Chapter 1543: Chapter 1460: Seeking Help Everywhere

In that enormous office of Pan Yiping, Dorne’s Foreign Minister sat opposite Pan Yiping with a troubled expression, desperately pleading, “Mr. Pan, please, you must help us, help us.”

This time he really had no other options. Dorne the First hoped he could resolve the issues of war and peace negotiations with the Great Tang Empire, but he couldn’t even get the entry permit to the Great Tang Empire.

No way, without the Great Tang Empire’s consent, Dorne Empire’s Foreign Minister dared not set sail for the Western Continent at all. If he were truly mistaken for an enemy and sunk, who could he cry to?

The previously dispatched envoys were either reported for other purposes or sent as death squads secretly, so there was no way to meet important figures in the Great Tang Empire.

They had no idea you were coming and hadn’t agreed to your arrival, so not welcoming you is not considered a diplomatic discourtesy. The diplomacy department of the Great Tang Empire is indeed very meticulous.

Dorne really has no other way out, so the Foreign Minister struggled to find the merchant Pan Yiping, who seemed to have access in the Great Tang Empire, in hopes of persuading him to come forward, exert his influence, and get the Great Tang Empire to agree to open peace talks between the two countries.

After all, Dorne can’t afford it; the Great Tang Empire is thriving, while Dorne is declining… this comparison makes Dorne seem all the more miserable.

If the Great Tang Empire really attacked swiftly, the Dorne Empire could instead unite in defiance, fighting back with all its might.

But now the Great Tang Empire is not coming, which makes many people in Dorne start to have other ideas: Is peace negotiation not feasible? Isn’t compensation better than dragging on like this?

As time goes by, more and more people support peace talks. Those merchant nobles who built the coastal defenses are even crazily extolling the value of peace.

Who made them cut corners, building defenses that are not as solid as they appear on paper? If real fighting breaks out, or when the Great Tang Empire prepares to attack, wouldn’t their paper-thin defenses be exposed?

If a problem really occurs and Dorne the First investigates, actually killing a few as an example, what will they do? No one wants to be the chicken used to warn the monkeys, right?

“Sir, you are really asking too much of me. I only have contact with some technicians; what influence can they have…” Pan Yiping smilingly waved his hand, declining.

Not to mention he doesn’t have the authority, even if he did, he would still have to contact his superiors and confirm a strategy before agreeing to the request. He came to Dorne merely to develop the intelligence system; diplomatic matters are not his concern.

“We really have no other choice; as long as you can help us find someone influential, I owe you a favor.” The Foreign Minister spoke with genuine sincerity, almost shedding tears.

But Pan Yiping, a seasoned player in the business world and experienced in the intelligence field, obviously won’t be easily moved. What does a favor mean? Is your favor that valuable?

Not to mention, the Foreign Minister doesn’t have much real power in Dorne’s upper ranks. Even if a real authoritative minister comes without honestly offering terms, simply saying they owe a favor, Pan Yiping wouldn’t pay any attention.

Upon hearing Pan Yiping’s refusal, the Foreign Minister of Dorne wasn’t surprised. He came here because he was out of options and truly didn’t hold much hope.

Indeed, he didn’t have any good conditions to offer Pan Yiping. In front of him, this major merchant thriving in Dorne thanks to radar technology is genuinely a hot figure.

This pitiful Foreign Minister couldn’t offer terms that could catch the eye of this prominent figure: you know, now the military over there treats Pan Yiping like a treasure, and whatever he asks for is absolute.

Even Dorne the First presented a medal to Pan Yiping, recognizing his outstanding contributions to the Dorne Empire. Would such a person pay attention to a powerless Foreign Minister? If the Prime Minister of Dorne came today, it might be different…

As Dorne’s Foreign Minister was destined to return empty-handed, in the capital Laines of the Laines Empire, in the office of the Empire’s diplomatic department, the Foreign Minister of the Laines Empire was meeting with Dorne’s Ambassador Paul.

They are old acquaintances. Dorne’s Ambassador Paul stationed at Laines Empire looked mournful as he pleaded with Laines Empire’s Foreign Minister Somi, “All our efforts to reconcile with the Great Tang Empire have failed.”

“Really unfortunate.” Although Somi said it was unfortunate, everyone knew that, like other countries’ leaders, he was secretly laughing inside.

As long as Dorne bears the brunt, they can alleviate quite a bit of pressure. As long as Dorne continues to maintain a war status with the Great Tang Empire, these countries can peacefully import various equipment and materials from the Great Tang Empire.

“We need more assistance. If we maintain the current state, at most in a few months, our economy will completely collapse!” Paul spoke of Dorne’s condition in suppressed tones: “We need at least 300,000 tons more grain, and 200,000 barrels of oil…”

“That’s impossible! You are an oil-producing country yourself!” Somi furrowed his brows, shook his head, and retorted, “There’s no point in asking for the sky from me here; say a more realistic number.”

“This is already very little, Lord Miso. We are fighting the Great Tang Empire alone; such pressure is genuinely enormous.” Ambassador Paul pleaded: “We need more weapons, more equipment, more grain, more fuel…”

“If our economy collapses, then the Great Tang Empire can land on any beach of Dorne. By then… once they gain a foothold in Dorne, you are merely days away from us in demise.” With a hint of threat, Paul looked into Somi’s eyes, envisioning a future none wished to see.

“Are you planning to blackmail us?” Somi reminded with some dissatisfaction, “In the past few months, we have already provided you 100,000 tons of grain! 100,000 tons! Our people are still starving! Yet under such circumstances, we still offer you significant aid!”

“I understand! I understand everything! But Lord Somi! We really need more help.” Paul painfully opened his mouth, “I beg you. For God’s sake…”

“Damn it… I can’t promise you anything. I’ll relay your request to Your Majesty and will fight for you at the court meeting… but I don’t guarantee Your Majesty will agree to your request.” Somi sighed after a few seconds of silence and said.