The next two days, Chechen put Oksana under house arrest. He and Fatima wander around the residence of Mahmoud Pasha every day, hoping to find a breakthrough for sneaking in secretly. However, the residence of Mahmoud Pasha is closely guarded, and even Fatima, who is highly skilled and proficient in sneaking, can''t find a breakthrough for a while.


    On this day, Fatima, who was worried, said to Chechen, "Captain, if there''s really no way, I''ll take a risk tonight."


    Cherchen directly rejected Fatima''s proposal because it was too dangerous.


    "Fatima, I know you are good for me, but it''s too dangerous. I don''t want any of my companions to be lost unnecessarily. If we can''t start in his official residence, we''ll think of other ways," said Chechen.


    But think of other ways. It''s easy to say, but it''s not so easy to do.


    Unable to think of it, Chechen had to come to a tavern to try his luck.


    The purpose of Chechen to the tavern is not to eat or drink, but to inquire about the news and the preferences of Mahmoud Pasha, so as to find opportunities.


    Chechen came to the counter and took out a Taylor with two fingers.


    "Boss, give me a bottle... Er, a glass of milk."


    Che Chen wanted a bottle of wine, but he remembered that * * * can''t drink, so he quickly changed his way.


    "OK, foreign guests."


    The tavern owner politely wiped the table in front of Chechen. Then the tavern owner didn''t take out the milk Chechen wanted, but mysteriously gathered in front of Chechen and whispered, "distinguished guest, don''t you want to drink something refreshing?"


    Refreshing drink? Chechen understood in a twinkling of an eye that the tavern owner was talking about wine.


    "Do you have any wine here?" Chechen said in surprise. He looked at the boss''s face. Many Genoese were not Jews. The tavern owner''s face was a typical Tatar''s face. And shouldn''t Tatars who believe in * * * religion not sell wine?


    "No, no, no, no," the Tatar boss shook his head like a rattle when he heard Chechen say wine. "I''m a devout * * *. We don''t sell wine here, only refreshing drinks. You''ll definitely like it after drinking."


    "Then give me a drink." seeing the Tatar boss''s solemn recommendation, Chechen decided to try the so-called refreshing drink.


    The Tatar boss smiled and took out a cup made of clay under the counter, which was golden liquid.


    Che Chen picked up the cup and took a sip. The taste was really refreshing, like horse urine.


    "That''s good." Chechen gave the Tatar boss a thumbs up, and he didn''t know whether he was praising people or drinks.


    Tatar boss smiled "simply and honestly". He took out some figs and Elaeagnus angustifolia to make snacks for Cherchen.


    As it is morning, there are not many guests in the tavern. So Chechen chatted with the tavern owner while drinking drinks and eating snacks. The owner of the tavern is obviously a problem. He can say one thing about the questions raised by Cherchen, but no one can say two. While chatting, Cherchen deliberately led the topic to Mahmoud Pasha.


    The Tatar boss is obviously willing to talk to the guests about their ruler: "Allah! Our Mehmed Pasha is really a good man. We have walked more briskly since he took charge of Kafa."


    This is a euphemism, which means that Mahmoud Pasha is a greedy man. He scrapes our money bags empty.


    "Oh, really? No wonder I think the residents in Kafa city are so healthy." Chechen followed the boss''s words.


    "Isn''t it? Those loyal servants of Pasha come to the store every day..." the Tatar boss was about to continue. Suddenly a man came in at the door, and he quickly shut his mouth.


    Chechen looked back and saw a man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks standing at the door. He was wearing a servant''s clothes and a tall hat on his head.


    Before the man entered the room, he shouted in a sharp voice, "boss Ali, I''m here again."


    The tavern owner called Ali hurried out from behind the counter to meet him. He bowed to the man, then went to the best table and poured him a refreshing drink.


    The guy with a sharp mouth and a monkey''s cheek drank the drink at once, and then said in the same sharp voice as just now: "these are the items Pasha sent me to buy. I''m old friends with you before I give you the business. You have to do your best, okay?"


