The big era starts in 1983

In other words, Bai Hao has never seen the original version.

Is this book good?

After Bai Hao saw the book, the cover was handwritten, without any patterns or decorations, and the paper had turned yellow.

32-karat edition, bound on the right.

Its content is 100% divine.

What's more, Ye Shiguan's father once owned it, and wrote his thoughts and notes in the book.

Bai Hao put on clean gloves and read carefully.

God made.

There is only one word to describe this book.

Holding the book, Bai Hao couldn't put it down.

"Ah!" Bai Hao regretted it in his heart. If it wasn't for Simbaya, Bai Hao deliberately tricked this book into his hands and kept it at home. This is definitely a book that can be put in a museum.

Ye Shiguan said from the side: "It's just an object, and it's only valuable if it can achieve what you want."

"That's right." Bai Hao agreed.

Ye Shiguan hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Xiaobai, isn't this a little too heavy. The puffer fish is backed by a beautiful one."

Bai Hao thought for a while: "I don't think Simbaya can learn the essence, it's good to learn a little superficial."

"En, that's right." Ye Shiguan agreed.

The next day, Bai Hao met Simbaia.

Simbaya has never met Bai Hao, but has seen many photos of Bai Hao.

In Simbaya's memory, Bai Hao can be regarded as the world's top rich man, owning countless properties, and his wealth value is even more of a mystery.

Someone even said that if Bai Hao bought a piece of handmade clothing on the streets of Milan, the country of boots, the value of the owner of the clothing store would increase tenfold overnight.

Bai Hao can be said to be synonymous with fashion and trends.

Bai Hao's photos are all well-dressed and charming.

Today, Simbaya saw Bai Hao. Bai Hao was wearing a green dress, which was very old, as if it had been washed many times and had turned white in many places.

"Bai, Hao?" Simbaya couldn't believe it was Bai Hao.

Bai Hao nodded: "It's me, Dear Sheikh." Bai Hao bent down and took Simbaya's hand.

Simbaia was unable to stand and suffered a very serious spinal injury.

As an elder, Xinbaya grasped Bai Hao's hand with both hands, pulled Bai Hao closer, and touched Bai Hao's forehead with his forehead.

Bai Hao sat on the ground: "The big camel said that it supports you in restoring your homeland and making the Temple City your capital. Sha Damu hopes to contribute so that the camels will forgive him for the wrong things he has done."

Simbaia sat on a chair, silent.

He has experienced suffering that others have never experienced, and he has also seen countless people suffering.

When he came here, it was Abu who told him that the one who really rescued him was here, and the person who could guide him was also here, so he came here.

Here, he saw the ancient temple more than 500 years ago, and saw the tolerance of Xia Guo.

If it is not for tolerance, how could it be possible to keep the temple on their camels here for 500 years.

Bai Hao opened his yellow schoolbag and took out the book wrapped in cloth.

"Begging for others is better than asking for yourself. What you need most is awakening, not begging for mercy." Bai Hao handed the book to Simbaya: "Don't insult this book, or I will kill you."

Bai Hao directly used the word kill.

Simbaia was shocked.

He knew very little of Xia Guoyu, and this book in pure Xia Guoyu, apart from making him feel very old, did not understand its value for the time being.

However, Bai Hao's attitude.

He re-examined the book. It was an old book with poor printing quality. After opening it, there were many words written by other people besides the main text of the book.

Bai Hao stood up: "I'm leaving. When we meet again, I hope to be in your homeland, in your capital, Temple City. Keep this book safe, and I will get it back at that time."

Simbaia began to realize that this was no ordinary book.

Unfortunately, he knows very, very little about Xia Guoyu.

When Simbaya left, it was Abu who brought him quietly, and it was also the caravan of big camels who took him away quietly.

On the plane leaving, the big camel who is proficient in Xia Guoyu told Simbaya who the author of the book was, and the person who took notes on the book also left his signature.

Just because you don't understand Xia Guoyu doesn't mean you haven't heard those great names.

Simbaya began to recall Bai Hao's words.

They haven't awakened yet.

So, what is awakening.

Perhaps, the book has the answer.

What about Bai Hao?

Sitting in a tea house in Yangcheng sipping tea, it was very quiet.

Long Wufeng came, sat down and said directly: "I heard from Lao Ye that you are serious enough, and the puffer fish may have a hard time."

Bai Hao sat without moving, without opening his eyes, and said slowly: "I am going to add a business to the post and telecommunications, I know, they have been losing money, and the Ministry of Finance has been posting money to them. I hesitate The question is, am I stretching too wide, or stretching my arms too far?"

"Say, it's not up to you whether it's wide or not, whether it's long or not, no one talks nonsense."

Bai Hao said: "When the Ninth Factory was first established, many people queued up to send money to their families after paying bonuses. The bank is probably only available in the county town. Who does the village rely on, not every postman who travels over mountains and mountains? I support it." They run banks. They can open as many business offices as they had before.”

Long Wufeng didn't answer, but glanced at Xue Linlin who was kneeling on the ground making tea.

Xue Linlin replied: "There is someone recording next to it, and someone will report it."

Bai Hao said again: "This is a trivial matter, Xiaoxue. Arrange for me to cut off the entrepot trade over the Xiangjiang River. I calculated in my mind that all the factories, businesses, and shipping fleets we can control work together to make them cry in half a year." Can't cry."

"Arrangement." Xue Linlin stood up.

In Xue Linlin's eyes, about sending money and sending letters just now, Bai Hao came up with an idea, and if there is interest, someone at the boss level will come to ask for advice.

It's a question, not a discussion.

The second thing Bai Hao said really belongs to her scope of work.

Bai Hao stretched out four fingers: "Xiangjiang, finance, housing, entrepot trade, tourism, four pillars. In my opinion, there is only one pillar. If they lose entrepot trade, what else do they have? The rest are all scum, Feng Yi Blow them all down. Let our Xingang steal their lives."

Long Wufeng asked: "Where are people?"

"Escape!"

Bai Hao's tone was icy cold.

Many low-level people in Xiangjiang can go to the new district if they can't make it through. Some are working and some are renting houses.The era when Xiangjiang came here and was the uncle has long since ceased to exist.

For the rest, you can go to their rotten father.

Xiangjiang lost its trans-Hong Kong trade, but it is just a small fishing village.

Xue Linlin has already made arrangements.