The two exchanged pleasantries, probing back and forth, before revealing their intentions, placing their pieces without regret. When their minds met, they exchanged a smile, both showing a hint of greed.
The old Samurai, Takeda Nobuhiro, remained sharp and ambitious. He contemplated for a moment, slowly extended a finger, and said with a smile.
"Mori no Kiyoshi, my first condition, is the premise for working for you. I need a good ship, preferably a Tang Ship from the Ming Dynasty, to voyage the seas of the Far North. The waves are large in the North, this ship must be bigger, sturdier, and capable of transporting Jurchen Stallions!"
"A good ship? Transporting horses?"
Upon hearing this, the great merchant Mori no Kiyoshi was momentarily stunned. He pondered for a while, then asked.
"Lord Nobuhiro, how did you acquire your Jurchen Stallions?"
