The crew naturally does not need to worry about the goods carried by themselves, and his main responsibility is to watch the workers and porters send the goods down, classify them, and place them properly at the lowest level.

On the dock, Qian Lun was chatting energetically with the shopkeeper of the warehouse who sent raw silk, when he saw Fu Chun get off the boat and go to the dock.

"Owner!" Qian Lun hurriedly got up and said hello.

"Hmm!" Fu Chun nodded, looked around, and watched the delivery porters carrying heavy burdens and trembling onto the planks connecting the ships at the dock.

"Why didn't you see Xiucai?" Fu Chun asked casually.

"Xiucai is in the cabin, it's enough for me to keep an eye on this dock, and let Xiucai be responsible for the placement of the goods." Qian Lundao.

Regarding Qian Lun's answer, Fu Chun couldn't find anything wrong, so he could only nod and go back to the boat.

"Isn't there a problem, Money-De-Rich?" The innkeeper asked in a low voice.

"What could be the problem?" Qian Lun said disdainfully: "The price of the goods is a little higher than the market price, although the quality is inferior, but it is also a good silk, and what can be seen in the show?" ”

"Is he really a showman?" The innkeeper asked curiously.

"It seems to be true, he escaped from prison with Mao 18." Qian Lundao.

"It's so interesting, the dignified and talented man has also done the business on the cusp of the waves." He sighed.

"Don't talk about what you have and don't have, when will my money be given to me?" Qian Lun said impatiently.

The shopkeeper of the warehouse: "Don't worry, we have dealt with each other so many times, don't you still worry about me?" I'll have someone bring it to you when I turn around. ”

Qian Lun: "Don't, let's send it to my hometown and keep it for my yellow-faced woman." ”

After two days of loading all the cargo onto the ship and replenishing the freshwater food, the Fuchun set sail, sailed away from the dock, and headed down the Qiantang River towards the sea.

In a cabin on the stern floor, Ren Siqi was called here, and he saw the owner Fu Chun, the chief manager Fu Bin, and Mao Eighteen sitting there around a small table.

"How's the cargo being placed?" Fu Chun motioned for Ren Siqi to sit on the only empty seat at the table and asked. He didn't have much hope for Ren Siqi at this time, after all, Ren Siqi didn't even go to the dock, and he was responsible for storing the goods in the bottom cabin all day, how many things could he know? The reason why he called Ren Siqi to inquire was to see Ren Siqi's talent.

Mao Eighteen praised Ren Siqi as a flower, and Fu Chun didn't believe Mao Eighteen's words very much. It's not that Mao Eighteen is used to lying, but Fu Chun knows the characteristics of Mao Eighteen.

Mao 18 is a person who loves and hates clearly, if he hates someone, he will never give the other party a good face, on the contrary, if he likes someone, he can't wait to cut his head to the other party.

Fu Chun felt that he needed to understand Ren Siqi's true talent and see if he was really capable or a bombastic embroidered pillow!

When Ren Siqi heard this, he first took out two pieces of paper from his arms, handed them to Fu Chun, and then sat next to Mao Eighteen.

Fu Chun picked up the paper and looked at it, and saw that there were many squares drawn on the white paper, and Chinese characters were filled in the squares. The whole paper looks strange at first glance, but when you look closely, it is clear at a glance.

"What a showman, remember to have a good account!" Fu Chunxian didn't look at the specific content written, but was amazed.

Ren Siqi said modestly: "The owner has won the award." "The Tao in my heart is just a two-dimensional table, and future generations of elementary school students will do it, what's so strange. However, at that time, people were accustomed to the flow of accounts, and it was certainly new to see this unique way of recording.

Fu Bin and Mao Shibai poked their heads together to squeeze to see when they heard the words, Fu Bin had studied private school for several years and knew some words. Mao Eighteen Dou Da couldn't recognize a basket of characters, just to see the excitement, just look at the paper painted a lot of boxy grids, and I can't figure out what it is.

The more Fu Bin looked, the more frightened he became, on the form, the type, quantity, storage location, and quality of all the goods were clear at a glance. Take this watch and follow the map to find any goods you are looking for.

This show is talented! Before this, he actually looked down on Ren Siqi very much, what about Xiucai? It's just a matter of reading a few more books and drinking more ink, what use can it be on this ship, in the vast sea? For the sake of Mao Eighteen's face, he was speechless, but he had the mind of watching Xiucai's jokes in his heart. Now, his opinion of Ren Siqi has changed a lot, and he no longer has the psychology of contempt before.

Fu Chun didn't think about it so much, looking at the quantity and quality level of the goods on the form, and silently calculated in his heart.

"How did you get the quality of this raw silk?" Fu Chun was finally no longer silent.

"I naturally don't know the quality of the raw silk, but I invited several brothers on the ship to see, and they unanimously concluded that it was a medium grade, they were all old people on the ship, and they all carried their own goods, so they should not be mistaken." Ren Siqi said.

"Medium-grade, medium-grade, Qian Lun did a good job!" Fu Chun's hand slapped heavily on the table, and the voice burst out from deep in his throat.

Fu Bin took out an abacus out of nowhere, and there was a thunderbolt.

"Don't forget it!" Fu Chun said: "Qian Lun is greedy for at least a thousand taels of silver. ”

"ball! I'm going to get him! Mao Eighteen stood up and was about to walk out.

"Forget it!" Fu Chun stretched out his hand to stop him: "It's useless." He wouldn't have confessed without credentials. ”

"Is it so cheap that he can't do it!" A hint of cruelty appeared in Fu Bin's eyes: "Or I secretly sent someone to do him!" As he spoke, he gestured with his hand to his throat.

Listening to Fu Bin's words, Ren Siqi shuddered, this Fu Bin is a ruthless person!

"No, it's just some silver, and I can't misunderstand them for this bit of silver." Fu Chun said and pointed upward.

The reason why Fu Chun was able to dock at the Hangzhou wharf openly and carry goods to the sea for trade was because of the support of Li Qiankuan, the prefect of Hangzhou. This business can be regarded as a partnership between Li Qiankuan and Fu Chun. The two of them divided the account according to four or six, of course, Li Qiankuan accounted for six, and Fu Chun accounted for four. Li Qiankuan was in charge of the supply of goods, and Fu Chun was in charge of transporting goods to the sea for trade. The two of them invested two silver taels according to the shares, and shared the profits in proportion. And Qian Lun was the person sent to the ship by Li Qiankuan, so although he knew that Qian Lun was corrupt, Fu Chun had nothing to do with him.

Seeing that Fu Chun didn't agree to deal with Qian Lun, Fu Bin had no choice but to respond, but the anger in his heart was held in his heart and could not be released. Fu Chun is old and can't go out to sea a few times, and this business will fall into Fu Bin's hands sooner or later, so in Fu Bin's opinion, what Qian Lun embezzled was his own silver.

"Don't talk about it." Fu Chun instructed Ren Siqi.

"Don't worry, I must rot in my stomach." Ren Siqi hurriedly agreed. He had just arrived on the ship, and he couldn't see the form clearly, so of course it was better not to participate in such an internal fight.