Chapter 849 Your God can’t control me [Please vote]
"Humble Tang people, you should kneel down in front of me, kiss my boots, and let the blessings of Allah bless you. When you believe in Allah, you will have eternal life."
The child's voice is tender, but his condescending demeanor is like a hotel kid throwing a bone to the mangy dog at the door of the store - be good and have a bone to eat...
Naturally, Fang Jun didn't understand the Arabic he was mumbling, and looked at Gadil in confusion. Gadil was sweating a little, but he did not dare to translate what little Hussein said randomly, so he had to translate it truthfully.
Mother!
When Fang Jun heard this, he almost wanted to kick this sick little kid into the sea!
He has never been against religion, whether it is Buddha, the Jade Emperor, or God. As long as the purpose is to persuade people to do good, everyone has the freedom of belief, and others should not interfere. But who should you show your condescending tone that sounds more like pity than charity?
He endured his anger and said coldly: "I'm sorry, this is the Tang Dynasty, your God has no control over me!"
At this sentence, Gadir's face darkened, and he had to translate it under the gaze of little Hussein.
Little Hussein even jumped three feet high, scolding Fang Jun with a sharp voice: "Damn it! Are you insulting Allah? Do you know that I am a descendant of Muhammad, and Muhammad is the last person sent to the world by Allah? A messenger, heretics like you should be burned to death by fire from heaven!”
Fang Jun looked at Gadil, who was sweating profusely and hesitating. Little Hussein pointed at Gadil's nose: "Translate for this infidel, and don't change a word!"
Gadir had no choice but to obey.
Even Su Dingfang was angry now. He took a step forward and was about to pull out the horizontal knife from his waist. How dare you threaten the Marquis and General Manager of the Tang Dynasty like this? Do you really think that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are incapable of success?
Fang Jun laughed angrily. He first stopped Su Dingfang's actions, then pointed at the jumping little Hussein and threatened: "Boy, listen up, if you can't wipe your mouth clean before talking, I will kill you right now." You fell on the mast and lit the sky lantern to send you to meet your God!”
Little Hussein couldn't understand what Fang Jun was saying at all. He screamed and said something, but Gadil, who was sweating profusely, rushed towards him and covered his mouth tightly.
The Marquis of the Tang Kingdom in front of him was not a kind-hearted person. He had so many fierce soldiers at his disposal. He was used to seeing life and death, and his hands were stained with blood. How could he be free to contradict them? Even if you are the heir to the Hashemite family, don’t forget that this is the Far East!
What Fang Jun just said is absolutely correct. Although Arabs brought the gospel of Allah here a long time ago, few people here believe in Allah. Allah has no control over this place. Muhammad even I can’t control it...
He fully believed that if the black-faced Marquis in front of him took action and killed all of his people, and then framed them for the hateful pirates, no one except Allah would know the truth of the matter.
"My master, you have to calm down. Please don't forget that we have more important things to plead with the Marquis in front of us." Gadil could only whisper in little Hussein's ear.
Little Hussein finally calmed down a little.
He is not a fool. On the contrary, he is smarter than most people of this age. He is just a bit arrogant as the future heir of the Hashemite family and is pampered by everyone. By chance, he meets a man who not only does not respect himself, but also disrespects Allah. The pagans were really angry.
He calmed down, pursed his lips, tilted his head, looked at the blue sky and ignored Fang Jun.
Gadil wiped his sweat and said to Fang Jun with a wry smile: "My nephew is young and ignorant. If there is anything wrong with him, I hope that the Marquis can forgive him."
Fang Jun smiled, looked at the proud little rooster-like little Hussein, and asked: "Your nephew? If I guessed correctly, he should be your master, right? Well, yes, he should be the one Are you a descendant of the Hashemite family? Hussein... This name is also very familiar. I seem to have heard it mentioned by your Arab businessmen before..."
His words were purely deceptive. He had heard of Muhammad's name, and he had also heard of the four caliphs, but he turned a blind eye to who the four caliphs were. As for the descendants of the Hashemite family...he only knows that the king of Jordan is named Hashem, because the full name of Jordan is "The Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan"...
But the relationship between these two people is nothing like that of uncle and nephew.
It's pretty much the same thing as being a master or a servant.
Gadil was really scared!
