The door opened slightly, and Corleone and Yego walked in under the leadership of their attendants.
He walked steadily, and his eyes first scanned the study room filled with books, and finally landed on Tyrion, who was sitting on the chair and working hard.
"Good day, Lord Tyrion."
"Oh... it's Lord Corleone."
Hearing his voice, Tyrion raised his head as if waking up from a dream. "Please wait a moment, I just want to finish the matter at hand."
Hearing this, Corleone glanced at the overturned document in his hand, but did not criticize it. He just nodded slightly. "You are easy, I have enough patience, sir."
After saying that, he just found a chair and sat down on his own. His posture was calm and elegant, and he didn't seem to regard himself as an outsider at all.
This action was seen by Tyrion, who had been pretending to be busy for a long time. Seeing that Corleone didn't show any signs of being impatient or about to leave, he knew in his heart that there was no way he could avoid this matter today.
"Ahem...
After clearing his throat, Tyrion put down the "work" in his hands without getting up.
"Please forgive me for my poor hospitality. Things are really busy these days. Hey...
"How long has it been since I've been to Silk Street, Bronn, two weeks?"
"Seventeen days, my lord."
Bronn, who had the money to take it, was very cooperative. He bent down at the right time and said, "I bet those girls will miss you very much."
"Has it been so long?"
Hearing this, Tyrion spread his hands and smiled at Corleone, "Look, I'm almost dizzy from work."
Seeing his pretentious posture, Corleone still looked calm, and even took the initiative to comfort him, "The wedding of the king and the Tyrell family is very important, and it is normal to be busy."
"It will be fine after this period of time has passed. Then we will go to Silk Street to have fun together. I will treat you."
"Hahaha, that's really great!"
Tyrion smiled generously, but then turned to look out the window, pretending to be regretful and said, "It looks like it's getting dark soon, but it's a pity that I have an appointment with someone else today, otherwise I think we should have dinner together, Lord Corleone."
"Well, let's make an appointment another day, Podrick, deliver it for me...
,"My lord!"
But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Corleone.
Good guy, I knew this kid was very cunning, but I didn't expect that he wouldn't even give him a chance to speak.
It's so shameless!
Corleone secretly thought to himself that this was the first time since time travel that he almost failed before the conversation. It really fulfilled the old saying that the most humble person is invincible.
"I will only keep you for a few minutes, and I will definitely not delay your dinner."
In order to prevent Tyrion from prevaricating him again, Corleone spoke quickly to explain his purpose, "In the Riverlands, I saved your brother Jaime Ser's life. In return, he promised to give me a bathtub of Gold Dragon."
"I met with the Prime Minister yesterday and he told me that I can fulfill my promise here."
"Lannister debts must be paid, and it is for this credibility that I am here."
After finishing speaking in one breath, Corleone stopped.
When Tyrion heard this, he cursed in his heart: Sure enough, this guy really came to ask for money!
"Sir, if you bring Jaime back, Lannister will definitely remember this kindness.
, he sighed and spat out the words he had prepared, "To be honest, James and I are connected by blood. I couldn't be happier to see him come back alive. The price for a bathtub of Gold Dragon is quite reasonable."
"But...
As he spoke, Tyrion rubbed his forehead vigorously, showing an overwhelmed and troubled look. "I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, Lord Corleone, the Iron Throne owes a huge debt of six million Gold Dragon!"
"Tyrell family, the Iron Bank, and even the church are collecting debts... while the city guard is waiting for payment, the ruins left by Battle of the Blackwater Rush need to be rebuilt, the daily expenses of the royal family, plus King Joffrey's wedding...
He opened his arms and pointed to the account books surrounding the city wall with a bitter look on his face. "Lannister does have to pay its debts, but its reputation needs gold to back it up."
"But now, Lord Corleone, there is nothing under my feet."
Facing Tyrion's complaints, Corleone just listened quietly, with the gentle smile on his face never fading away.
After he finished speaking, Corleone spoke slowly and reasonably, "I fully understand your difficulties as the finance minister, sir."
"Over the past few days, I have heard a little bit about the financial crisis of the royal family."
As soon as these words came out, Tyrion immediately raised his eyebrows, thinking that his "excellent acting skills" had impressed the other party.
However, Corleone then changed the topic. "However, I also have my own difficulties. I just took over Flea Bottom, and you know the environment there very well. To manage and improve, everything must be paved by Gold Dragon."
"In other words, I need money, now."
Hearing this, Tyrion's expression darkened and he winked at Bronn.
Mercenary, who was leaning against the wall, saw this, took a step forward at the right time, and spoke confidently, "But the Jaime Lannister you brought back is incomplete, Your Excellency!"
"What did you say?" Hearing him say this, Corleone couldn't help but frown slightly.
"I'm just explaining the laws of the market. Good things come at a good price, and defective products will naturally be discounted."
As he said this, he winked at Corleone, seemingly provoking him.
"Watch your words, Bronn!"
Tyrion on the side couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, but he immediately slapped the table and shouted in a reproachful tone, "You are talking about my brother, not the livestock in the market!"
Then he turned to Corleone, with helplessness on his face. "Please don't be offended, Your Excellency, he has always lacked education."
"But...
He paused, then pretended to be embarrassed and said, "He did point out a realistic problem that we have to face, didn't he?"
"Perhaps, we need to reconsider. Can the promise of a bathtub Gold Dragon be slightly discounted?"
"What do you think... half of it?"
Tyrion asked tentatively.
At this time, Bronn next to him began to sing and added, "That's half, kid."
"In today's world, it's important to be able to get cash. How many people's debts are left in the ledger without even a sound being heard."
"It's better to go home with half and live a peaceful life than to risk your life for the full share."
His tone was contemptuous, and he looked at Corleone with his chin raised, full of provocation.
