Chapter Nine Hundred and Thirtieth: Filial Sons and Grandsons

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Liu Wenshan greeted Chen Xin to the hall.

He looked at the merchant.

Chen Xin took the lead and said: "Mr. Liu's book is astonishing to the world, but to me and other lowly businessmen, it is really a rain of rain and dew. Mr. Liu, please accept my humble worship."

As he spoke, he made a gesture to bow down, and Liu Wenshan helped him up again.

For this, Liu Wenshan felt quite comforted. He had received great controversy in school and in the temple, but he never expected... that there are still people who appreciate the The Wealth of Nations so much.

Liu Wenshan said modestly: "Thank you for your love, are you doing silk business?"

"Exactly." Chen Xin nodded and said, "It's just a small business. There are a lot of silk merchants in Beijing. I'm really ashamed to be in the bottom of the ranks."

Liu Wenshan wrote The Wealth of Nations, and has been studying the economy and the way of commodity exchange for this year, so he became very interested in this silk merchant.

He stared at Chen Xin and saw that he looked ashamed.

But Chen Xin is really not a wealthy businessman, especially in the silk industry.

Liu Wenshan said casually: "Business is different from studying. If a scholar reads more books, it may be easier to get a title on the gold list. The way to do business is to pay attention to the amount of capital and the size of the scale, but it is not born to be able to operate. You can strive for the top, so you don’t need to be ashamed, as long as you can keep yourself safe and operate with integrity, you can look up to the world and have no shame in your heart.”

It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, but when I said it, Chen Xin felt ashamed: “It’s even more ashamed to say it, sir, my capital is not rich, but the profit from trading is limited, but it’s also because I don’t know it, so let’s talk about it earlier. A few days ago, I dyed a batch of silk, but... the color of this silk is really not flattering, but no one cares about it until now. Compared with the colors that are in short supply nowadays, eh..."

"Is it still in your hand?" Liu Wenshan asked with a smile.

Chen Xin nodded.

Liu Wenshan has his hands behind his back, this is his habit, although he belongs to the little transparency under the Fangmen, but sometimes, he will imitate others, unconsciously learn from his mentor Fang Jifan with his hands behind his back, as if I am in a bad mood and might beat you to death.

He looked up at the beams of the house, and suddenly said: "There is a hoard of goods, which means that the market cannot accommodate your goods, but have you ever thought about it, the market itself is infinite."

"What?" Chen Xin was taken aback, not quite understanding the meaning of Liu Wenshan's words.

Liu Wenshan smiled and said: "No, I may have misunderstood what I said just now. What I mean is, for you, there must have been a certain channel for your goods before, but the channel for your goods is not It has not been recognized by this market, but...the market is not just a channel that sticks to one step, it might as well, you can look farther and try to develop the market as much as possible."

"Develop new markets……"

Chen Xin still didn't understand.

Develop new markets……

Liu Wenshan said: "In my The Wealth of Nations, I have stated that one day, once the supply of goods exceeds the demand from the shortage, it will become necessary to open up the market."

"But... how to open up the market?" Chen Xin was stunned. He had heard of the term market development in The Wealth of Nations, but he didn't take it to heart at the time.

Liu Wenshan smiled slightly: "The exchange of goods, at present, is more limited to the transactions of acquaintances. I am not wrong about this."

Chen Xin nodded.

The trade of acquaintances is indeed the current mainstream: "For several generations in the capital, my family has bought goods from some silk merchants well-known in the south of the Yangtze River, and then sent them to the capital. We have been working together…”

Liu Wenshan said: "It is precisely because of this that these silk shops are your channels, but have you ever thought that your goods may not be popular in the capital, but they may not be able to bloom inside the wall and outside the wall? "

"this……"

"You can try and find other channels." Liu Wenshan encouraged.

Chen Xin was silent for a long time: "How to find other channels?"

Liu Wenshan felt that he was better at doing business.

However, he smiled. In fact...sometimes, he only observes the behavior of economy and trade. Instead, he stands on an objective standpoint and sees more clearly and further.

He said: "My teacher has been planning to establish a trading market in Xincheng for the past few days. You can try your luck there."

market place……

Isn't this...the market place?

Chen Xin was a little confused.

Go to the market to sell silk?

But... Our Chen family doesn't sell bulk goods.

After chatting with Liu Wenshan for some time, although Chen Xin seemed to have some doubts about the trading market, but...he admired Liu Wenshan's conversation.

Chen Xin frowned, hesitating.

