"Of course, the quality of our East Coast cloth is impeccable." Xu Xin smiled reservedly.

"So, what about these 5,000 cotton cloths at the moment? Is it for sale now? Julian asked.

"Of course not! Wait for the next batch of more than 20,000 cotton cloths to arrive, and then sell them together. Xu Xin said resolutely, "Compared to the huge market, the impact of a few thousand pieces of cloth is really limited, and the big producers of those textile guilds can still cope with the past, and it will make them wary." When the next batch of cotton cloth arrives, we will open a lot of dumping to make a deep impression on the big producers. You can contact a reliable wholesale merchant in advance to avoid finding a buyer for a while, and of course, this process should be kept confidential. ”

"I'll pay attention, that old fellow Ludwig seems to have smelled something wrong lately, and is asking for news all over the world."

"Who is Ludwig?"

"The largest loan shark merchant in the region, involved in a variety of industries such as spice trading, shipbuilding, textiles, etc. An out-and-out villain! Damn Jews! Julian gritted his teeth.

"Our enemy?" Xu Xin asked.

"Yes, the worst enemy." "In addition to having an estate in Bordeaux, this old guy has a lot of money in Marseille and Lyon, so he's a tough guy. ”

"Don't worry, Julian." Xu Xin comforted, "In the face of our superior cost advantage, any conspiracy can only be a joke, and this time we will let him plant a big heel." ”

"That couldn't be better." Julian smiled and said, "I wish I could see that old fellow's stunned and frustrated face right now, it's exciting to think about, hahaha." ”

"Does this guy have a cotton shop in the city?" Xu Xin asked suddenly.

"Of course, what, Xu, are you interested in visiting?"

"I'm interested, and I want to get to know our opponents better before the 'war' begins."

"Okay, Xu, since you want to go, go ahead. Michelle, you can go with Xu to the goddamn Jew's shop in a moment, and I'm not going to go, I hate to see that guy and everything about him. Julian casually instructed Michelle, the servant behind him.

Michelle bowed slightly: "As you wish." ”

After lunch, a light rain fell in the sky, but this did not stop Xu Xin and Sun Bo from being interested. Michelle led the way, and two well-dressed attendants followed Xu Xin and the others ready to serve, and the group of five walked the potholed streets with difficulty towards the shop of the Jew Ludwig.

Xu Xin and Sun Bo each wore a well-cut black tunic and black trousers, comfortable and shiny black pointed scalp shoes on their feet, a double-headed eagle and a yin-yang fish badge pinned to their left chest, and held an oilcloth umbrella, while walking and looking at the scenery on the street. Of course, they are also the scenery in the eyes of others.

In the 17th century, Bordeaux had a cramped and narrow atmosphere, and the streets were not wide enough, and if the doors of the houses on both sides were opened at the same time, it was estimated that half of the street could be blocked. The roads are mostly unhardened dirt roads, and it is surprising to see some gravel and stone roads that are also badly worn and full of dilapidated atmosphere, which is not in keeping with this thriving commercial port city, but rather similar to the feudal feudal lord towns of France.

To Xu Xin's doubts, Michel gave the standard answer: it's all the fault of the damned Jewish businessmen! They made a fortune and were stingy with even one sue to renovate the municipal works.

Xu Xin nodded thoughtfully, this is a useful information, Jews are not popular in the region.

The streets were littered with garbage and animal droppings, which was quite unaccustomed to the neat and clean streets of the Eastern Republic, and they had to work very hard to find a clean road to walk on the streets. But it's not easy, and the streets that have rained are flooded with sewage, and it's almost impossible to find a place to put your feet.

On top of that, you have to be on the lookout for sewage dumping from buildings on both sides of the road from time to time. Once you've been hit, congratulations, it's time to go back and change your clothes. What's even more frustrating is that you can't complain about anything, because that's what everyone does. This is Bordeaux in this era, this is France in this era, this is Europe in this era!

Looking at Michelle, who was walking peacefully in front of him in riding boots, Xu Xin sighed resignedly, he shouldn't have gone out in leather shoes today!

From time to time, there were some homeless people on both sides of the road, these people described as withered, with a foul smell on their bodies, and behind their dirty faces were a pair of eyes that had been tortured by life and lost their lustre. According to Michelle, these people were either craftsmen whose businesses had gone bankrupt, or tenant farmers who had fled from the countryside and were exploited by the lord and the church, or they were not the eldest sons of a farmer's family who had no inheritance rights and were kicked out of the house by their brother after the death of their father.

