Since Wayne was standing in the carriage, half a body taller than everyone in the audience, Wayne could be seen by the outermost people. They heard every word Wayne had just said, and it went through their heads.

"It's your interests that have been violated, it's you who want to get back what belongs to you. I'm giving you a chance now, but you have to pay the price. But you remember, I can not give a chance. I'm going to have to raise all the money in five days, or you'll be overtaxed. ”

Every merchant here often deals with money, and they know how many gold coins are in their bags by weighing them. Now they can immediately figure out such a simple math problem, whether it is better to raise war money for Wayne, or whether it is cheaper to be charged a few layers of extra taxes.

The answer is undoubtedly that as long as there is victory, there is only one war money. The tax ghost knows when it will be received.

Wayne looked at everyone carefully, and the faces of the merchants spoke for themselves. The next war money shouldn't be too much of a problem.

But he didn't believe that the event was organized without premeditation, and he needed to find the mastermind.

The sun shone on the side of each person's face, half of each person was even shrouded in sunlight, and the other half was in the shadows. The long shadows behind him were superimposed.

Thirty years later, a well-known painter painted the oil painting "The Birth of Capital" based on the parties.

"May I ask how Emperor Wayne organized you at that time?"

The Nolan Times reporter is interviewing a billionaire with tens of millions of gold coins.

This is a rich man who is more than seventy years old, and he struggles to recall the scene at that time, and said slowly.

"At that time, we didn't think there was any huge benefit in the protest, we just felt that we had been wronged and needed someone to help me out. ”

The reporter was obviously a little dissatisfied, and there was no hint of a flash in this answer. But I finally made an appointment for time, but I was still unwilling.

"Did Emperor Wayne's speech at that time excite you and make you feel the dawn of a new era?"

The brain, which is already unbearable to think, is like a rusty machine. Now the machine is going to get the rusty gears in motion.

"No, we thought he had a point. And it seems to be more cost-effective. ”

Later, the reporter still had to find out the breaking point, but the old man's real but uninteresting answer made the reporter quite dissatisfied.

The deeds of the predecessors are constantly mythologized by later generations, but at that time it may have been an ordinary trivial matter, and the mission and glory did not exist. Driven only by naked interests and desires. But later generations needed myths, and they didn't believe that such a significant thing was so natural and ordinary at the time.

Wayne could see a clue, but wasn't sure. For the first time, he dared to say no to the traditional forces and was dissatisfied with the world. But it's still weak, they can't point to politics yet, they're not yet recognized.

To Wayne's surprise, Wayne caught the mastermind behind the scenes on the spot.

The thin face and tall body seem to be made of a few matches, and they will fall when the wind blows. The eyes are still a little dodgy, this person survived in the mall, it is a miracle. How can such a campaign be organized.

Wayne took the bullhorn and asked the merchants who had called them.

Everyone spoke at that time, and the young man took the initiative to stand up. Say it in an extremely weak voice.

"It's me. ”

Wayne looked at it, and said playfully.

"Do you know that there are consequences for you to do this?"

"Beheaded. ”

The voice was extremely weak, but it still penetrated into Wayne's eardrums. I could feel that this person was not afraid in the slightest.

"Why?"

"You fight, I pay for it, it's not happy. ”

Ordinary people don't dare to call Wayne you! Even his peers have to call him Master Wayne!

Wayne's eyes were fixed on the carriage, his head bowed, and his hands hung down on the young man. Normally, under Wayne's pressure, ordinary people are nervous, but this young person is different, and Wayne can feel that this person has no trace of fear.

"Interesting, interesting. ”

Follow me. Wayne jumped out of the carriage and said to the crowd as he walked into the Lord's Mansion.

"It's all gone, it's gone. ”

Wayne pulled out the coffee and tea that he often entertained.

The young man closed his legs, lowered his head slightly, and tasted the coffee and tea very carefully. It doesn't feel that this person is not drinking tea, but that he is afraid that his actions will dissatisfy the tea. Every move seems restrained, careful, cramped.

"Why are you not upset with that group of nobles, so you came to me, do you think I am a bully. ”

Unexpectedly, the man replied bluntly.

"Yes. ”

"What's the name?"

"Fran. ”

"Fran, I have a vision of a concentration of merchants. It is to form an organization in which all the famous merchants are included. That way I'll be able to collect the money, you know?"

Wayne gestured with his hands, though he didn't know what it was for, perhaps infected by Fran's nervousness.

Fran stared at the floating tea leaves on the coffee, in a daze, as if he hadn't heard Wayne say. From time to time, the tea leaves swirled, went straight, and collided.

Finally, Fran said lightly.

"You're not afraid?"

"Afraid of a bird, no matter how the merchants are together, they don't have guns, they don't get the approval of the citizens. What else is there besides a few dollars, besides, Lao Tzu also has money. ”

Fran was a genius, and generally only heard of geniuses in mathematics, physics, and art. Rarely said, business, political genius. Because these two test a person's experience and understanding of human nature. These two are not innate. Even for a person with a certain height of Wayne, it is difficult to master.

But Fran has a natural sense of human nature, interests. He was born with a sense of what human nature is and where the interests are. But he couldn't explain to others this unspeakable thing. He can only master this wonderful ability, which cannot be imparted.

But he seemed to have met an opponent, and his conversation with Wayne was the easiest he had ever spoken. Wayne could easily understand what he meant, he didn't have to go through a lot of explanations, and Wayne could guide him to think. It was extremely comfortable for him.

"But I'm worried about how someone like you who doesn't like to talk can organize this group of greedy businessmen. ”

Fran points out the best thing about herself and Wayne.

"I have money. ”

Wayne suddenly wanted to vomit blood, and he was dazzled. Grass, it turns out that he is so underwhelmed, no wonder that group of nobles want to fix themselves.

Businessmen instinctively obey richer businessmen, and the richer a businessman is, the more vicious his vision is and the more precise his investment is.

But that wasn't enough reason for him to establish a chamber of commerce.

"You're not enough to organize, I need another reason. ”

Fran gave a reason why Wayne wanted to vomit blood again.

"I've got you. ”