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A report of Jin Yiwei was sent to Emperor Hongzhi's desk.

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the memorial with hesitation.

"Zhen Guofu, what are you going to do?" Emperor Hongzhi raised his head and glanced at Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing's expression was a bit complicated: "..."

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Speak."

Xiao Jing: "..."

Xiao Jing held back for a long time, and finally said: "Your servant doesn't understand."

Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head and looked at the impressively written

The words of the famous trading market.

He understands the market; he also understands trade.

But what the hell is this?

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but said: "The factory guard is so careless?"

Xiao Jing shivered.

I thought to myself, what can we say, that person surnamed Fang coined new words every now and then, God knows what this thing is for, he said it was called the trading market, that is the trading market, but what kind of trading, what kind of market method, If we knew...we'd still be eunuchs?

Of course, these words can only be complained in his heart, Xiao Jing bowed his body, and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, servant... I will die!"

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "However...you really don't understand anything. In the Theory of the Wealth of Nations, it is already doomed. Traders are barters, marketers are markets. This is an old saying, these four Putting the words together, it is a place for goods exchange. I think it is because there is no East Market and West Market in the new city, so it is not easy to barter. This trading market is probably the same as the West Market and the East Market. Bar."

"Your Majesty is really wise." Xiao Jing raised his thumb.

Emperor Hongzhi bowed his head: "You need to study more, Fang Jifan is going to open a market again, in fact...it's not a big deal."

"Yes, yes." Xiao Jing nodded repeatedly.

As Emperor Hongzhi said, he continued to read the memorial, which also contained information about what happened in Dingxing County.

While watching, Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help frowning, and said again: "Zhen Guofu used to hoard land on a large scale in Dingxing County? And this Liu Jin... actually extorted the people's property?"

"This..." Xiao Jing said lightly: "This, I don't know about it, it's just reported from Dingxing County, or should I ask about it?"

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "Liu Jin is also a loyal person after all, it shouldn't be like that."

He said, but didn't go any further.

In Xiao Jing's eyes, he looked a little disappointed.

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Dingxing County.

Guard the eunuch Xingyuan.

A scribe entered tremblingly, and with a click, the scribe fell to the ground.

There were no lights in the hall, so it looked very dark.

In the depths of this dim lobby, a person is hiding in the shadows behind the desk.

The scribe couldn't see the other person's face, but when he came in, he was out of his wits.

He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his teeth trembling, and he said stutteringly: "I've seen godfather... godfather... and found out. These days, there are some Jinyiwei people, dressed as businessmen, walking around... ...searching everywhere for evidence..."

The person in the shadow seemed to be calm and relaxed, and on the desk were slices of sliced ​​melons.

The man took the melon, lowered his head and gnawed it very seriously...

The clerk was so frightened that his soul was scattered, his throat seemed to be blocked, and Ai Ai continued in a jiffy: "They...they are asking about your godfather... godfather...they...are afraid...only Afraid……"

In the shadow, the face of the scribe's godfather is still invisible. Hidden behind this shadow, there are only the rustling sounds of gnawing melons.

"My son thinks that someone in the palace wants to target your godfather... They should be weaving evidence..."

After one piece of melon is eaten, there is another piece.

But the person who sat firmly behind the shadows was still extremely determined.

"Godfather, not only that, they also inquired about the hoarding of land before... It seems... It seems... This matter also involved some Captain Fang..."

Click...

This time, the click is extraordinarily different.

When he said this, the scribe was shocked.

Then, he kowtowed like garlic: "The son deserves to die, the son deserves to die, son... The son didn't realize it beforehand, and let people take advantage of it. The son must die..."

Boom...boom...boom...

His forehead hit the ground fiercely, as if it would not cause any pain at all, and blood had already been knocked out on this forehead, the bright red blood flowed down his forehead, dripping onto the blue on the brick.

"Son...he deserves death!" The scribe's voice was terrified.

Although the person who eats melons does not say a word, it makes him feel even more frightened. His teeth are trembling, and his body is shaking like chaff.

pat...

A melon rind flew out of the darkness.

Steadily, it fell directly on the scribe's face.

The person in the shadows finally stood up slowly, and suddenly roared in a thick baritone voice: "Xiao Jing, your uncle, it's fine if you want to punish us, you still want to check our grandpa!"

The clerk lowered his head fiercely, and his body fell to the ground. The skirt behind him was drenched in cold sweat.

The setting sun came in and shone on the face in the shadows. Liu Jin had a hideous face and his eyes were like blood!

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