Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 954 Filial sons and grandsons

   Liu Wenshan welcomed 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 respect."

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

   In this regard, Liu Wenshan is quite comforted in his heart. He has received great controversy in schools and temples, but he never expected... There are still people who appreciate the Wealth of Nations so much.

   Liu Wenshan said modestly: "Thank you for your love, what you are doing is 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. Over the past year, he has been studying the economy and the way of commodity exchange, so he became very interested in this silk merchant.

  He stared at Chen Xin, seeing his ashamed expression.

   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 said 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 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 kill you.

  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 limited to one channel, it might as well, you can look farther and try to develop the market as much as possible."

"Develop new markets…"

  Chen Xin still doesn'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 economic and trade behaviors, but stands on an objective standpoint, seeing more clearly and further.

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

market place…

  Isn't this...the market?

  Chen Xin was a little confused.

  Run to the market to sell silk?

  But... our Chen family does not sell bulk goods.

   Chatted 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.

  ...

  A copy of Jinyiwei's memorial was sent to Emperor Hongzhi's desk.

  Emperor Hongzhi looked at the report with hesitation.

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

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

  Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Speak."

  Xiao Jing: "..."

  Xiao Jing held back for a long time, and finally said: "I don't understand."

  Emperor Hongzhi lowered his head and looked at the impressively written words of the trading market.

  He understands the market; he also understands trade.

   But what the **** 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 still be eunuchs?

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

Emperor Hongzhi said indifferently: "However...you really don't understand anything. In the Theory of the Wealth of Nations, it is already doomed. Traders, barters, marketers, bazaars. This is an old saying, these four 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. "

   "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.

  Emperor Hongzhi said, and then continued to read the report. In this report, there is also 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 indifferently: "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 this."

  He said, but didn't go any further.

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

  ...

  Dingxing County.

   Guard the **** Xingyuan.

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

  There are no lights in the hall, so it looks very dim.

  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 said stutteringly: "I've seen godfather... godfather... found out. These days, there are some Jinyiwei people, dressed as businessmen, everywhere... everywhere Looking for evidence..."

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

   This 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, Qi Qi Ai Ai continued: "They... They are asking about your godfather... Godfather... They... I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

  In the shadow, the scribe's godfather's face 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..."

   One slice of melon is finished, another slice.

  The person who sits firmly behind the shadows is still extremely determined.

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

  Crack…

   This time, the click is very different.

   When it came to this point, the scribe was shocked.

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

  The person who eats melons, although he didn't say a word, made him feel even more frightened. His teeth were trembling, and his body was shaking like chaff.

  Patter...

  A melon rind flew out of the darkness.

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

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

  The scribe slammed his head down, and his body fell to the ground. The skirt behind him was soaked in cold sweat.

  All the setting sun came in and shone on the face in the shadows. Liu Jin's face was ferocious, and his eyes were like blood!

  ...

  Announcement, Prodigal Son will have two names, on the Internet, it is called Ming Dynasty Prodigal Son, and in the media, it is called "Ming Song".

  Tiger is a rational braggart. I like this name very much. Well, everyone remembers well... "Ming Song"

  (end of this chapter)