He stared at Fang Jun with wide eyes, trying hard to figure out how this Oriental man could call out Hussein's true identity in one breath.
"This... that... Your Majesty the Marquis, this is not the most important thing. I think we can negotiate a big business."
Ghadir changed the subject and couldn't let this Easterner get entangled. If Hussein's identity was exposed, God knows, would they all be imprisoned and then demand a sky-high ransom from Medina?
The ransom was okay, but if the enemies of Medina knew about little Hussein, they would rather trigger a war between Arabia and the Tang Dynasty than kill little Hussein! The purpose of escaping to the far east is to avoid the danger of Medina. If you die in the east instead...
That would be so sad.
Fang Jun glanced at the fighting on the island that had gradually subsided, and then glanced at the bearded Arab with a half-smile: "Big business? I have to remind you that now all your goods will be used as my soldiers to rescue you. The reward of 'nephew', oh, and the sea chart that you Arabs regard as life. So, what capital do you use to negotiate business with me? ”
Gedir was dumbfounded...
Yes, whether it was the goods plundered by the pirates or part of them that survived, he had already given them to Fang Jun as a reward. So what else to buy for that powerful firearm?
Little Hussein noticed the strange behavior of Gadil and asked: "Gadil, what happened?"
Gadil had no choice but to tell the truth.
"Oh, that's it." Little Hussein was not angry because his servant "squandered" all the goods he carried. Instead, he was pleased that Gadil was able to save money at all costs: "You did a great job. Gadir, my father and I will be grateful to you, but you can tell this. A hateful infidel, I am the son of Ali, a descendant of Muhammad, and the successor of the Caliph. No matter how much money he asks, I will agree to it, but it will not happen until I return to Medina, but he. You can sell us the manufacturing method of that firearm first.”
Gadir smiled bitterly, my little master, you are so naive!
In the Arab world, as Ali's son, no one dares to object to your words. But don't forget, this is not Arabia, not Medina, but the far east, a place beyond the control of Allah. ……
However, as the most loyal servant, he did not dare to disobey his master's words, so he had to translate Xiao Hussein's words to Fang Jun in embarrassment.
Who knew that Fang Jun had a matter-of-fact expression on his face and said generously: "The manufacturing method of this kind of firearm is the top secret of the Tang Dynasty. No matter how much money is spent, it cannot be handed over to others. But I can sell the finished product to you. And as long as the price is negotiated, you can pay on credit.”
Gadil couldn't turn his head...
The manufacturing method is not for sale, which he can understand. Who would easily leak the manufacturing method of such a powerful weapon? As long as he can buy the finished product, he is completely acceptable, but it is just a matter of spending a little more money. Arab business is developed and there is plenty of money!
But the Marquis promised to pay on credit...
Gadir couldn't understand it.
Arabia is tens of thousands of miles away from the Tang Dynasty, and the sea journey back and forth takes more than a year. If you borrow a loan and default on it, can you still go to Arabia to collect the debt? Even if you go, Arabia is not a place beyond the control of Allah in the East. No matter how tough and good the navy of the Tang Dynasty is, you will have to bow before the Arab warriors!
What is this dark-faced Marquis planning?
Ghadir was shocked and doubtful, and little Hussein could no longer bear it. He thought that Fang Jun would not agree to the credit, so he said angrily: "Does this infidel not even believe in the words of the descendants of Muhammad?"
Gadil quickly said: "My master, it's not that he didn't agree, but he agreed too readily. Is there any conspiracy here?"
Little Hussein was also stunned.
He didn't understand the saying that when things go awry, there must be monsters, but he understood the truth.
The master and servant were suspicious and didn't know what to do for a while...
Fang Jun knew the little thoughts of these two people at a glance, but he was too lazy to pay attention to these two guys and waved at Su Dingfang: "Order the troops to speed up. There is no need to count the seizures on the island for the time being. They will all be transported back to Huating Town. Let's do that. The main force remains, and we have to do something big!”
Then he turned back to Gadir and said: "Okay or not, you think about it slowly, I have plenty of time."
Ignoring the two of them anymore, he got into the cabin instead.
As soon as the gunpowder smoke on the sea dissipated, dark clouds rolled and condensed in the distant sky, and a storm was about to hit. (End of chapter)