Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 570 - 532: I Want This Little Man!

Chapter 570: Chapter 532: I Want This Little Man!

Changsun Bubai looked at Zhang San in shock.

"What kind of situation is this, and you dare to act recklessly?"

At that moment, Changsun Bubai was sweating profusely.

Changsun Bubai knew that Zhang San had previously gone to deceive Dashi Bian and Xing Luohou, but those were private actions.

Changsun Bubai had even heard that Zhang San had tricked Sharlobi and made a tidy sum of money off him, but this too was done in secret.

After all, these people weren’t that sharp. Once a certain level of trust was gained, they were indeed easy to deceive.

But just because some individuals are foolish doesn’t mean everyone is a fool. You stepping forward at this time could easily lead to disaster, and disaster could be deadly!

However, Changsun Bubai also knew that once Zhang San had spoken up, he himself was destined to be unable to stop him.

Then, Changsun Bubai thought of what Zhang San had said to him earlier.

Back then, Zhang San talked about him escaping and told him to take the people and escape.

It seemed that Zhang San was looking for a chance to prepare to escape.

No way!

He too must immediately prepare to withdraw.

Zhang San bowed to everyone present and said softly, "Although I come from the Great Sui of the Land of the Midday Sun, having met so many heroes and heroes on the grassland, and having engaged with them over this time, I feel a closeness. Thus, I would like to offer a suggestion for you all to consider, to see if it can help resolve the current situation."

After Zhang San spoke, he glanced in the direction of Sharlobi.

After all, being a guest, he should not just step forward and give advice directly; he needed the host to allow him to speak.

Feeling Zhang San’s gaze, Sharlobi knew Zhang San wanted to help him and quickly said, "Zhang San is a distinguished guest of Tujue, our grasslands’ most honored guest. You are one of our own, one of our own. Speak frankly!"

Zhang San, as someone who had shot Sharlobi’s uncle, smiled humbly at everyone and finally rested his gaze on Khan Long Bo.

Khan Long Bo was curious at the time: what could this little man from the Land of the Midday Sun possibly suggest?

In this world, there surely couldn’t be things that could be settled without a fight.

"Dashi Bian is designated as the successor by Khan Muzhen, so he is eligible to become a Khan, right?"

Many of those present nodded.

"Although Sharlobi is not the designated successor, Sharlobi is brave, smart, courageous, insightful, intelligent, talented, decisive, and open-minded... With such qualities, if he becomes Khan, everyone would support that, right?"

Many people looked at each other, and some nodded hesitantly.

"And Khan Long Bo, needless to say. Just by how everyone addresses her, it’s clear that in everyone’s minds, she is someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with Khan Muzhen! Right?"

Not a single person present dared not to nod.

Even after this statement, even Khan Long Bo herself nodded slightly, feeling that Zhang San had made some sense.

"Since so many people are eligible to become Khan, then tell me, why on this grassland, can there be only one Khan?"

Many were stunned and didn’t grasp the meaning of Zhang San’s words immediately.

"I think we can establish a new system on the grassland, named Eight Great Khans!"

Upon hearing this, a perceptive Tujue immediately realized that Zhang San wanted to divide Tujue into factions.

Consequently, an elderly but wise Tujue leader stood up, pointing at Zhang San and angrily said, "Are you trying to split our grassland under the rule of eight different Khans?"

Zhang San shook his head, looking innocently and naively at the other man, and asked, "Of course not! Why would you think that? Why would you think the Eight Great Khans system implies eight Khans each ruling a part of the grassland? Did I say such a thing?"

The elderly leader’s face flushed red, sitting down embarrassed.

Zhang San thought to himself: That was close, almost toppled over.

"Eight Great Khans, as the name suggests, involves eight Khans and one Great Khan! A total of nine Khans!"

Hearing this, the just-seated elderly leader, if not for his age, might have stood up again to scold Zhang San.

"The eight Khans are eight tribal leaders with sufficient reputation, status, identity, strength, and even power on the grassland; they are the honorary Khans of the grassland. Which is to say, they are merely in name and not actual rulers of the grassland."

"The Great Khan is the true Khan of the grassland! He rules the grassland, manages everything, and even the eight Khans must obey him!"

Some Tujue then realized that this was actually just the previous relationship between Khan Muzhen and some tribal chiefs.

Only the title of Khan Muzhen had changed to Great Khan, and those chiefs’ titles had changed to Khan.

Apparently, nothing had changed.

