Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

September, Lanzhou City had a very ordinary caravan. During the war, the intelligent merchants of Great Qing always wanted to try their luck. Although the war brought danger, it also brought business opportunities.

Needless to say, the price of the salt, iron, and cloth products of the Central Plains had increased several times over in Xinjiang.

At this time, if anyone could smuggle a team over, their profits would be at least ten times more!

They were not only selling things to earn money, they would also be worth a lot of jade from the Southern Wilderness!

Yaqub blocked the trading road, causing the people of the Central Plains who loved Tian Yu to suddenly lose their source of goods. It had already been five years since a new jade ore had been listed on the market, forcing all of Great Qing's jade workshops to use even lower quality jade stones.

Chinese people have a long history of playing with jade, but in the hearts of the most literate people, there are only two types of jade. One is the Karakorum Jade and the other is other types of Jade.

Mount Kunlun was the dragon vein of the Central Plains, the ancestor of ten thousand mountains! The highest quality white jade made of mutton fat was produced here. Furthermore, thousands of years of myths and colors had given the jade of Mount Kunlun the ability to communicate with spirits.

It didn't matter if it was real or fake. In any case, a scholar had been eating this for thousands of years. Even a placebo was addicting!

At this critical juncture, anyone who could smuggle white jade with goat fat out of the Southern Wilderness would earn a hundred times more!

However, this kind of business was not something that could be done by an ordinary person. Without black and white eyes, one could forget about other people's business!

Businessmen were just a bunch of houseflies. They would fly wherever they could profit from. The Western Regions where the trading routes were cut off was considered a land of death in the eyes of ordinary people. However, in the eyes of merchants, it was a land of opportunity.

Countless of merchants had come here in the name of giving Zuo Zongtang supplies. They all wanted to have a chance, a chance to win with their lives.

Back when they were sailing in Europe, they even dared to enter the Deep Blue Ocean for money. Wasn't that just tying their heads on their belt? Actually, the courage of Chinese businessmen is not small, it depends on whether the policy allows or not!

As the chaos surrounding Gan Shan was gradually levelled up by Zuo Zongtang's army, and as the area for recovery expanded, the merchants of the entire Great Qing Empire followed closely behind.

The caravan had brought countless military supplies as well as everything else they needed for the reconstruction of the region.

From needlepoint to cattle, sheep, livestock, cooking pot to grass climbing plow... After the war, the people were penniless, and the magistrate's important duty was to resume production.

These Central Plains commodities quickly flooded up, and in a short period of time, a scene of flourishing business appeared.

After Gan Shan had calmed down, all the thieves had fled to the west of the Stellar Gorge. Zuo Zongtang's Marshal Xing Yuan had officially entered the Golden Province, which was the Lanzhou near the Yellow River.

Naturally, the caravan would not let go of this opportunity to do business. In an instant, the northwest small city was filled with all sorts of businesses.

But they never would have thought that after staying in the Jin Prefecture for only three days, there would be a shopkeeper who would find Liu Jintang and deliver a large bag along with a letter personally written by the red-roofed merchant, Hu Xueyan.

Hu Xueyan was the number one God of Fortune under Zuo Zongtang's command. Although Hu Xueyan worked for the Xiang Army, but the Xiang Army's power was too great, and all the Gods there had their own contradictions with each other. Naturally, they would be separated from the other faction.

However, Hu Xueyan and Zuo Zongtang were allies, most of the Western Army's military assets were raised by Hu Xueyan!

With the red-crowned merchant's letter of introduction, Liu Jintang had to take a look at the person who came, but he never would have thought that upon seeing the big shot of the caravan, the wild and unruly General, the God of Death who had killed so many people, would directly kneel down.

No one threatened him, no one pointed a gun at his head. He looked at the golden seal, and the great general, who killed people without batting an eye, immediately knelt.

Because of the identity of the person who had come, he had no choice but to kneel down. This mysterious guest who had come was holding in his hand the Seal of the King bestowed upon him by Emperor Da Ming, Hong Wu.

The leader of the caravan was actually the king of the ancient Ryukyu, King Shang Tai!

It was hard to imagine that Shang Tai had returned to Lanzhou early, but he had also returned with many familiar faces from Europe.

On the left side of the Ghost Eye which was filled with French artifacts, Expedition also came to Lanzhou with him. The shopkeeper Fan Jin, who was the earliest owner of the Singapore branch, also came along with him.

There were even more than a dozen shop assistants in the caravan who were all dressed up like Japanese Knife Puller s. Such a group of super wealthy Chinese Shang s scared Liu Jintang silly.

After hearing the purpose of Shang Tai's visit, Liu Jintang did not dare delay and directly rushed to the marshal. Fortunately, he was beside the marshal and had met Zuo Zongtang without any obstruction.

"Marshal …" This caravan was introduced to you by Hu Xueyan, you have to personally meet him … " After saying that, Liu Jintang whispered a few sentences into the marshal's ears.

Saying that, Zuo Zongtang stood up, and his face changed greatly: "Really? The Ancestor … Xiao Letian is so arrogant, you actually went as far as to make the king his envoy? "

"Come, take me to see His Majesty …" "This won't do. I'll go through the back door, change into casual clothes, and sneak in …"

Shang Tai was merely the king of a small island in the East Sea, his power was insignificant, if placed in the Great Qing Empire, it would only be in a county.

With Zuo Zongtang, the great marshal who had a hundred thousand armor, he actually didn't need to bother with a little country king like him.

However, one must not forget that generals like Zuo Zongtang were all scholars and generals. From the bottom of their hearts, they were scholars and received Kong Meng's teachings.

Although the Qing Dynasty had been brainwashing, how could the thousands of years of orthodoxy be so easily changed?

What is the Great Ming Dynasty? The final and powerful dynasty of the Han people, this was orthodoxy! Even the Qing Dynasty did not dare to deny it!

Although Shang Tai is the little king of a county, his throne was bestowed to me by Emperor Hong Wu!

To the traditional Confucian scholars, this orthodoxy was a great killing tool. It was a special feeling that came naturally from the perspective of emotions.

More importantly, the Ryukyu had already merged with the Chinese. Their economy had already merged with the Chinese economy, so the shares that the Ryukyu Kingdom held were already considered a large amount of wealth.

Shang Tai had no real power anymore, but he still had influence, he could not be provoked. If they were to open their mouths and help him, the merchants in Ryukyu would have to give him face.

On that very same night, the inconspicuous Old Ma Inn in the west of the city suddenly closed its doors. Countless Ninja-like guards under the commander-in-chief disappeared into the darkness, spying on the unknown dangers.

At the same time, the patrolling soldiers received a strange order, all the routes were bypassed here.

In the main room of the inn, the dusty Shang Tai was drinking wine and admiring the jade with the Manager Fan on the left of the Ghost Eye. A fist-sized piece of white jade the size of a sheep was placed in the middle of the wine and dishes.

With a bang, the door was pushed open. A few Japanese Knife Puller s subconsciously grabbed the costal deviation, but when the Manager Fan reached out his hand, all of the blades retreated.