mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1126: Going through fire and water
Zhao Chuanxin was horrified when he heard this. He turned around and got into the Fourth Generation Dragon, then rushed out with a "whoosh".

Benjamin Goldberg sighed to himself: After all, I am not as ruthless as my master.

He who passes on the torch is unkind and treats all the flowers as straw dogs.

Zhao Chuanxin arrived at Heping College, was transferred to Lubin Prefecture, and went to the government office.

Yao Jiafeng just came back from outside in a hurry: "My lord, you are back just in time. Someone gave me an idea to make luxury goods. What do you think is better, a Huanghuali thousand-work bed, or gold and silver jewelry..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him directly: "There is nothing new about this, it's so vulgar."

Yao Jia was not convinced: "Why is it vulgar?"

"If you want to talk about this, then I'm not sleepy anymore." Zhao Chuanxin sat on a chair in the corridor: "In the future, luxury goods cannot be charged according to the actual complexity of the craftsmanship. We need to hype up concepts and create brands..."

He explained to Yao Jia how to build a luxury brand.

This is Zhao Chuanxin’s major.

Let’s start with the clothes.

Clothing brands should be divided into levels. Before there are luxury brands, there must be popular brands.

Let’s start with the anchor effect.

Zhao Chuanxin told Yao Jia: "The general public, first of all, has no judgment ability, and secondly, no correct judgment ability. When they make decisions, they are inevitably influenced by a known reference point as a standard for judging and evaluating other information..."

If a piece of clothing costs 10 dollars, isn’t it expensive?

At this point, if you tell him that the dress is on sale for 8 yuan, he will think it is worth it.

If a piece of clothing is worth 5 dollars, and you tell him it is only 3 dollars after a discount, he will feel it is not worth buying.

10 yuan is sold for 8 yuan, which is only % off.

But it costs 5 yuan to sell for 3 yuan, which is equivalent to a % discount.

Yao Jia felt that her brain was not big enough: "Wait, I'll write it down..."

His brain cells were very excited. This was simply the Bible of doing business.

Afterwards, Zhao Chuanxin told him: "In addition, when you promote, it is best to use a gimmick to promote it to death. For example, King of Rolls has launched a new luxury car, and the sound insulation effect of this car is excellent. You can avoid the engine and tires, and only promote this point, saying that business talks and government talks are conducted inside, and people outside will definitely not be able to hear it. The superiors must choose it..."

Afterwards, Zhao Chuanxin explained the endowment effect to Yao Jia.

At this time, a group of civil servants, as well as merchants who came to the government office to do business, had gathered around.

Although Yao Jia frequently winked at Zhao Chuanxin, indicating that his skills should not be passed on to others, Zhao Chuanxin was not shy about it and said frankly: "Think about it, everyone. Now there is a person who has a thing. He must brag about it and give it a high evaluation, because it is his and he wants others to envy him. This phenomenon is called loss aversion theory in finance. If this person is in a high position, he will set an example for others and invisibly give value to the brand..."

People around were in an uproar.

"High, so high!"

"I see!"

Then, Zhao Chuanxin talked about sunk costs: "This is a person's psychological account. It means that you have spent time, money and energy, which will have a huge impact on people's decision-making. When doing things, people should exclude the influence of sunk costs when making choices, but the general public cannot do this..."

Several merchants' eyes lit up when they heard this.

At this time, the corridor was packed with people.

Zhao Chuanxin also talked about how people’s decision-making is influenced by factors such as environment, emotions, experience, knowledge bias, consumption preferences, and asymmetric information.

Seeing that the large number of people had affected the operation of the government office, Zhao Chuanxin concluded: "In short, all kinds of wrong judgments and decisions dominate our lives. Merchants use these to make money, government offices use this to govern, and the people should avoid these traps, so this knowledge is a game between all walks of life. Okay, adjourn the meeting."

The applause was thunderous and lasted for a long time!
Even when Zhao Chuanxin returned to the office, he could still hear applause and cheers in the corridor.

Yao Jia closed the office door with a change of expression, complaining: "Sir, the law is not light and the teachings are not cheap!"

Although Prefect Zhao... no, it was Governor Zhao... that's not right, he was stripped of his position as Governor.

In short, although Zhao Chuanxin didn't come to the office often, he kept it spotlessly clean.

Zhao Chuanxin sat in his office chair, crossed his legs and said, "There is nothing to worry about. In fact, these principles are all in our classics. It's just that no one has summarized them, and no one regards them as a professional discipline. Although I have talked about it, there are only a few people who can do it. It requires a complete thinking model and self-training from every little bit of life to achieve it."