    The tavern owner showed a smile more ugly than crying, but he still said yes again and again.


    Che Chen listened carefully for a while, and then gradually understood the truth of the matter. It turned out that this guy was a servant in Pasha mansion. His name was Maimaiti. He came to purchase materials under the order of the manager. It''s procurement, but it''s no different from robbery. Now, for example, he gave the tavern owner a list of food worth more than 50 Taylor, but he gave the tavern owner a pottery pot worth 21 Taylor.


    Yes, it''s not money, but in kind.


    "You have to prepare all these things tomorrow and send them to Pasha''s house, you know?" the merchant finally said.


    Hearing this, Che Chen was even more surprised. In addition to losing money, boss Ali has to do his own transportation.


    With that, the merchant stood up and was ready to go.


    At this time, Chechen''s heart moved. He got up quickly and walked quickly to the side of the salesman.


    "Hello, Mr. Chechen!" Chechen said with the friendliest smile.


    The seller tilted his head and looked at Chechen. If the voice of the seller can only be described as hard to hear, his appearance can only be said to be ugly.


    Big eyes, uncertain eyes, white skin with high cheekbones, large and everted nostrils on the hooked nose, and a pair of huge windy ears. They are not old, but their forehead is full of wrinkles.


    "Who are you?" the seller asked warily, looking up, down, left and right at the uninvited guest.


    "This is our guest, a foreigner named aleval Chechen!" the boss hurriedly introduced.


    "As boss Ali said, I''m a businessman from Poland and come to Kafa to do business," Chechen said..


    "Do you do business? Have you paid taxes when you enter the customs?" the seller looked at Che Chen and asked with relief when he saw that he was no different from foreign businessmen in peacetime except young ones.


    "Of course I did. I''m a serious businessman."


    "Well, what''s the matter with you stopping me?"


    "Well, this is my first time to do business. I just saw that you do business with boss Ali at a fair and reasonable price, so I wanted to ask you if there is a lack of other materials in Mahmoud Pasha''s house."


    "Oh, what goods do you have?" the seller asked boss Ali to go aside, and then stared at Cherchen''s eyes.


    "Look at your question, there are all kinds of good things on my ship. Salt from Ackerman, cashmere cloth and velvet from Konigsberg, Krakow dye and Lvov dye..."


    With that, Chechen mysteriously came to the ear of Maiti: "there are also beer from Warsaw and wine from Kiev."


    Hearing these dazzling materials and refreshing drinks, the merchant''s eyes turned around.


    "Tell me your price. How do you sell these?" asked the seller.


    Chechen quoted a price that was almost free, and offered to send the goods to Pasha''s official residence.


    "You... Really don''t have any other requirements!" the seller took out his ears in disbelief. His dark eyes murmured again in his eyes and asked. Obviously, he couldn''t believe that there were businessmen who lost money in the world and suspected that Qichen had other purposes.


    "Look what you said, I quoted such a low price because I fell in love with you at first sight." Chechen pretended to be a philistine.


    His appearance made the business more suspicious.


    "You unscrupulous businessman wants to cheat me? I won''t be fooled by you!" the salesman stamped his foot fiercely and then tried to leave.


    Che Chen quickly grabbed him and said the "truth".


    "I can''t hide anything from the merchant. In fact, I heard that you said to exchange the pottery pots from Pasha mansion with boss Ali just now. I thought I didn''t want money and wanted the equivalent pottery pots, so I said to deliver the materials. I can pull the pottery pots back after unloading the goods." Chechen said frankly.


    "Really?" the original big eyes of the seller seemed bigger.


    "Businessmen can''t joke about business! You may not know that pottery pots sell well in Moscow and Smolensk. I can make a profit when I transport them there." Chechen pretended to be greatly wronged and even revealed a trace of his business secrets.


    "I see, ha ha ha!" the merchant finally felt relieved and believed Chechen''s words.


    "Then the price will be 10% lower." the seller took a drink and pressed the price for Chechen.


