what a shit personal value.

You are prisoners!

Look at what you are all wearing, like farmers picking cotton in a plantation!You are so satisfied!What is there to be satisfied with a bunch of low class peasants! ?

what! ?

"Your families have tried their best, and some even borrowed money from underground banks, carrying huge usury loans, just to raise money to redeem you to go home! Now that the money has been paid, you don't want to leave? But even if you go back , the money is also non-refundable! Do you understand? Do you still have a conscience? Ah?"

Franco angrily reprimanded a group of abnormal-looking guys in front of him.On the one hand, thinking of the suffering I have suffered along the way, I feel worthless for myself.On the other hand, I feel sorry for the more than 1000 million taels of silver.

More than 1000 million taels!Not more than 1000 taels!
Franco's words had an effect, and the captives, who were full of ideals and values, fell silent.

Just when Franco secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the money was not in vain, a young voice rang out from the crowd.

"Father, mother, I'm sorry for you! But my son has found the value of life and the meaning of living here. My son is ashamed of your great kindness, and he can only repay you in the next life!"

After finishing speaking, Kaka knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the west.

His actions resonated with everyone.One by one, weeping and wiping away their tears, they denounced their unfilial piety, and kowtowed to the west.

Now Franco had nothing to say, he turned his head and looked around, and at a glance he saw Zheng Zhilong who was watching the excitement not far away.

He walked over quickly and asked angrily:

"Mr. Zheng!? What's going on? Why don't they want to go home!?"

"What are you talking about, how would you know if you ask me, why don't you ask your Lord Cerezo?" Zheng Zhilong replied solemnly.

"ask him?"

Franco glanced at Cerezo, who was praying towards the west, and rolled his eyes.

This is a stupid boss, what's the use of asking him?

Recalling the scene where more than 1000 taels of silver were used to fill up ten large ships, Franco felt his heart ache.

The most important thing is that he came with money. If he didn't bring people back, wouldn't the families of these captives eat him alive?
Thinking of this, he licked his lips and looked at Zheng Zhilong.

"Why?" Zheng Zhilong asked warily when he saw him looking over.

"There is a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not to say."

"It's inappropriate to talk about"

(End of this chapter)