The seven chief stewards are all gone, and the other businessmen, you look at me, I look at you, no matter how reluctant I am, I can only leave with them, after all, the Jin merchants can be said to cover the sky with one hand in the business world of the capital.

In the end, only a few owners of small workshops remained here.

When the seven stewards walked out of the venue, they happened to look back and saw the owners of these small workshops, although they were just a few small crumbs who couldn't get on the table, but they were angry, where could they endure someone because Zhu Shun openly offended them.

A small butler of the silk village next to the seven stewards took the initiative to stand up, stared at the owners of the small workshops, and said coldly: "You just wait for the business to fall down, sell your sons and daughters." ”

The remaining few small workshop owners, hearing the blatant threat of the seven Jin merchants, all ran away in fright, leaving only one small workshop owner, gritting his teeth and continuing to stand beside Zhu Shun.

The other businessmen saw that he didn't leave quickly, and they all showed gloating expressions, offending the seven Jin merchants, just waiting for the family to fall.

Zhu Shun only used one sentence to make the owner of this small workshop, his pale face return to ruddy, and even his face was full of red light.

The businessmen and bureaucratic squires who longed for their fathers and mothers to have two more legs showed a trace of remorse on their faces.

Zhu Shun believes that it won't be long before this trace of remorse will turn into a regret medicine in the world: "Let's go and open a weaving workshop." ”

"It's the same nine cents of silver and an ingot, and I'll give as much as I want."

The life of the owner of the small workshop was obviously relatively hard, and he was only wearing a green cotton shirt with a few patches.

The owner of the small workshop, who has reached the age of knowing the destiny of heaven, solemnly surrendered his hand: "Old decay, thank you Zhu Zhangchang." ”

After saying this, the owner of the small workshop left here and hurried back to change the cotton yarn workshop at home into a weaving workshop.

When everyone left, and Huang Yonggui was also carried away by the family, Song Yingjing asked a very critical question: "Zhu Zhangchang, the old man has a reluctant request here, if the factory is difficult to answer, there is no need to answer." ”

Zhu Shun sat back on the Taishi chair, nodded and said, "Song Yuan, please speak." ”

Song Yingjing stared at Zhu Shun's face and asked solemnly: "Zhu Zhangchang can keep the price of yarn so low and make money, is it to create a new type of spinning machine?" ”

Zhu Shun didn't answer yes, nor did he answer no, but asked him a question: "Before I came over, I also inquired about some things about the Song family's cotton cloth shop." ”

"The price of cotton has skyrocketed this year, and the price of cotton cloth has also skyrocketed.

"Now it has risen to one tael of silver a horse, and it is almost about to catch up with the silk produced in Suzhou, and the price of Su Aya last year was only two taels of silver a horse."

"But the Song family's cotton cloth shop only sells four dollars of silver a horse, even if it is to attract customers with a low price, it is enough to sell it for nine dollars of silver, and it doesn't need to be so low."

It is because of this incident that the Song family's cotton cloth business has not been able to expand, and it really can't make much money, and there is no money to expand.

Song Yingjing sat next to Zhu Shun and said with a wry smile: "Actually, this is a family rule set by the Song family, for the sake of wealth and benevolence." ”

"Forget it, this matter will not be clear for a while, let's talk about this yarn problem."

"To tell you the truth, with the yarn of the Zhuzhang Factory, the Song family can lower the price by a little more, so that the common people can buy cheaper cotton cloth in this difficult world, and save more money to buy food to eat."

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the merchants only had two words in their eyes, the Jin merchants sent weapons and grain to the Jurchens and Mongolia, the southeast Zhejiang merchants colluded with the Japanese Kou, and the Hui merchants often raised prices.

But today, Zhu Shun finally saw the responsibility that an industrialist should have in a workshop.

Zhu Shun said a sentence for the first time, which was almost equivalent to a prophecy: "If Song Yuanwai can trust me, in October, he will hide the loom in the workshop and move his family to live in the capital." ”

Song Yingjing looked at Zhu Shun who turned to leave, and didn't understand what he meant by this, thinking of one thing, Zhu Shun had a good relationship with Wang Chengen, the head of the Dongchang stall.

Could it be ....... Song Yingjing's face changed suddenly, and she didn't have to wait until October, she would move the loom to the cotton cloth shop in the capital today.

After Zhu Shun dealt with this matter, he didn't go back to Wang Gong's factory, and went to Qipan Street.

It's good that Huang Yonggui didn't provoke Zhu Shun, but now he dares to make trouble for Zhu's spinning factory, Zhu Shun must completely eliminate this potential threat.

The chessboard street in the capital is the place with the most merchants and shops in the whole capital, and there are various items such as the lamp market, the flower market, the sheep market, the pearl market, the rice market, etc.

Zhu Shun changed his clothes, passed by the rows of tea shops, dry noodle shops, and shochu shops, and found a Xishiku next to a rouge shop.

This Xishiku is not a royal warehouse built during the Orthodox period, but a shop that buys and sells Western gadgets.

When Zhu Shun walked into the store, a cousin greeted him: "This official, may I ask if you need anything?" ”

"Our store recently shipped a batch of Western glasses, a pair of only five taels of silver, do you want to buy a pair back to give to your family."

Seeing that Zhu Shun didn't speak, the cousin continued to introduce: "If the official doesn't like Western glasses, we have the best Western self-striking bell here, this is ........."

Zhu Shun interrupted the enthusiastic introduction of the cousin: "Go and invite your host over." ”

The cousin was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Zhu Shun didn't come to the store to buy things, but wanted to see their owner, could it be a friend of the owner.

When Zhu Shun came in, he looked at Zhu Shun carefully, and saw that he had an extraordinary bearing, and he was wearing a quail complement official uniform, so he might really be a friend of the owner.

The cousin thought about it for a while, and ran to the back to ask the owner.

The owner of Xishiku is a Franc man, and the Xiangshan Ao of the Ming Dynasty has actually been occupied by the Franc man, and it is not surprising that there is a Franc man in the capital.

Francophone was about to use fluent Daming official dialect to ask what this extraordinary Ming man wanted to do.

Zhu Shun spoke fluently in Spanish language, and spoke first: "My family is a maritime merchant in Jiangnan, and I want to buy a few things that can't be bought outside. ”

In today's situation, not to mention an official wearing an official uniform, even if the emperor's relatives come and say that they are maritime merchants, the Francois will maintain a certain degree of suspicion.

Speaking this fluent Spanish language, even if Zhu Shun is not wearing clothes today, the Francois will believe that Zhu Shun is a maritime merchant.

In this far Far East, being able to hear the familiar local accent, Francois walked over and gave Zhu Shun a warm hug, and pulled Zhu Shun to the courtyard.

Franco's personality is more enthusiastic and unrestrained, sitting in Daming's antique room, but he took out two bottles of brandy from the wine cabinet: "My name is Ruvio." ”