Before dawn, the trumpet on the dock shouted, and the neat voice had a strong Jiaxing flavor, with mental excitement and physical fatigue, repeated over and over again, Huang Xuan couldn't sleep, touched his face and climbed up.

Jiang Yisheng had already woken up, and was chatting with the shopkeeper outside the door at the moment, Huang Xuan glanced at it indifferently and washed up.

Shopkeeper Zhu came over in a carriage very early, although it has been the sixteenth year of the Republic of China, but the car has no taste to be popularized in ordinary life, let alone a small shop like Shopkeeper Zhu. Of course, for him, he didn't have the energy to think about such unrealistic problems, which were his own family that he couldn't beat, and Mr. ****** didn't think much about it.

This morning, the price of grain rose by 10 percent, this is the anxious life of the shopkeeper Zhu, the major grain stores are facing the danger of running out of grain, and it is rumored that the government will also introduce measures to limit prices, in order to strive for the maximum profit, the shopkeeper Zhu rushed over early in the morning.

Huang Xuan drank a lot of water, stretched his waist and walked out of the gatehouse, and said to the shopkeeper Zhu who had just gotten off the carriage: "The shopkeeper is in a hurry, I have already transported some wheat from home, let's go over and have a look now?" ”

"I don't know what Boss Huang's house is?" The shopkeeper Zhu immediately bowed his hand to show respect, but the two men behind him looked dumbfounded, they were guarding the door of the warehouse before dawn, waiting for the possible fleet to arrive, now it is good, hundreds of stones of grain were quietly transported into the warehouse, there was no porter, no sampan, not even a grain of wheat sown in front of the warehouse door. The two of them, you look at me, I look at you, shrunk their heads and followed behind their shopkeepers, and it was not their turn to speak at the moment, so they had to hold back the doubts in their hearts.

Huang Xuan walked with his hands in front of him, his whole face was full of indifference, as if he was a rich boy who went out to travel, in modern film terminology, this seems to be called a true color performance.

Shopkeeper Zhu humbly took half a step behind, hugged his long coat, took two steps and suddenly said, "I don't know how much wheat has been transported?" ”

The shopkeeper seemed to like the word "I don't know", but Huang Xuan didn't answer his question, how much wheat is completely up to Lorraine, he pointed to the warehouse, and said, "Let's take a look first." ”

The shopkeeper took Huang Xuan's casual answer to heart, and secretly estimated that he seemed to be another noble son who was going to pay for tuition. Thinking about it like this, he also had a plan.

Modern seed grains are all excellent varieties cultivated in greenhouses and even greenhouses, with full grains and bright appearance, compared to their children and grandchildren, the price of these seeds is fully 5 times higher, and several guys look straight in their eyes, and secretly estimate in their hearts that these wheat are better than the rice in the warehouse.

Zhu shopkeeper is well-informed, although Jiaxing does not grow wheat, but he still sees at a glance that these are seed grains, and such a good seed grain, the price is much higher than ordinary grain, as for the way, he glanced at Huang Xuan, who was playing with wheat grains, he was not interested in exploring it, it was the owner's business.

"I don't know the price?" Shopkeeper Zhu looked at Huang Xuan with blank eyes, a little impatient, but he still looked calm on the surface.

"Seventy percent of the market price." Huang Xuan raised a finger and said, "Give you a day to prepare the silver money, I will only accept the silver dollar, and don't want anything else." ”

At this time, ****** Jiang Daguan had not yet had time to carry out the fiat currency reform, however, the merchants did prefer to collect hard currency such as silver dollars for various purposes, but raising thousands of yuan a day seemed to be more difficult for the diagonal bridge rice shop.

Huang Xuan didn't see Shopkeeper Zhu's thoughts, he just wanted to get the grain out quickly, and without waiting for Shopkeeper Zhu to speak, he said again: "If the shopkeeper is troublesome, you can lend me two warehouses first, and the rent will be calculated together?" ”

"That's fine." The other party agreed, in the past two months, the grain has been sold more, the harvest is less, and the warehouse is mostly empty, he looked at Huang Xuan, and then at the grain in the warehouse, gritted his teeth, and said: "You can find Xiao Liuzi in the warehouse, and I will send money over at night?" ”

"Then I'll wait for you." Huang Xuan shrugged and said casually. Shopkeeper Zhu left three guys

Just like Huang Xuan's era, the upstream controls the downstream, the downstream holds the upstream, everything depends on who has the advantage of the market, when the market is in short supply, the news that the shopkeeper Zhu got a large amount of grain flew out of the dock like a duck with four wings, and before noon, many shops sent people to the dock area to wander around, Huang Xuan pretended not to see it, but stayed in the warehouse with Jiang Yisheng to watch the guys take stock and weigh the wheat.

Lorraine put about 15 tons of wheat, all of which were packed with bags, and his methods were much simpler and cleaner than Huang Xuan's in terms of disguising the information of the times. According to the current calculation method, these are almost 250 stones, and if you count small stones, there will be more. In fact, Shanghai and other places have begun to use the imperial measurement method, but in Pengpu, the guys are still used to the old-fashioned method.