"In Bordeaux, you might be able to meet a lady every now and then who is very kind, and if you are lucky, you will be able to get a piece of moldy black bread to feed your stomach. If it were in the country or some other small place, then everything would be worse, and they would either be reduced to slavery, toiling day and night for their masters; Either starve to death, die in obscurity one night or morning, corpses accompanied by dew; They don't even qualify to be robbers. Michelle shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are poor people everywhere, and not all of God's people are happy." ”

"So leave them to their own devices? Why don't you organize them to reclaim wasteland? After the words were asked, Sun Bo felt that he was stupid, and he could ask such a stupid question.

Sure enough, Michel sighed, turned around and said: "Gascogne has a population of one million, and France has a population of more than eighteen million, and this country can't support more people." Maybe going to Quebec is a good idea, but not everyone has the courage to go to that inhospitable place to fight the barbarians and English pirates. There are a hundred people who go, and maybe none of them are rich, so it is better to stay in the country and try their luck, and maybe one day the king or some nobleman will conscript them into the army? It's all for sure. ”

"The king will conscript these men into the army?" Sun Bo asked in amazement.

"Of course, why not?" Michelle gave the East Coaster a strange look, "They are a very cheap source of soldiers, and they are quite obedient, and no one will refuse to hire them." In fact, not only the kings and nobles would have taken a fancy to them, but also the church. Some time ago, a Jesuit priest wrote back from Quebec, asking for the recruitment of God's people from the civilized world to grow wheat there. See, they're not useless. Moreover, I have heard that the Jesuit clergy also suggested that the upper echelons of the church and immigration companies give indigenous women as wives to every man from the civilized world who arrives in Quebec. When young girls go there, they even give out large dowries, and if they have enough children, then she can get an additional reward. Speaking of which, it's a good way out. ”

"Perhaps." Sun Bo sighed. This world is so cruel, and in the 21st century, human beings have covered up all exploitation and oppression under the cloak of "freedom" and "fairness", and people at this time have put everything naked on the table. At any time, money is respected, strength is respected, humanity, conscience, justice, mercy, etc. are all luxuries that are not needed.

Xu Xin looked at these homeless people, but he was thinking in his heart that maybe in a few months, the number of homeless people on the streets here would increase several times or even dozens of times. When the time comes, it will be difficult for the bankrupt craftsmen to make ends meet, and many will inevitably be displaced. Single young men are good to say, they are too big to grit their teeth to become sailors or go to Quebec to earn a living; But the craftsmen who dragged their families were in trouble, and perhaps this winter was destined to be a winter for them that they would never forget. No! Perhaps their lives will end in this cruel winter.

Xu Xin sighed a few times secretly, and silently recited Amitabha Buddha in his heart. None of this is something I want to do, it's a last resort. If I don't kill people, people will kill me, this world is so cruel, presumably the Bodhisattva will also forgive himself.

Several people continued walking, and after a while, the shop of the Jew Ludwig arrived.

Xu Xin walked into the store and looked around casually. To be honest, this storefront is not large, and the two-entry house with a mixed brick and wood structure is used as a storefront, and the front one is used as a storefront, and the back one seems to be used as a warehouse. The interior of the store is also very simple, with shelves made of cheap wood and crudely made white cotton cloth hung on the windows as curtains, which really fits the style of the Jews.

There are many kinds of goods on the shelves, but Xu Xin only focuses on cotton cloth. He observed the cotton cloth with his own rather professional eye, and many of the cloth was too rough and impermeable; Others are not strong enough, apparently because the quality of the thread is not stable enough when spinning. Purely from the point of view of quality, these cotton cloths are all unqualified defective products in the face of the new quality inspection regulations issued by the General Administration of Textile Industry, and they are absolutely not allowed to enter the market to ruin the reputation of the East Coast cloth.

The quality is so, and then look at its price. Oh hehe, Xu Xin smiled heartily, 12 Su/Pi! This is, of course, an uncompetitive price for the East Coast cloth that is about to make a big landfall. There were about a few hundred pieces of cotton cloth scattered on the shelves, and maybe there were more in the back warehouse, until a few months later, when some of the profiteers were crying.

Let you control the guild and control the market, hum, Xu Xin paced happily.

"Orientals?" An old hoarse voice suddenly sounded at the door.

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