In the blink of an eye, on Chinese New Year's Eve, just after a heavy snowfall, the snow-covered earth became more and more thick, almost every city, town, and village in the entire land of China, at night, the sound of firecrackers from time to time set off a peaceful atmosphere, a farewell to the old and welcome the new.

But, just almost! And not all. The heart of the Qing Dynasty, the capital, although it has fallen into the night, but there is no peace set off by the sound of firecrackers, let alone the joy of saying goodbye to the old and welcoming the new. Occasionally, the sound of firecrackers came from the street, but the people on the street would be frightened and hid in all directions, for fear of encountering the wolf-like Eight-Nation Alliance, robbing the silver, defiling the body, and taking the surname.

The ancient capital, after staging a psychedelic drama for that period of time, is now the turn of a tragic and tragic ending. The royal relatives and ministers who committed suicide collectively came to "sit quietly and talk about their surnames, and hug the king when they are in danger". But all the pathos is useless, Chinese history has never lacked such an irresponsible way to die, what is the value of an individual's life?

For these princes and nobles, if they lack political wisdom for the overall situation of the country, it is insignificant to use their lives as a weight in times of crisis.

In the end, after the old ladies staged a big drama in the capital, and brazenly declared war on the eleven countries like no one before or since, with the destruction of the city by the Eight-Nation Alliance, someone has to clean up this mess, and someone has to go to this hell.

Half a year, the city was broken from the Eight-Nation Alliance, the capital of the Great Qing State was no longer under the jurisdiction of the Great Qing State, the Eight-Nation Coalition Army was parading in the palace, and the sound of "click, click" military boots shook off the last bit of face of this ancient empire, and even the lining did not leave a measure, and the entire capital was occupied by the [***] team divisions.

However, in this big Sijiu City, there are two small courtyards under the jurisdiction of the Qing State Political Axe, and that was on the third day after the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 18, the Allied Forces Headquarters chartered, and those two small courtyards, one is the Xianliang Temple where Li Hongzhang lives, and the other is the Qing Prince's Mansion where Li Hongzhang participated in the peace negotiations with the Allied Army.

"It's Chinese New Year's Eve!"

The old man who had been contemplating sitting on the kang on the bed suddenly raised his head and asked, this person was Li Hongzhang, who was called "Qin Hui, the traitor Li Hongzhang", who was summoned to the capital by Cixi to clean up the mess.

"Yes, sir!"

Zhang Yi, who was on the side, complied.

"Outside, how can you not hear the cannon...... Ay! ”

Before the words were finished, Li Hongzhang let out a long breath, calmed down, supported himself, and got up.

"My lord, it's cold outside, don't ......"

Before Zhang Yi finished speaking, Li Hongzhang, who had already gotten out of bed, pushed the door in his clothes and walked out, and Zhang Yi was busy following.

He staggered to the courtyard, looking at the night of the black hole, the strange silence on the night of Chinese New Year's Eve, which made Li Hongzhang feel extremely painful in his heart.

As soon as Li Hongzhang, who had been serving the spirit of "measuring China's material resources and forming a friendship with the country" for several months, entered Beijing, the first thing that caught his eye was the tragic scene after the catastrophe of the Eight-Nation Alliance: "The capital is ravaged, and no one is exempt except for the palace." ”

The Eight-Nation Coalition not only razed an ancient civilization capital to a "wilderness", but also divided the area in Yanjing City, occupied it in sections, and carried out direct military colonial rule.

The countries only recognized the residence of the two all-extreme ministers, Yi Liang and Li Hongzhang, as Chinese places, and the rest of the places were regarded as "foreign territories". In fact, even Yi Li and Li Hongzhang, as China's plenipotentiary ministers, have escaped the control of foreign force! Yixuan's residence is guarded by soldiers with guns, and the gate of Xianliang Temple where he stays is guarded by Russian soldiers.

As foreigners say that Yi Li is "like a prisoner", as for himself "he is actually a captive who is treated with courtesy". Thinking about the ugliness of the great powers like wolves when they negotiated the amount of reparations with the great powers today, and then looked up at the starry sky, Li Hongzhang couldn't help but let out a long sigh again.

"On this day...... I'm afraid it's going to change! ”

As he spoke, he staggered forward almost step by step, and only an old man walked with difficulty on the snow reflected in the light of the room.

In the north, what is going on in the north does not matter to Chen Moran who is sitting in front of the table facing north, no matter what is going on there, what is happening, it has nothing to do with him, to be precise, in his opinion, those things that have happened are powerless and impossible for him to change, for him, the most important problem now is the problem at hand.

Reichsmark, French franc, ruble, dollar......

Chen Moran, who was lying on the table, carefully studied the currencies of various countries in denomination, compared with the legal tender of these powerful countries, the market of silver dollar bills and silver bills was too narrow, and the circulation was limited, and if you wanted to make a lot of money, you could only use your brains from foreign banknotes.