But upon closer thought, he realized he was initially just a leader―now being called Khan seemed quite thrilling.

Zhang San saw many people beginning to contemplate, and felt this plan might actually work.

"So, in my opinion, we should proceed like this."

"Since Muzhen Khan has passed the title to Dashi Bian, then Dashi Bian is undoubtedly one of the Eight Khans, right?"

Everyone nodded, as now having eight Khan positions available, allocating one to Dashi Bian seemed normal.

Even those who initially thought it was only right for Dashi Bian to inherit the Khan title felt this was a good method.

"And Sharlobi is currently the only son of Muzhen Khan here, he inherits everything from Muzhen Khan and becomes the Great Khan―I believe everyone supports this, right?"

Many nodded again, as now the most rightful and capable one here was indeed Sharlobi.

Sharlobi, hearing Zhang San’s words, felt immensely gratified.

Indeed, the Sui People were quite supportive of him, not regretting spending money to buy from him the goods that could bribe other tribal leaders.

"If the two sons of Muzhen Khan have become Khans, then Xing Luohou also has no reason not to be a Khan. Thus, Xing Luohou being one of the Eight Khans is also reasonable, right?"

Many subtly nodded their heads.

At this moment, Zhang San glanced at Long Bo Khan and said, "And our esteemed Long Bo Khan, who is already addressed as Khan, so you becoming one of the Eight Khans, although it might feel beneath you, I believe you would not vie for the position of Great Khan with Sharlobi immediately after Muzhen Khan’s death, right?"

Others saw this as Zhang San dissuading Long Bo Khan from competing with Sharlobi.

But Long Bo Khan saw this as Zhang San letting him know that now wasn’t the best time to make a move, that he could wait a while.

"It’s possible, but since Muzhen Khan’s three sons can become Khans, I have a daughter, and she must also become a Khan."

Zhang San immediately nodded and said, "No problem, with Long Bo Khan’s capabilities and strength, taking two of the Eight Khan positions, I believe no one objects, right?"

Indeed, no one present objected, or more accurately put, no one dared to object.

After all, she was someone formidable enough to compete with Muzhen Khan.

She even spontaneously killed a tribal leader onsite, and nobody found it surprising.

"Now that the Great Khan is decided, and four Khan positions are settled. I still highly respect Kucha Shahhan, and I just heard that his brother, Ding Kucha, is also a highly respected tribal leader, even a distant uncle of Muzhen Khan. Would you be interested in becoming a Khan?"

Ding Kucha had been contemplating this from the moment Zhang San started speaking.

Finally hearing his own name, he was thrilled but quickly repressed his smile.

"If everyone thinks I can, I’m not going to refuse much."

Many knew Ding Kucha’s tribe was strong and rich, making him qualified to be one of the Eight Khans.

Last of all, Zhang San glanced at Sharlobi and said, "Sharlobi Great Khan, all these are just suggestions. If you think they’re fine, let’s proceed with them for now. As for the remaining three Khan positions, I believe you have more suitable candidates in mind."

Sharlobi was very pleased, as having three Khan positions was an excellent opportunity to win people’s hearts, so he immediately agreed.

However, Changsun Bubai, who was sitting next to Zhang San, saw everything clearly.

This was a blatant scheme.

On the surface, it seemed similar to the original system on the plains, only revamped with everyone’s titles elevated a notch.

But in reality, obtaining the title of Khan, who wouldn’t then hope to be the only one?

Moreover, letting Sharlobi control three Khan positions appeared to be a way to win hearts, but with the plains so vast and so many tribes, no matter whom you choose, others would feel offended.

Blatant scheme!

And, with a strategy that Sharlobi’s intelligence was yet to figure out.

Changsun Bubai was certain that, under Zhang San’s Eight Khans system, within five years, the Tujue people on the plains would crumble by infighting.

As everyone agreed that the Eight Khans system was satisfactory, they almost immediately consented.

Yet, while everyone was laughing and enjoying themselves, Long Bo Khan suddenly glanced at Changsun Bubai.

"You are the emissary from Great Sui?"

"Yes. I am Changsun Bu..."

"It’s not important! What you’re called is not important! What’s important is that you go back and tell your Emperor of Great Sui that this young man, I, Long Bo, want him. However much gold, silver, or jewels, however many cattle, sheep, and horses, let the Emperor of Great Sui name his price. I will send it later. But this young man is mine from now on."

Despite the lively atmosphere at the banquet, Zhang San felt it was very cold, very cold.