Li Jing's hole card is the water-powered loom in the Han River basin, India's unlimited supply of cotton, the 24-spindle spinning machine, and the 24-hour water-powered loom, which has increased the weaving efficiency by at least 60 times. What is this concept, one month's output is equivalent to five years' production of the same size. The Han River basin is still in full swing to build dams, build impact canals, and constantly build new weaving factories, rows of spinning machines and looms. Workers in three shifts.

Li Jing stored more cloth than the inner warehouse in the Baliqiao warehouse, and it was all new cloth of wide width. No matter how to control the market, how to speculate, how to have sufficient funds, there is one condition that can extinguish all conditions, that is, this is cash/not stocks, and the price of the actual commodity ultimately pulls the price of the exchange. The cloth outside is three coins and one silver, and if you fry it for one or two silver, no one will ask for it, because the ready/goods cloth is placed there.

On the eighth day of March, the black quarter of an hour, which will be remembered by the whole city, the price of cloth was beaten from five times the normal price to half the normal price in just a quarter of an hour. The whole market was full of mourning and a miserable howl.

"Brother Juren, Brother Juren" The king desperately held Brother Juren's acupoint, Brother Juren woke up slowly, spewed a mouthful of blood and passed out.

Countless people no longer trade, fearing that the cloth tickets in their hands would become waste paper, flocked to the warehouse to collect the cloth, these people were rich people who owned land and shops, and these people were far more knowledgeable than the small people. They are soberly aware that cloth is cloth, and the current price is temporary, as long as they hold the cloth in their hands, it will not become waste paper like a cloth ticket.

The people who supervise the warehouse, the Baofeng and the exchange, sit and work here, and there is a long row of tables, and a queue of people in front of each table are honestly lined up, and no one dares to go wild in the Baofeng. Fifty tables, fifty teams of people, the Baofeng guardian carried an iron rod to maintain order, as long as ten cents were paid, a ticket was exchanged for a piece of cloth, Tong Su was not bullied, and the transaction was made on the spot.

It turned out that the credit of the Baofeng was strong, and it was paid until the curfew, and before the curfew, those who failed to line up were advised to come early, and if they were not at ease, they could spend the night here, but not out of the warehouse gate, so as not to make trouble for the night patrol.

The next day, Brother Juren woke up and asked how it was now, and learned that a large number of people went to change the cloth, and there was no one on the exchange. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said: "Now the cloth tickets are in our hands, those people have a maximum of 20%, and we have more than one million cloth tickets in our hands, I want to see if they can hand over so much cloth, if they can't hand it over, it will be a fraud." ”

A group of people came directly to the supervision warehouse, and the big shopkeeper of Baofeng greeted him personally, after all, this is a large transaction, and the shopkeeper Fan did not talk nonsense, and directly collected a handling fee of more than 10,000 taels and counted more than one million cloth tickets. He arched his hand and said, "There is not so much cloth here. ”

"What, what are you talking about, the dignified Baofeng, you can't redeem it,......" Brother Juren seems to have found the man who betrayed the pot, if this is a scam, he will be able to explain, it's not that I can't do it, it's that these people are too clever in deception.

"Don't worry, who said that my Baofeng can't be cashed, um," Shopkeeper Fan was not angry, he saw that Brother Juren took a step back, and suddenly found that it was not a joke for him to question the credit of Jin Shang, credit is the life of the ticket number, if you want his life, how can he rest with you.

"The warehouse here is small, it can't hold so much cloth, I'll take you to the big warehouse to get the cloth, your carriages are not enough, you'd better look for some carriages."

A group of people came to the Dongbalizhuang warehouse, began to count the cloth, Brother Juren's face became whiter and whiter, this cloth is smooth as silk, there are no breakpoints and joints at all, the feel is soft but very strong, in the sunlight different angles can also see the dark patterns, some are blessing words, some are happy words, some are pine, bamboo, plum and other plants, very exquisite and beautiful. Far from being comparable to homespun. The price of this cloth is less than twice that of homespun cloth. People took out such a good cloth to deliver, what else did they say.

Until more than one million pieces of cloth are delivered, there are probably a few thousand pieces of cloth left in the warehouse, and Brother Juren beats his chest, just these thousands of pieces of cloth, just these thousands of pieces of cloth, and he has no money. What he didn't know was that there were two such warehouses for Li Jing.