Just like what Yao Jia said, "The law is not preached lightly and is not sold cheaply", it is actually a trap of narrow-frame thinking.

The Chinese language is concise, as vast as the ocean and as horns as an antelope.

Elegant, but not systematic.

Specific, but not logical or justifiable.

All walks of life have been passed down from generation to generation, and they have accumulated experience by doing things in a haphazard manner. There are some results, but the efficiency is not high.

Yao Jia still felt that it shouldn't be spread.

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and told him: "Is the Tao Te Ching a Taoist classic?"

Yao Jia nodded: "Of course."

"Every bookstore has the Tao Te Ching and the Book of the Same Origin. How many people have attained enlightenment, and how many have become immortals?"

Yao Jia: "You are the only one I see right now."

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin laughed and stretched himself lazily: "Who will wake up first from the big dream? I know it myself in my life."

Yao Jia suddenly understood.

Sometimes he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was a mortal, and sometimes he felt that he was a god.

He also had a question: "Take our Lubin Prefecture as an example. If everything is made public, and now there is a place that is better than our Lubin Prefecture, and the people complain, wouldn't that be counterproductive?"

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "You are handsome, and the girl says you are ugly, you just ignore it; you are ugly, and the girl says you are ugly, you expose your arms and roll up your sleeves, and your face turns red, because she is telling the truth. Can you blame the girl for choosing a good tree to live in? It is human nature to yearn for beauty, otherwise it is strangling human nature."

Yao Jia thought about it and realized that it was true.

He patted his forehead and said, "I've gotten off topic. I'd better get back to my luxury goods business."

Zhao Chuanxin did not stay in Lubin Prefecture for long.

He is the Bug of this era.

Some people also use him to find bugs.

The general version of the god.

Before World War I, Zhao Chuanxin was the god of war.

After World War I, it’s hard to say.

When Zhao Chuanxin thought about Yao Jia's desire to create luxury goods, he couldn't help but feel itchy.

Anything produced by Zhao Chuanxin must be a masterpiece.

Maybe we can hold an auction.

He went home to see his daughter Zhao Nianzhen, and then went to Lugang Town to take Zhao Zhengze out to play.

Children are toys.

"Dad, there's going to be a photography exhibition in town, and the teacher asked my parents to take us to visit. Mom is too busy and doesn't have time to take me. Can you take me there when the time comes?"

Zhao Chuanxin asked curiously, "The teacher asked you to visit, so why didn't they take you to visit?"

Zhao Zhengze scratched his head: "Maybe we need to buy tickets, but the teacher can't afford them."

Zhao Chuanxin considered it comprehensively: "What if a child from a poor family cannot afford a ticket and cannot visit?"

Zhao Zhengze's eyes widened: "In our preschool class, every family has money, how can there be no money?"

Preschool classes in Lugang Town are also divided into different levels.

Those who can roll it up are either rich or noble, or at least can touch the passing line.

Originally everyone was poor, but within just a few years the difference in status was revealed.

The cycle from starting from scratch to deciding who is superior and who is inferior is always there, it’s just a matter of speed.

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of a metal ball.

"Dad, are you going to take me with you or not? If you don't take me with you, I will let my sister take me with you."

He was not talking about Jiang Mingxin, because Jiang Mingxin's ideas were not that righteous. He was talking about Zhao Lingjun.

Zhao Lingjun is a little boy, not very old, but he is very powerful.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said, "Okay, I'll take your siblings with me when the time comes."

Zhao Zhengze's eyes lit up: "Are Zhao Da, Zhao Er, Zhao San, and Zhao Si going to gather together?"

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin was talking about Zhao Zhengze, Zhao Lingjun and Jiang Mingxin.

He paused for a moment and said perfunctorily: "Well... let's talk about it later."

"The photography exhibition is in April, Dad, don't forget it."

Zhao Chuanxin stayed in Lugang Town for two days and went south to Hong Kong Island.

From Hong Kong Island, we continued south to Surabaya, Indonesia.

Then go to Australia.

In the Perth Ecological Reserve, Zhang Daquan is leading people to hunt emus.

"Master Zhang, these emus are very cunning. As soon as we arrive, they run away. As soon as we leave, they come back."

Zhang Daquan lay on the ground, with the butt of the rifle against his shoulder, and he squinted his eyes to aim.

boom.

An emu fell to the ground.

The rest of the emus heard the gunshots and fled in all directions.