    Chechen pretended to hesitate for a long time, then clenched his teeth and said, "yes, I''ve made you a friend."


    "Boss Chechen is so cheerful! In that case, I''ll give you more pottery pots and you''ll give me 10% Taylor." after hearing about the sale, he was crooked again.


    Cherchen certainly has no opinion.


    "Now let''s have a drink. I''ll treat you."


    Looking at the chrysanthemum like face of the seller, Chechen put on the most sincere smile: "I admire you Ottoman soldiers most! Do you know? The military power of Ottoman Turkey is like thunder in our ears!"


    "Are some... Some too... Too disturbing?"


    In the face of Cherchen''s enthusiasm, the always mean and brazen business mention was embarrassed.


    "Where! Where! A distinguished guest like you can''t be invited at ordinary times!" seeing that he was a little shaken, Chechen decided to make more efforts. "Do you look down on me as a businessman for fear of losing your identity?"


    "Since you have said so... I''m not polite!"


    With that, the salesman sat down on the chair beside the table.


    "Boss Ali, get the best wine... Er, drinks." the merchant shouted to the tavern owner.


    "Sit down! Sit down! You just want me to be your most loyal servant. There''s no need to see outside!"


    "Ha! Ha! There''s nothing I can do about you. I''m really a stubborn man!" the seller said with a smile.


    "Each other! Each other!" Chechen ordered the waiter of the tavern to serve roast lamb legs and cook wine and vegetables. Then he sat down opposite him. "As soon as I came to Kafa, I heard that there was a most capable man in Mahmoud Pasha called Maimaiti. He was not only deeply trusted by Lord Pasha, but also loved the people like a son. I was loyal and admired, but I never saw him. It was rare to meet you today, which finally made me fulfill my wish!" Cherchen picked up the bottle and poured a drink for him.


    "Where, where, I''m just doing some trivial things under the wise Pasha. Ha ha, ha ha." the salesman was modest, but he enjoyed Chechen''s compliment in his heart.


    They touched a cup.


    Next, Chechen poured all the flattery he could think of into the business like no money. This is the first time that Chechen flatters a person without a bottom line. Because he is not proficient, Chechen always sticks to words and repeats, but it makes the business mention more convinced that he is the first time to do business, because it is difficult for sophisticated or people with ulterior motives to pretend to be so like.


    The merchant finally completely put down his guard. When they drank the third cup, they had nothing to talk about.


    Seeing that the time was ripe, Chechen said that he had come to Kafa for the first time. He had never been to such a beautiful city before, especially the spectacular Pasha house, which he had never seen in Poland. Chechen implicitly said whether he deliberately visited Xia Pasha''s residence.


    "Brother Chechen," said the salesman, shaking the wine in the glass all over the table.


    "Pasha mansion has strict rules. Anyone can enter it."


    Speaking of this, the business is up. When he saw that Che Chen was disappointed, the wind turned and said, "but since you are my friend, of course there is no problem. You will follow me later, and I''ll take you in."


    "Thank you so much for raising big brother."


    Chechen smiled and asked boss Ali to take some of the best drinks and bring them to the business.


    In the middle of the night, Chechen returned to the ship at the dock. Fatima almost covered her nose as soon as she approached Chechen.


    "Captain, how do you smell like wine!"


    Chechen smelled his sleeve and collar.


    "I drank a lot today, but I got a lot," Chechen said happily to Fatima.


    Through the sale, Chechen not only got the opportunity to enter the Pasha mansion, but also visited the whole Pasha mansion and became familiar with the path. The price is just a few bottles of wine, which is definitely profitable.


    "Fatima, get a piece of paper quickly, oh, and a pen." Chechen told Fatima. Taking advantage of his deep impression, he should seize the time to draw the path of the city Lord''s residence he wrote down.


    Fatima went down to get Chechen paper and pen. Then Viscount Hesse came in.


    The Viscount''s face and the back of his hand were full of scratches. He said to Chechen with a sad face, "head, go to my room and have a look."