"It's all counted, this number and the exchange have all the agreements, we are just inventory supervision, see the ticket that is to pay the cloth, the income is the handling fee of more than 10,000 taels, the same is also the guarantee fee of both sides of the transaction, playing the role of a credit bridge, in the future, this kind of guarantee and insurance business is also a new development business of this number, but also continue to develop and bring forth the new. As for who loses and who makes money on all parties to your transaction, it has nothing to do with this number. The old god of the shopkeeper Fan said.

He couldn't help but feel excited when he remembered that Li Jing promised him that the follow-up marine insurance business would also be handed over to him, and the amount of overseas trade was staggering. Li Jing's words are right, just earn guarantees and handling fees, which is a lot of money, and this business has no risks, no right or wrong, it is still every day, it can be done for a long time, never touch the transaction, and do not stick to that trouble.

"The lease of this warehouse expires at the end of the month, and there are still nineteen days left, so I will hand it over to you now, and we will take the remaining thousands of horses away, and we will see you back" As he spoke, Shopkeeper Fan motioned for them to hand over the lease contract and the key to the warehouse, and asked them to sign the receipt paperwork. And left. Looking at the amount of cloth as much as the sea here, Brother Juren sat on the ground.

Li Jing is finally going back, and the military department has already paid the military salary and food, and Li Jing has no reason to stay in the capital anymore. Qin Liangyu finally got rid of the trouble, and the remaining six thousand stone pillar soldiers also went to Liaodong, but this time they were on standby at Shanhaiguan. The Qi family army that fought with her before had been sent to Liaoyang early. and Qin Bangping's more than 3,000 people converged, led by Chen Ce to support Shenyang.

Qin Liangyu wanted to go to Li Jing's boat, and during this time, she was exhausted, and she really didn't want to ride a horse anymore. She asked her younger brother Qin Minping to lead the team, and she took her three children and more than 30 personal soldiers to be Li Jing's boat.

Li Jing persuaded to arrange a carriage to send Aunt Qin, but Qin Liangyu pulled her ears and had a seizure, Qin Liangyu had already wanted to clean up these little cubs who were about to turn the sky upside down. Li Jing had no choice but to pack up an ironclad ship, remove the artillery and other weapons, and arrange it briefly, divided into five rooms, with personal guards in front and four maids in the back who also served as a kitchen. One of the three rooms in the middle is used as a living room, which is used for eating and activities. The other two rooms Li Jing lived in one with Ma Xianglin and Bai Yu, and Qin Liangyu lived in one room with his daughter and prospective daughter-in-law.

It was very comfortable to walk with Li Jing, all kinds of stir-fried hot pot, and good wine, Qin Liangyu drank a little wine comfortably, reprimanding Ma Xianglin and his two daughters. During this time, these piglets were really crazy, and if they didn't care about it, they would be completely wild, but fortunately they didn't find out that Ma Xianglin had embezzled military salaries and invested in cloth speculation. Several people breathed a sigh of relief.

That night, not long after dark, we passed the Tianjin Acropolis with a smooth wind and a gentle wind, where the banks of the Haihe River were densely covered with trees and a lot of high ground. Everyone is eating Chongqing hot pot in full swing. Ma Xianglin is coaxing the old lady to be happy. Suddenly, there was a cannon shot, and a pound shell from a light Furlong cannon accurately hit the three-millimeter steel armored outer compartment on the side of the ironclad ship.

Although it did not break through, but an iron ball stuck where, the inner wall was dented, and the people who were eating hot pot were startled, and then the pilot boat in front of it hit a barrage iron cable with a bang, and then crossed over, shouting outside, drop anchor, stop the boat. There was chaos, and then there was the sound of gunshots like bursting beans, and the armor of the outer shed crackled with lead. In addition to the five ironclad ships, there is also a wooden boat piloted by the Haihe River, which is the pilot of Tianjin Weishui Bank, and three cao boats loaded with grain and grass behind it. There were screams from the wooden boat, apparently someone had been shot.

Li Jing's face was blue for a while, this is a fucking baggage boat of officers and soldiers, hanging the military flag of Nanao Town, and they dare to attack blatantly, since you can't afford to lose, just play yin, bombard Lao Tzu, it's good that you do the first year of junior high school, don't blame the master for being fifteen.