Those two long legs moved much faster than humans, making it impossible to catch up with them or even aim at them.

Zhang Daquan got up from the ground and brushed off the dust on his body: "Fuck, you run so fast."

He led his men over and loaded the fifty-kilogram emu onto the carriage.

Zhang Daquan sighed: "In China, I drive a carriage every day. It's so comfortable to sit in. But here in this place, I can only ride in a horse-drawn carriage."

Zhang Dazhu, who came to Perth with him, suggested: "Brother, doesn't Australia Island have ships? Why don't you ask them to transport a batch of cars over?"

"good idea!"

At this time, a black flying object with colorful tail flames came flying quickly and slowly landed near the crowd.

Zhang Daquan and Zhang Dazhu looked delighted.

But the Han immigrants were trembling with fear, looking at each other with fear: "What kind of monster is this?" They had never even seen an airplane, let alone a fourth-generation dragon.

Zhang Daquan stuffed the Lee Enfield rifle into someone else's arms, and ran towards the fourth generation Youlong with Zhang Dazhui.

"team leader!"

They still keep their original name.

Only the old guys in the insurance team call it that.

Zhao Chuanxin got off the fourth generation of Youlong and put on sunglasses: "You two made it hard for me to find you, what are you doing?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything. Once he did, Zhang Daquan's face turned depressed: "Fuck, I fought with a bunch of flat-haired beasts and lost."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the carriage behind him, which was loaded with an emu, and he was immediately happy.

After Zhang Daquan's explanation, he learned the whole story.

No matter where Chinese people go, farming comes first.

Emus are migratory animals and have no fixed routes in the east, but in the west they go north in summer and south in winter.

Australia is suitable for growing winter wheat.

Because the climate is different from that in China, seeds are usually sown from April to July and harvested from October to January of the following year.

Emus are omnivorous. They will eat small animals if there are any. If there are no small animals, they can also be completely vegetarian.

In previous years, they ate grass and grass seeds, but this year when they came back, wow, the ground was covered with food.

According to Zhang Dazhui's statistics, 20,000 emus can damage up to 100 acres of land in a day.

This thing runs fast and is very alert.

Guns are awesome, right?

But you have to shoot at long-range moving targets.

As soon as the gun is fired, people run away.

As soon as the people left, the emus came back and continued to damage the crops.

It's dusty in western Australia, and dust fills the sky as soon as you fire a gun.

When the dust settled, the emu was nowhere to be seen.

Zhang Daquan brought a group of people with guns to shoot emus.

He is as fierce as a tiger in his operations and his record is only 25.

At the rate of twice a day, even if 25 could be killed each time, it would be a drop in the bucket for 20,000 emus. Before they were all killed, they would have destroyed all the crops, and then would turn around and migrate to the north, only to come back to cause trouble the next year.

Zhang Dazhu said: "Captain, you said we should protect the ecology. Does this ecology still need us to protect it? We eat rabbit meat every day. As long as we are willing to spend bullets, we can't eat all the rabbits. It's not us who are protecting the ecology, it's the ecology that is harming us..."

He thought rabbits were native to Australia, but didn't know they were an invasive species.

Zhang Daquan kicked his brother and said, "Protecting the ecology is just an excuse, you idiot!"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned.

This was something he never expected.

"How about Maxim?"

"Maxim is no good. Besides, the money we're fighting for is silver!"

Zhao Chuanxin could drive the fourth-generation Youlong and use the Empire Terminator M1913 to fire at the ground, and he estimated that he could kill all the emus.

But he was doing things that destroyed the ecology under the slogan of protecting the ecology. This is somewhat unacceptable and laughable. After all, he hasn't occupied all the territory yet.

He said calmly, "If you want to wear the crown, you must bear the weight. You figure out a way. Let everyone prepare delicious emu meat and sell it. Once there is profit, everyone will go and catch them. Over time, I'm afraid emus will really need your protection to avoid extinction. I believe that we Han people have the strength to do this."

Zhang Dazhu said disdainfully: "It's not tasty, not even as good as rabbit meat, it's very rough."

Zhao Chuanxin is a food expert.

Although he had never eaten emu, he had a few immature ideas: "I'll teach you. Marinate it first, then fry it in oil. The oil for frying meat should be passed through chili first, so it will be very fragrant. The fried meat is easy to preserve and can be packaged and sold around. In addition, it can be made into jerky, or smoked..."

He mentioned several methods.

Zhang Dazhu nodded: "The captain still has a way, we can give it a try."

There is no way to farm if the emu problem is not solved.

How can we dominate the world without food?