Huang Xuan had an account in his heart, and he wasn't too worried about someone playing tricks, so he just asked Jiang Yisheng to help watch it, and he walked out, he was impatient with these tedious and specific work, and wanted to take a serious look at this era in transition, and by the way, see if there was any extravagant wealth smashed in front of him and behind him.

If there is enough time, the information provided by Lorraine can bring hundreds of thousands of times the profit, but I don't know if it is because of Huang Xuan's authority or the ability of the base that Lorraine has mastered, Lorraine only promised to let him stay here for 3 days, and there is no guarantee that he can save much time when he returns home, maybe a day later, maybe three days later, so Huang Xuan does not dare to stay longer.

Looking at the information that Lorraine handed over to him, Huang Xuan was somewhat emotional. The end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century was an era of inspiration, and people who had just gone through scientific and technological progress, economic crisis, and world war had countless emotions that they wanted to express, and the results of expression were fascinated by countless collectors in later generations.

Fortunately and unfortunately, perhaps because of the explosion, there is so much information that people of the present generation are overwhelmed, and many more of them are not heeded in their lifetimes. The only painting Van Gogh sold during his lifetime was "The Red Vineyard", and it is said that someone else saw it because of his brother Theo, so when he learned that his work had been sold for 400 francs, he happily said to Theo: "Do you believe it?" My paintings, after my death, can be sold for at least 500 francs. However, to everyone's surprise, 100 years after his death, his painting "Vase with 14 Sunflowers" was auctioned for $48 million, the most expensive Western oil painting ever paid for at the time.

In 1890, Van Gogh committed suicide by drinking a bullet, and 37 years later, in 1927, $10,000 was enough to buy almost all of Van Gogh's works, and in another 70 years, the total value of these works was enough for anyone's name to enter the Forbes rich list, but unfortunately, Huang Xuan did not have enough time to collect them.

Not only Van Gogh, but the painters of this era – and perhaps the painters of the entire era – were rarely proud during their lifetimes, and the prices of their works of art naturally varied, Picasso, Malevich, Henri Rousseau, for a hundred years, the price of which increased a hundredfold in terms of money alone, and few investments could have yielded higher returns.

However, the reason why Huang Xuan sighed has nothing to do with the lives of the artists, he just regrets that he doesn't have time to go to Paris to have a look, buy a few volumes and go home, according to the current traffic conditions, even if you go to Shanghai and Beijing, it is troublesome, if not, you can also go to find Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, speaking of which, the latter seems to have only returned to China in April, which is a good time to ask for paintings.

It's all about time. Huang Xuan couldn't help but sigh again, he couldn't buy a finished product and go home, that would conflict with the existing paintings, and if he asked a painter to paint two more fresh paintings for himself, it seemed that it could not be completed in three days, and even if he wanted to collect a few paintings that had been scattered, he couldn't do it. He sighed and gave up on the tempting idea.

"I wonder why this little brother is sighing?" A person beside him suddenly spoke, startling Huang Xuan.

At this moment, just after noon, the dock workers are **** on their upper bodies, dancing with oily arms to work hard for dinner, a trumpet came from afar, Huang Xuanding calmed down, this person in front of him has a beautiful beard, dark hair, and the body is a good satin material, not old, but the temperament is really old.

"It's all the little things." Huang Xuan thought to himself, this is not a trivial matter. His heart is dripping blood, if he can traffic back a batch of masterpieces, he is afraid that he will become the richest among the three generations of the Huang family......

How could the person in front of him know Huang Xuan's thoughts, he stroked his beard in a chic manner, and said, "Little brother is surnamed Huang?" ”

"Not bad." Huang Xuan's eyes widened, "Are you?" ”

It's a pity that the same action in a 15-year-old boy can't have the power of his uncle, and the other party said with a smile: "Old man Zhou Shuming." I heard that a small boss had recently come to Luopu and was carrying a thousand stones of grain, so he came. ”

"Oh?"

"I wonder if Boss Huang can give me a nickname?" Zhou Shuming did not despise Huang Xuan's grade, in fact, in this era, there are countless warlords and politicians who make profits in troubled times, and their children and grandchildren, relatives and friends are even more eyes and ears.

Huang Xuan smiled a little stiffly, he was not used to talking about business when he was not ready, or rather, he was not used to performing business scenes without rehearsing, even so, he still glanced around the dock covertly, so as not to suddenly rush out of a group of big men.

The sound of the horn on the dock was still the same, Huang Xuan was a little amused by the plot of his movie, turned his gaze back and kept a smile and said: "It's not impossible, it's just ......"

"If it is the relationship between the diagonal bridge rice shop, the old man still has some face, and Huang Gongzi does not need to worry." Zhou Shuming's salutation was repeated three times in a row, and Huang Xuan shook his head a little funny and said: "I'm not worried about Shopkeeper Zhu, but because I have other things to do, I don't want to trouble." ”

"What would you like to tell the old man?"

Huang Xuan was a little in a state at the moment, he pondered his rhetoric, and said: "My father loves Chinese culture, and I heard that in recent years, there have been many scattered books in Jiaxing, which is particularly sad. ”

His words were true or false, with a sense of pride that he had cultivated since childhood, which made Zhou Shuming suspicious, and he couldn't guess Huang Xuan's identity.