Liu Wenshan greeted Chen Xin to the hall.

He looked at the merchant.

Chen Xin has taken the lead in saying: "Mr. Liu's book is shocking to the world, but for us and other cheap businessmen, it is really a rain and dew, Mr. Liu, please be contemptible again." ”

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

In this regard, Liu Wenshan's heart is quite comforted, in the school and the temple, he has been greatly controversial, but he never expected it...... There are still people who appreciate the Wealth of Nations theory so much.

Liu Wenshan said modestly: "Thank you for your love, what you are doing is silk trading?" ”

"Exactly." Chen Xin nodded and said: "It's just a small business, there are a lot of silk merchants in this capital, and I am really ashamed to be at the bottom of the list." ”

Liu Wenshan wrote the Wealth of Nations, and for the past year, he has been studying the economy and the way of commodity exchange, so he has a great interest in this silk merchant.

He stared at Chen Xin and saw that he looked ashamed.

However, Chen Xin is indeed not a wealthy businessman, especially in the silk industry.

Liu Wenshan said: "Business and reading are different, people who read more books may be easier to get on the gold list." The way of doing business, pay attention to the amount of capital, and the size of the scale, but not people are born to operate, can strive for the top, so there is no need to be ashamed, as long as you can keep yourself, honest management, you can look up to the world, worthy of the heart. ”

It's okay not to say this, but when he said it, Chen Xin was ashamed: "It's even more ashamed, sir, although the contemptible capital is not thick, but the trading profit is limited, but it is also because the contemptible people don't know it, just say that a few days ago, the contemptible people dyed a batch of silk, but they ...... The color of this silk is really unpleasant, and as a result, no one cares about it so far, compared with the current hot color, it ......"

"Do you still have it in your hands?" 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 small transparency under the square gate, but sometimes, he will also follow suit, and unconsciously learn from his mentor Fang Jifan's back hand, looking like Lao Tzu may kill you if he is in a bad mood.

He looked up at the beams of the house, and suddenly said: "There is a hoarding of goods, which means that the market cannot accommodate your goods, but have you ever thought that the market itself is infinite." ”

"What?" Chen Xin was stunned for a moment, not quite understanding the meaning of Liu Wenshan's words.

Liu Wenshan smiled and said, "No, maybe I just said something." I mean, for you, there must have been a certain channel for your goods before, but the channel for your goods to be shipped has not been recognized by this market, but...... The market is not just a channel for sticking to the foot, you can look beyond the horizon and try your best to open up the market. ”

"Market development ......"

Chen Xin still didn't understand.

Expand the market......

Liu Wenshan said: "In my theory of the wealth of the nation, I once stated that one day, once the goods are in short supply to oversupply, then it will become necessary to open up the market. ”

"But...... How to open up the market? Chen Xin was stunned. He had heard 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 commercial goods, at the moment, is more limited to the transaction of acquaintances, I am not wrong." ”

Chen Xin nodded.

Acquaintance trade is indeed the mainstream of the moment: "Generations of contemptible people in Jingying have purchased goods from some silk merchants who are familiar with Jiangnan, and then sent them to Beijing, and the fathers and ancestors of the family are virtuous, and many shops in Jingshi have always cooperated ......"

Liu Wenshan said: "It is precisely because of this that these silk shops are your channels, but have you ever thought that your goods, maybe in Beijing, are not popular, but they may not be able to bloom inside the wall and fragrance outside the wall?" ”

"This ......"

"You can try it 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 trading.

However, he smiled, in fact...... Sometimes, he only observes the behavior of the economy and trade, but stands on an objective standpoint, sees more clearly and further.

He said, "My master has been planning to build a trading market in the new city for the past few days, and you can try your luck there. ”

Marketplace ......

Isn't that ...... Fair?

Chen Xin was a little confused.

Running to the market to sell silk?

But...... Our Chen family doesn't sell bulk goods.

After talking with Liu Wenshan for some time, although Chen Xin seemed a little suspicious of the trading market, he ...... is full of admiration for Liu Wenshan's conversation.

Chen Xin frowned and hesitated.

…………

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

Emperor Hongzhi looked at the report with a hesitant expression.

"Zhenguo Mansion, what are you going to toss again?" Emperor Hongzhi glanced up at Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing's expression was a little complicated: "......"