Zhang Daquan had already planned to drive out the white people completely in the future and take over the eastern part as well. I heard that place is called the Gold Coast!

Zhao Chuanxin traveled around Darwin and Perth, Australia, and continued westward, landing at the Persian Gulf, crossing the desert and heading straight to Nasiriyah.

At this time, Nasiriyah belonged to the territory of the Ottoman Empire.

Nasiriyah is not big and has only a few residents, a pitiful two thousand people.

The houses are all built with mud bricks and look rustic.

Zhao Chuanxin changed into desert boots, tucked his trouser legs into the boots, wore combat uniform, a sun hat, and covered his mouth and nose with an Arab scarf.

After he entered the city, Xingyue translated, and Zhao Chuanxin simulated the voice and asked in the difficult Arabic: "Excuse me, where can I hire some help here?"

The local residents, wearing sheepskin waistcoats and magpie nest hats, looked at Zhao Chuanxin warily: "How many people do you want to hire? What do you want to do?"

Whenever Zhao Chuanxin's tongue got tied, he would use his vocal organs to speak for him.

Seeing that the man did not look wealthy, he said, "Hire a guide who is familiar with the surrounding terrain and pay him 30 kulu a day."

The local currency unit is Kuru, 1 Lira is equal to 100 Kuru.

An ordinary worker only earns 6-7 liras per month.

Farmers are even worse off. Due to natural disasters such as drought in recent years, the output of land is pitifully low. On average, they can only earn 1-4 liras per month, making it difficult for them to make a living.

The salary Zhao Chuanxin offered was neither too much nor too little, and it was still attractive to the poor.

Sure enough, the man immediately became enthusiastic: "I can do it. My name is Nasir Sadun Pasha. Hello, hello."

Zhao Chuanxin flipped his palm and a 10-kuru copper coin with a five-pointed star, moon and wheat ear pattern appeared.

The copper coin was flicked away by his thumb, and then fell back into his palm: "Okay, I'll test you. If you're suitable, this will be the deposit for the first day."

When you have no money, ghosts push the mill; when you have money, ghosts push the mill.

"My friend, just ask if you want to."

Zhao Chuanxin asked: "In the last century, the British discovered the remains of an ancient city near here. Where are they now?"

Nasir Sadun Pasha looked surprised and said, "So that's what you came for? I know. Do you want to go now? We'd better go on horseback."

From what Zhao Chuanxin said, he knew that there were more than just one group of people coming to inquire about the ancient city.

He asked, "Who else is asking?"

"Mostly English."

Zhao Chuanxin threw 10 kulu to him and said, "Point to me in which direction the ancient city is."

Nasir Sadun Pasha was alert again: "What if you don't hire me when I show you the direction?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and gave him another 20 kuru: "Point."

Nasir Sadun Pasha immediately pointed to the south: "It's about 3 farsachs away."

Xingyue calculated it for Zhao Chuanxin and it was about 18 kilometers.

He turned and prepared to leave.

"Wait." Nasir Sadun Pasha shouted from behind: "Friend, if you need help in the future, come to me. I live in..."

Less than twenty kilometers, very close.

On the way, Xingyue said, "Are you going there for the antiques in the ancient city?"

"To advocate for art, to preserve the common history of mankind, and to unearth secrets that have been hidden for thousands of years, Zhao is willing to go through fire and water without hesitation..."

Xingyue: "The Chinese language is so profound!"

The First World War is approaching, and the territory of the Ottoman Empire will be engulfed in flames.

After World War I, the British devils would come to seize the opportunity and enrich their British Museum.

Zhao Chuanxin must intercept it in advance.

As to whether Zhao Chuanxin wants to pursue a career in art or has other plans, it is unknown.

Ancient city of Ur.

Tents were set up here, and there were indeed a few British people working nearby.

They were holding shovels, brushes and chisels that dentists would use, and were carefully cleaning something.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over with his face red.

A middle-aged man with skinny limbs and a big belly stood up and shouted, "Who are you? If you don't have anything to do, please leave."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907.

bang bang bang...

The bullet drew a half-moon arc under the man's feet.

The man jumped up and down, holding his head with a look of horror.

Zhao Chuanxin said righteously: "Protecting human civilization is everyone's responsibility. You tomb robbers, why don't you get out of here?"

Let's put the blame on someone first.

The companion behind that person quietly reached out for the bag.

Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye.

Until the man thought he had found the gun quietly and raised the muzzle.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the gun.

Bang bang bang.

Just waiting for you!

(End of this chapter)