Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Father Solje's mind was caught in a battle between heaven and man.

From Fang Zheng's attitude just now, it could be seen that the entire Great Jing was not welcoming to the Taifu Church.

And their group of missionaries had only preached in the countries surrounding Fika.

They were all in the same cultural sphere, and preaching had never been so troublesome. Even if someone expressed non-acceptance, there wouldn't be much opposition.

Now it was different. This was a completely new civilization with its own unique system.

The difficulty of preaching here was comparable to the early days of the Taifu Church's expansion. If it could succeed, it would be an unprecedented achievement!

His status in the church would inevitably be greatly improved....

Preaching was a must. Even if it was tough, he would go to Taoyuan County first to take a look. If it didn't work, he would come back and keep grinding.

Anyway, the Great Jing officials seemed polite and the place seemed to have laws. He wasn't afraid of not being able to wear them down.

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Fang Zheng asked, "Father, what do you think? If you accept my conditions, I'll have time the day after tomorrow to personally take you to see it, but for now, please bear with staying here for another night."

"If you don't accept, then continue to consider it here."

What the hell? If I don't accept, I'll continue to consider it here? Does that mean you won't even change my accommodation?

Father Solje was shocked and said in a deep voice, "I agree, but if Taoyuan County is not as you described, just a small place with no people, then I hope to meet your country's emperor to renegotiate in person."

"No problem at all. I never tell lies. After you arrive in Taoyuan County the day after tomorrow, we can sign the employment contract after you have no objections," Fang Zheng said with a smile.

"Now that there are no other issues, this official will go back first. Oh, and one more thing, these two days, your people should wash in the pond in the courtyard and change their clothes. What's that smell in this room!"

Father Solje looked embarrassed: "We don't have extra clothes. Do you think you could send us some?"

Fang Zheng was about to agree, but when he heard him mention clothes, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

He reached out his finger, dipped it in tea, and began to draw a picture on the table. In a short while, a neat set of clothes appeared on the table.

Fang Zheng pointed to the drawing and asked, "Do Western countries have this kind of clothing?"

The priest glanced at it and shook his head: "No."

"Well, never mind. I'll have someone send you new clothes tomorrow, and then wait for the notice to take you on a tour of Taoyuan County."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, he left the residence and went straight to the textile factory.

Today's matter was temporarily settled. In the future, these foreigners might be a key force for Great Jing to support in the West.

They were Westerners and also had the identity of the church. Whether it was opening up markets or diplomacy, they were a good help.

He didn't expect to be able to enlighten the priest in one go, after all, he had been educated by the church since he was a child.

But this conversation today was a good thing if it could plant a seed of doubt in his heart.

The subsequent steps would be much easier.... When they get to Taoyuan County, let them know what the hell is called humanistic care!

If there really are headstrong missionaries who can also make money, he's not afraid. Let them build churches in Taoyuan County, let them preach!

He doesn't give a damn!

After all, the people of Taoyuan County... only recognize the one and only true god walking in the world.

......

The next day, Li Yuanzhao and Fang Zheng appeared together in the textile factory.

Many female workers in the factory were working diligently. Li Yuanzhao asked in confusion: "Lao Fang, what did you bring me here for? What's there to see in the textile factory now?"

Fang Zheng smiled mysteriously: "I've designed a new set of clothes. Help me take a look and see if it can become popular?"

Li Yuanzhao rolled his eyes, rubbed his hands, and smiled: "That's interesting, let me see!"

Fang Zheng beckoned, and a female worker stepped forward and placed a set of dark blue clothes in front of Fang Zheng.

Li Yuanzhao picked up the clothes and glanced at them, his brow furrowing: "Hmm... never seen them before."

"I came last night to measure the size. I'll put them on and you can take another look." After saying that, Fang Zheng found a deserted place to change into the new clothes.

When he came out again, Li Yuanzhao was stunned for a moment.

This kind of clothing was indeed eye-catching, and he had never seen it before.

Fang Zheng spread his arms and turned around, proudly saying: "How does it look?"

Li Yuanzhao walked around him, his hand pinching his chin: "Hiss... weird, but it's quite upright, and it looks a lot more energetic, but who would buy this kind of clothes? It doesn't look very comfortable."

"Just tell me if it's good or not."

"It doesn't show your ass, so it's okay, but people will stare at you on the street. Does this dress have a name?"

Fang Zheng said without hesitation: "Call it Xi... Dongfu!"

"Dongfu? .... Hehe, the name is weird too." Li Yuanzhao scratched his face with a silly smile, "Why did you bother making it when you have nothing to do?"

Fang Zheng didn't answer, but walked to the mirror and looked at himself.

Looking left and right, he was quite satisfied.

Don't tell me, this suit is quite decent.

If he hadn't asked the priest, he would have thought that this thing already existed. Since it doesn't, then don't blame him for being impolite!

This thing is much stronger than ordinary inventions.

Clothing that can be passed down for hundreds of years in later generations, the beauty is naturally needless to say. Although it looks strange now, people's dress will definitely tend to be simple in the future, and suits will definitely be popular.

Find an opportunity to package the concept of Dongfu, spread it to the West, and register the patent!

Maybe he can make a lot of money from foreigners, both money and fame, why not do it?

Then there must be a record of him in the Western history books!

Just as Fang Zong was fantasizing, a voice suddenly came from his ear: "Lao Fang, what are you admiring? You're still smiling foolishly."

"Ahem, Your Highness, I have a feeling that the Dongfu I designed is going to be a hit... so I'm going to order a set for the foreigners in Honglu Temple, with our own trademark, what do you think?"

"Just do that, it's not as good as the short sleeves you designed before. Didn't you say you're going back to Taoyuan County tomorrow, and you're going to Honglu Temple to find Lai Gou'er and Lufa? Let's go to Honglu Temple," Li Yuanzhao said without interest.

Fang Zheng sighed and took off his coat: "Tsk, I think your vision is not good, I'll find a few more people to help me take a look."

.....

Many years later, Dongfu spread to the West.

A trend became popular among the aristocratic circles in the West who often went to Jingbake Old Jingcheng Coffee Shop to drink coffee. They often wore Dongfu in the coffee shop, wearing top hats and holding civilization sticks, and neatly placed feather pens, ink, and notebooks on the table.

Whenever there was a cup of top-quality coffee freshly brewed with Vatican holy water from the East, they would always order one, and then add two cloves of expensive purple-skinned garlic produced in Great Jing, sip the coffee, and carefully savor the bitter spiciness from the Celestial Dynasty.

Then, they couldn't help but stick the civilization stick into the ground, take off their hats with their left hand, raise their thumbs with their right hand and circle it in the air, and finally comment in fluent Oriental language.

"Aiyo, that's authentic!"

In this way, they could show their deep understanding of Eastern culture and demonstrate their high-class style.

Their high-end taste, elegant movements, and standard pronunciation all aroused the envy of the people on the street, who imitated them.

And according to Western records in later generations, the last wizard, the last master, the endless treasure of the golden age, the pope behind the Protestants... the coffee king, the god of clothing design, and the founder of the fashion industry, Fang Zheng.

Three hundred years after he invented Dongfu, his classic design style still deeply influenced the entire clothing industry. The first Dongfu, which had been eaten by insects and only half remained, was auctioned off at the Suqiong Bi Auction House for an unprecedented sky-high price of two billion!