Looking at his elder brother glum expression, Zhou Yu hold his smile and answered with stressing each syllable “Those 3,000 gold, troops for guide and many hot food indeed too much at a glance. But if those gifts can be traded with Jiangxia or entire Jing Province, this price is too cheap!”
“Jiangxia??? Jing Province???” Sun Ce said it coldly. Regarding Jiangxia and Jing Province, Sun Ce's hatred is very profound. True his father Sun Jian died in the hand of subordinates of Huang Zu of Jiangxia. But the true culprit for that order is Liu Biao of Jing Province. Therefore for Sun Jian's revenge, Sun Ce have always want to hit Jing Province.
“So, Gongjin, this gifts we gave to Marquis of Wen, really can win Jiangxia and Jing Province, are you really serious about this?!” Said Sun Ce with killing intention.
“About Jing Province, I am not certain, but Jiangxia, Marquis of Wen will certainly win!” Zhou Yu has given Sun Ce decisive answer.
“Damned Huang Zu of Jiangxia!” Said Sun Ce angrily, Huang Zu is the guy whose hand got blood of Sun Jian. “Good, let's prepare for this dinner banquet. Tonight we meet this god-of-war Lu Fengxian in Anhui city!” Sun Ce's eyes are flashing. He is Jiangdong's Little Conqueror and is extremely proud of his skill in wushu, now the person called god-of-war come to pass his region, how his hand cannot be itchy, eager to test Lu Bu's skill.
Looking at Sun Ce's expression, Zhou Yu can only smiled bitterly while shaking his head “Milord, why you showing all your emotions on your face? You have to be more restrained in showing your emotion!” But this is Sun Ce's true value.