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Speak." ”

Xiao Jing: "......"

Xiao Jing held back for a long time, and finally said, "The slave doesn't understand." ”

Emperor Hongzhi looked down and looked at the words "market" written on it.

The market, he understands; Trade, he also understands.

But what the hell is this?

Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but say: "Factory guards are so careless? ”

Xiao Jing shuddered.

I said in my heart, what can we say, the surname Fang, every once in a while to make new words come out, God knows what this thing is doing, he said it's called the trading market, that's the trading market, but what kind of transaction, what kind of market law, if we know...... Are we still eunuchs?

Of course, these words could only be complained in his heart, Xiao Jing bowed and said with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, slave maid...... Ten thousand deaths! ”

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "But...... You really don't understand anything. In the Wealth of Nations, it has long been doomed, traders, barterers, marketers, and markets. This is an old saying, these four words together, is the place of exchange of goods, want to come...... It is because there is no East Market and West Market in the new city, so it is not easy to barter, and this trading market is probably the same as the West Market and the East Market. ”

"Your Majesty is really wise." Xiao Jing gave a thumbs up.

Emperor Hongzhi bowed his head: "You have to read more, this Fang Jifan is going to open a market again, in fact...... It's not a big deal. ”

"Yes, yes." Xiao Jing nodded repeatedly.

As Emperor Hongzhi spoke, he continued to read the report, which also had information about what happened in Dingxing County.

While watching, Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help frowning, and said: "The Zhenguo Mansion once hoarded land on a large scale in Dingxing County? And this Liu Jin...... Actually extorting money from the people? ”

"This ......" Xiao Jing said lightly: "This, the slave maid doesn't know, it's just reported from Dingxing County, or else, the slave maid will ask?"

Emperor Hongzhi said lightly: "Liu Jin is also a loyal and righteous person, so it's not like this." ”

He said, but didn't go any further.

Xiao Jing's eyes looked a little disappointed.

…………

Dingxing County.

The eunuchs of the town guarded the line.

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

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

In the depths of this dimly lit lobby, a man is behind a case, hidden in the shadows.

The scribe couldn't see the other party's face, but when he came in, he was already in the body.

He knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his teeth chattering, and stumbled: "I've seen my godfather...... Godfather...... I found out, these days, there are some people in brocade clothes, dressed as merchants, ...... everywhere Collecting evidence everywhere......"

The man in the shadow seemed to be calm and relaxed, and on the desk was a slice of cut melon.

The man took the melon, lowered his head and nibbled on it, gnawing very seriously......

The scribe was even more frightened, his soul scattered, his throat seemed to be blocked, and he continued: "They...... They're asking about your godfather...... Godfather...... They...... 'M afraid...... I'm just afraid ......"

In that shadow, the face of the scribe's godfather was still invisible, and behind this shadow, there was only the rustle of clicking, clicking, and gnawing melons.

"My son thinks that someone in the palace wants to target you...... They should be fabricating evidence by doing this......"

A slice of melon is eaten, and another slice is made.

And the person who sits firmly behind the shadows is still very determined.

"Godfather, not only that, but they also inquired about the previous land hoarding...... Seem...... Seem...... This matter also involves some Fang Duwei......"

Click......

This time the click is extraordinarily different.

When he said this, the scribe was shocked.

Then, kowtowing like pounding garlic: "It's the son who deserves to die, it's the son who deserves to die, the son ...... The son didn't even notice it in advance, and it actually gave people a chance, and the son died......"

Boom...... Boom...... Boom......

His forehead slammed against the ground, as if it didn't hurt at all, and blood had already knocked out of his forehead, and the red blood flowed down his forehead, dripping on the green bricks.

"Son...... Sin deserves death! The scribe's voice was terrified.

The man who eats the melon, although he did not say a word, made him feel even more frightened, his teeth trembled, and his body trembled like chaff.

Smack......

A melon peel flew out of the darkness.

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

The person in the shadows finally stood up slowly, and suddenly roared in a thick baritone: "Xiao Jing, your uncle, you just want to fix us, you still want to check our grandfather!" ”

The scribe buried his head fiercely, his five bodies fell to the ground, and the placket behind him was soaked with cold sweat.

The slanting sun fell in and shone on the face in the shadows, Liu Jin's face was hideous, and his eyes were bloodshot!

…………

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