Chapter 117, Jiang Wei's fangs

"Jiang Gongzi, the little woman wants to ask, why are you doing this?"

Although Song Cen Yue is a businessman, doing so will obviously bring many disadvantages, and even make many people bankrupt, she really can't bear it. For Jiang Wei, there was even a little bit of disappointment in his heart.

Is this still the perfect immortal disciple in his mind? How did you become such a selfish villain now?

"If Jiang Gongzi can't give the little girl a satisfactory answer, please forgive the little girl for not accompanying her."

Song Cen Yue's words carried a firmness, and her good-looking eyebrows furrowed slightly, Jiang Wei saw it, and he really appreciated her more and more.

In such an environment, those powerful people will not estimate the lives of the people at all. For them, the lives of the people are not fortune-telling at all. Not to mention profit-oriented businessmen.

And Song Cen Yue can have such a kind heart, which is really rare. This high wind and bright festival made Jiang Wei feel that this woman was becoming more and more attractive.

"Song Niangzi may have some misunderstandings about me, but it's not convenient to explain it now, after all, this matter is very important, and I have to be careful. But please rest assured that Song Niangzi is not just thinking about interests, just thinking about myself, and please Song Niangzi believe me. ”

Song Cen Yue couldn't help frowning and looked at Jiang Wei, she still couldn't figure it out.

"Jiang Gongzi, it's not that the little woman doesn't believe in the child, it's just that this matter is about the little woman's way of behaving in the world. If Jiang Gongzi doesn't want to say it explicitly, the little woman can only say that she will ask for another master. ”

Jiang Wei didn't expect Song Cen Yue to be so persistent, and after thinking about it seriously, he couldn't blame others for this.

"In that case, then I'll say it. But before I say it, Song Niangzi must be mentally prepared. ”

"Jiang Gongzi can talk about it, the little woman listens."

Jiang Wei sighed, looked at the seventeen-year-old Song Cen Yue, and couldn't help but feel some emotion. This girl really didn't understand how important this matter was to herself, and she dared to listen to anything.

This afternoon, this morning, Jiang Wei selectively told his plan.

"My goal is very simple, if I want to start the industrialization of Datang, use the textile machine as a start, and break the deadlock of the handicraft industry. The first is the emancipation of women, and if there is a workshop dedicated to women in the face of almost starvation, will these women join in? ”

Song Cen Yue thought about his words and was silent.

"Even if the men in the family are reluctant, does Confucianism think it is immoral? But do you want to watch these women starve to death? ”

Jiang Wei didn't comment on whether this kind of thing would happen? But there will certainly be a large number of women in the workshops.

"However, the structure of the textile machine, although very ingenious? But isn't it very difficult to imitate? When there were textile workshops everywhere in Datang, and even imitation looms entered people's homes? So what happens? ”

Song Cen Yue thought about it for a long time, but didn't figure it out. Jiang Wei told him a word.

"Inflation."

What is this word for Song Cen Yue? It's a completely alien word.

Speaking of which? Jiang Wei doesn't know much about the economy, so it can be said that he is relatively shallow, but he still understands the basic economic laws.

"Please also ask Gongzi to solve the doubts of the little girl."

Song Cen Yue's final reluctant compromise? Jiang Wei smiled? Explained in very plain terms,

"Inflation, that is, Datang's goods cannot be sold because there are too many, which leads to a sharp drop in value. Finally becoming worthless? Nobody wants it. ”

Speaking of which, Song Cen Yue understands? But in this way, isn't it still that many people go bankrupt? Many people are going to starve?

Song Cen Yue looked at Jiang Wei's eyes? For a while, there was a bit of a hurry, because so? The implications are wider. It has affected almost the entire territory of Datang.

Jiang Wei looked at her anxious expression? Don't know why? I think it's very cute.

"Song Niangzi, don't worry. What will happen in this case, I think the lady has already guessed, so has Song Niangzi ever thought about what will happen if this problem is not solved? ”

"What will happen?"

Song Cen Yue glanced at it suspiciously, read a sentence softly in her mouth, and thought about it, for a while, she seemed to see the smoke rising everywhere. My eyes widened for a moment.

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Wei shook his head with a smile,

"But that's all there is to it. First, there is smoke everywhere. Second, the government forcibly controlled textiles. Third, a large number of exports to foreign countries. Which one does Song Niangzi think? ”

Song Cen Yue was at a loss for a while, feeling that her thinking couldn't keep up with Jiang Wei's rhythm at all.

Seeing that she didn't answer, Jiang Wei sighed,

"Does Song Niangzi still want to listen to it?"

Song Cen Yue gritted her teeth,

"Listen."

Jiang Wei showed a smile,

"Good. Then I will continue to say, next, there is a high probability that it will choose to export, and this is a good thing for the whole Datang. Isn't it? ”

Song Cen Yue was stunned, thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really the case, exporting cloth and silk, bringing a large amount of real money and silver from abroad to Datang, not only the people of Datang have become rich, but also alleviated the problem of inflation.

Jiang Wei saw that she was pondering, just smiled and didn't speak, it sounded very good, and the facts were also facts, but in the follow-up, Jiang Wei chose not to say it.

Song Cengyue thought about it for a long time, although there were many unsatisfactory things, but the result was good, and she finally agreed.

After sending Song Cen Yue away, Jiang Wei pondered for a moment, and then asked Liu Enyi to find Song Bingcheng, the head of the Song family.

And when he found Song Bingcheng, he was still planning the interior decoration of the commercial plaza, when he saw Liu Enyi and heard Jiang Wei invite him to the dinner, he couldn't help but feel curious, after all, this Jiang Wei would never take the initiative to contact them.

When Song Bingcheng came to Jiang's mansion, it was already late. In early July, it was dark late, plus a cement road went directly, and Song Bingcheng went smoothly along the way.

When I came to Jiang's mansion, I followed my subordinates into the villa, and saw a sumptuous dinner.

The dishes on it are all stir-fried, whether it is braised or stewed, Song Bingcheng is also familiar with it, not long after the deeds of this Yunling Village commercial street were spread, he came to eat it once, and after that time, he deeply remembered the taste,

It's just that I've been busy lately and don't have time to eat in Yunling Village. Seeing this rich dinner table this time, I couldn't help but smile with a smile,

"Jiang Gongzi, is this for a certain person?"

Jiang Wei returned the salute with a fist and invited him to sit down, and the two didn't talk about anything else, just chatted about the progress of the commercial plaza, and also discussed their thoughts on decoration.

I am not familiar with these Jiang Wei, although I have never seen a pig run, but I am also a person who has eaten pork, and I shared the decoration style of my previous life, which made the head of the Song family sigh.

"Jiang Gongzi is worthy of being a disciple of the immortal family, everything is everything, there is nothing that Jiang Gongzi does not know."

Jiang Wei smiled, business blows each other? And he still will,

"The head of the Song family has won the award, without the host of the Song family, this commercial plaza may not be built at all."

After some business blowing, Jiang Wei went straight to the point and said,

"There is something I want to ask the head of the Song family."

Song Bingcheng seemed to have drunk a little too much, his face was a little red, and his eyes were a little dull.

"Oh~ Childe, please speak, as long as someone knows, you know everything."

"May I ask if the daughter of the Song family has a marriage match?"