This is the conclusion reached by Chen Moran after a little research in the past few days.

"This ......"

Double-check the dollar in hand if it's not a banknote from Citibank. Chen Moran, who has long been accustomed to the anti-counterfeiting of the dollar in later generations, almost thought that he was holding a counterfeit banknote.

Even the 100-dollar dollar bills did not have the watermarks used on European-style banknotes, nor did they use two-tone man-made fibers on marks and francs, and to a certain extent, they were even simpler than the silver dollar bills of the Sino-Russian Daosheng Bank that he had printed before.

"Dollars!"

Chen Moran kept looking at the dollar banknotes in his hand, compared with the European banknotes with complex paper patterns, the dollar is quite simple, only the front needs gravure, the back is lithographic offset printing, and the color of the dollar is single, which means that he only needs to use a cylinder, and even the work of making plates on the back can be saved.

"The remaining rolling holes are enough to print six versions of 1, 5, 10, 20, 50, and 100 yuan!"

Chen Moran, who was like discovering the New World, whispered to himself, of course if he wanted to do this, provided that he was willing.

"I'm going to exchange dollars tomorrow!"

Looking at the dollars on the table, Chen Moran muttered with almost golden light in his eyes.

The reason why the dollar is exchanged is to use the software to calculate the law of the issuance of the US dollar serial number, this software was originally designed by a software company in the name of mathematical research at the beginning of 300,000 yuan, and the reason why these preparations were painstakingly made is to avoid the tragedy of DF, ordinary banknote makers never care about the number, how many people end up falling on this inconspicuous number, although the single printing number is labor-intensive and time-consuming, but it can make counterfeit banknotes more perfect, more irregular to find, so as to avoid being hit by special attacks.

In this era, the numbering rules of estimation have become important, because these counterfeit coins are not intended to be taken to the market to deceive people, and if Chen Moran is a fake currency, just like the silver dollar coupons he printed before, it can even be directly deposited in the bank.

"Deposit counterfeit notes directly in the bank!"

Thinking of Chen Moran's face, he smiled, and without closing his eyes, he fantasized about the scene where the mountains of dollar bills were printed from his factory, and then loaded in the car and sent to the bank to be deposited directly.

"Maybe ......"

Looking up at the machine in the building outside the container, and looking at the beam above the machine.

"I should hang a sign there when I turn around, huh...... U.S. Federal Reserve Bank Shanghai Banknote Printing Plant! ”

Lying on the bed, covered with a thick new quilt, looking at Fang Liang Lin Yuqing felt that Zhou's body was really sweating warmly, and twisted his arm in the quilt, and the feeling of twisting pain made him frown.

"It's like a dream!"

Although it has been four days, until now, Lin Yuqing still feels that all this seems to be like a dream, four days ago, he was still waiting on the street hungry and cold, but now he is really a good Samaritan who bought him to his house.

And what he didn't expect the most was that the young master actually brought Xiaoliu and the four of them back together, although the house was not big, the four beds that were on the shelf were squeezed a little, but the new bed, the new legs, and the new quilt were like a new home, a new home.

This is your home!

"But no, Brother Qing'er, you said that in the last life, we burned high incense!"

Xiao Liu on the side moved his body and answered.

"Huh?"

"You see, since the young master brought us home, it's been four days now, four days and five nights, I have eaten fourteen meals, not to mention the white rice, one person also has a bowl of cabbage roast meat, this New Year, chicken, duck, fish, meat are all ready, not to mention, young master, give us a piece of foreign money for the New Year's money, not the last life burned high incense, a quasi, we are dreaming!"

"Ouch!"

As soon as Xiao Liu's voice fell, there was a sound of pain in the quilt next to his head.

The keyhole that came out of the quilt, grinning and looking at the sixth brother and the green brother who turned his head to look at him, first smiled, and then stretched out his arm, and there was a piece of blue on his arm.

"Brother Liuzi, dream...... It doesn't hurt! ”

"You're thirteen o'clock, that's what you screwed!"

"Hehe, Brother Liuzi, I'm afraid that I really responded to Brother Qing'er's words, this is really a dream! I'm afraid I'll wake up from a dream, open my eyes, and go back to the shack! ”

Rubbing the bruises on his arms, Keyhole's face was full of seriousness.

"Brother Liuzi, why do you say that the young master is so good to us!"

"You're touching good Samaritans! The third master is a good person, and the young master must also be a good person! Good people are good to people, what is the reason! Let's remember it. ”

Listening to the sound coming from the door, Lin Yuqing glanced at it, the quilt on the bed moved, and the man turned his back to him. He knew that the two brothers and sisters of the Zhu family brought back by the third master on the bed were telling the truth, the young master was a good person, otherwise he would not have brought everyone here, he just had to remember the young master's kindness.