Seeing that one of the two people was trying to be a good person and the other was a bad person, Corleone did not immediately refute, but just sat quietly and kept thinking in his mind.
"Half... I can accept that."
After being silent for a while, he slowly spoke, looking at Tyrion with his deep black eyes, and said seriously, "I never mind making concessions in business, and I am keen on it, because I want to see a situation where everyone benefits."
"But I also have my bottom line, Lord Tyrion, that is... I demand to see the half of Gold Dragon now and take them away.
His words were logical and clear, neither humble nor arrogant. He considered the other party and firmly defended his principles.
No anger, no threats, just stating a very simple and easy-to-understand truth.
Even at the end, Corleone very thoughtfully added the effect of [Dignity Iv2] to it.
With his aura fully activated, Tyrion's eyes flashed with a look of surprise.
He originally thought that this guy was just an ordinary person with great luck, but he didn't expect that Corleone had such a clear mind and such a calm demeanor.
It even gave Tyrion the illusion that he was facing his father Tywin.
But even so, he hurriedly recovered and took a deep breath, and the expression on his face became even more painful.
"I'm sorry, Lord Corleone, I cannot agree to your request."
He shook his head and said in a very helpless tone, "To tell you the truth, the Iron Throne's treasury has been empty since Battle of the Blackwater Rush, and we are about to face an extremely luxurious wedding."
"So this money...
When it comes to this, even Tyrion's face feels a little unable to go on.
"Give me a number."
But contrary to his expectations, Corleone still did not roar in anger, and there was not even the slightest emotion in his voice.
"Within your authority, how much money can you spend now?"
He stared directly at Tyrion, which made Tyrion feel a little scared, but he still said bravely, "This is a difficult decision, Lord Corleone.
"The only thing I can squeeze out for you now is... one thousand Gold Dragon!"
"This is the limit. The rest can only be paid after the Seven Kingdoms's financial situation improves!"
"This is my final decision and the greatest sincerity I can give!"
He finished speaking in one breath, as if he had exhausted all his strength, and slumped back on the chair, but his eyes were fixed on Corleone, observing his reaction.
After all, this is almost a humiliating offer anyway.
After receiving this answer, Corleone did not speak, but sat on the chair with his chin slightly tightened and his dark eyes staring at Tyrion.
This demeanor made Bronn mistakenly think that he was making a silent threat.
Well, the business has collapsed and it's time to take action.
"One thousand Gold Dragon, cash!"
Mercenary stood up straight and conscientiously, put one hand on the hilt of the sword and approached Corleone, with a sneer on his face, "Take it, walk out of this door, and the matter will be over."
"Don't hold on to it, otherwise you may not even be able to take away this thousand Gold Dragon by then, and you will have to leave something else behind.
The threat in his words was very obvious, but when he was less than five steps away from Corleone, a tall figure quickly jumped up and blocked between them.
"Step aside, Goat!"
The Longsword on his waist was half unsheathed, and he let out a beast-like growl from his throat, then turned his head and asked, "Are you going to kill them, the blood of my blood!"
Corleone did not answer immediately, but Bronn squinted his eyes, pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword, and quietly touched his lower back with his left hand to draw out a dagger.
In this tense atmosphere, a palm touched Yego's shoulder.
Then, Corleone's serious face appeared behind him.
Without any words, just a small movement, the angry Dothraki Warrior let go of the hand holding the sword.
This absolute control surprised Tyrion who was sitting behind the table even more.
It's like... the king is giving orders to the Kingsguard!
"Lord Tyrion."
For the first time, Corleone paced towards the Chancellor of Finance. When passing by Bronn, he turned his head and took a deep look at him.
When he came to the desk, he stared at Tyrion condescendingly. There was no contempt in Corleone's eyes, but the dark eyes seemed to be surrounded by mountains, making it difficult for people to understand what he was thinking.
"I understand that you must act from the position of the Chancellor of the Exchequer. I have also seen your ability as a member of the Imperial Council, which is outstanding."
He paused slightly, showing a courtesy and education that surpassed all nobles.
"So, okay."
"I accept your proposal for this figure."
This sentence was beyond everyone's expectations, and even Bronn was stunned for a moment.
Tyrion was also stunned, and his first reaction was that Corleone chose to suffer the loss of being dumb, and a trace of imperceptible pride flashed in his eyes.
However, Corleone did not turn around and leave, but spoke again, "But...
As soon as the conversation changed, his tone gradually became serious and formal, and every word was full of weight. "Please understand, my lord."
"I accept it not because I agree with your approach, nor am I afraid of your... guardian who is good at negotiation skills."
His gaze swept across Bronn, his eyes were calm and calm, but it made the battle-experienced old Mercenary feel a chill.
"I accept it simply because I respect that in your position as Chancellor of the Exchequer, you made the "best" judgment based on the information you have and your position."
"But...
Corleone emphasized his tone again. "I have repeatedly made concessions, and I chose to use peaceful methods to solve this problem, but you are not willing to establish friendship with me."
"I will remember it, and I hope you will remember it, Lord Tyrion.
"Because when we meet again next time, I believe you will not say "no" to me again."
"And that day will come soon."
After saying that, Corleone stopped talking nonsense. He turned slightly sideways, made a simple gesture to Yego, then turned around and stepped forward,
Leave.
The whole process went smoothly without any hesitation or nostalgia.
The undulating cloak on the black background seemed to bring an end to this extremely unequal negotiation, but it was not the end.
"Is that all, my blood's blood?"
Following his footsteps, Yego beside him asked unwillingly, "Let Rorge find out where that kid lives, and I will go in and cut off his head tonight!"
"Relax, my blood."
Hearing this, Corleone said in a deep voice, "We will definitely get our money back soon."
"Because I will make an offer that he can't refuse."