"Woo......"

The wind swept the ground, and the grass was subdued.

The sky was overcast, and the thick clouds were like an impermeable curtain, overwhelming people's breath.

"Click!"

Sometimes.

There was a looming thunderbolt in the clouds.

Thunder roars!

The deafening roar hit the eardrums, making people temporarily deaf, like the roar of the gods, constantly echoing in the heavens and the earth.

"Quick!"

"Hurry up!"

"Set up the camera, pay attention to lightning protection, everyone is ready to be in place, if you don't shoot well this time, the next thunderstorm will be seven days later."

"Did you hear it all?"

Ye Dao was wearing a raincoat and roared loudly, and his voice could only barely be heard by the staff.

A group of staff members were busy in this weather, and various camera equipment were adjusted to aim at the target under the erected shed.

Not far behind them, in the office building of Fugui Porcelain Factory, a group of people stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at them.

in the hall.

The lighting was transparent, and several people sat on the sofa casually, as if they had not seen the staff around them.

"Manager Wen."

A reporter with a microphone in his hand asked:

"Does your factory's Lei Xiang red porcelain have to be fired in this weather?"

"Yes." Wen Lei nodded, her face was serious, and the makeup artist's superb skills covered the greenness on her face, more like an elite who had been in the mall for a long time.

She stretched out her hand and pointed to the sky, and said:

"Only natural thunder and lightning can give the glaze of Lei Hongguo a thunder pattern, and the reaction at that moment is the foundation of the glaze molding."

"It's a pity!"

"There are too few thunderstorms this year, and there are only nine times that meet the requirements, so the thunder red porcelain is only produced and approved."

"After autumn, there will be fewer thunderstorms, and the porcelain factory will hardly produce any more."

She was full of regret and a bit of pride.

At present, the reservation of Lei Xiang Hongporcelain has arrived in three months, and it is foreseeable that the later the delivery time, the later.

Book today,

Half a year later, the arrival is normal.

The funds on the account of Fang Porcelain can make the physical factories with an annual output value of hundreds of millions hot, and the profit margin can make people crazy.

"Conquering heaven and earth, no wonder Lei Xianghong porcelain is so unique."

The reporter cooperated with a compliment, then moved the microphone to look at another person, and the camera in the field also moved, asking:

"Mr. Qiao, what do you think?"

"Thunder and lightning help molding, I have lived for more than 80 years, and this is the first time I have seen this method of porcelain molding." Qiao Lao is a master in the porcelain industry, his beard has long turned white, but his voice is still full of energy, he stroked his beard lightly, and said with a smile:

"Wait for the kiln to open, you must see it with your own eyes."

"As for the ...... of Lei Walk Red Porcelain"

"I don't need to say more, looking at the current many famous porcelains in China, there are only a handful of them that can be compared with Lei Xianghong."

"Joe is too famous." Wen Lei bowed her head:

"We still have a lot to improve."

"Hey!" Qiao Lao waved his hand again and again:

"Modesty is a good thing, excessive modesty is not necessary, the quality of Lei Xianghong porcelain is obvious to all, not only I am the only one who says good."

"Yes." Wen Lei nodded:

"Taught."

"Manager Wen." The reporter shifted the microphone again and asked:

"It's inconvenient for Fang to reveal the business situation of Fang porcelain, as well as the sales of Lei Xianghong porcelain."

"This ......" Wen Lei thought for a while, and said:

"Due to the lack of production, Lei Xianghong porcelain only accepts reservations after three months, and the business situation is ......."

"I can only say that last month's turnover has exceeded 10 million, and it is inconvenient to disclose the specific amount for the time being."

"Ten million!" The reporter laughed:

"10 million is also 10 million, 90 million is also 10 million, the range of Manager Wen's painting is a bit large, but even 10 million is amazing enough."

"I remember that Fang porcelain really went to the market, less than half a year?"

Wen Lei smiled but said nothing.

"But ......" the reporter changed his tone and asked:

"As far as I know, there were more than 20 thunderstorms in Qushi last year, and a large part of them should be too small to meet the requirements."

"Doesn't that mean that the output of Lei Xianghong porcelain has not been able to increase?"

"For now." Wen Lei nodded:

"However, we are already planning a second kiln, and if it goes well, we should be able to start construction next spring."

"At that time, there will be a corresponding increase in production."

"That doesn't seem like much." The reporter frowned and said:

"Can you artificially create lightning?"

"I had this idea, but I can't do it yet." Wen Lei shook her head:

"The various reactions of natural lightning in a moment are too complex to be fully restored with current technology, so it can only be imagined."

"Doesn't that mean that the output has not been able to go up." The reporter frowned.

"Ahem...... "Qiao Lao coughed lightly:

"Low production is not necessarily a bad thing."

Wen Lei nodded slightly.

"Boom!"

As he spoke, there was a loud thunder outside, and the dazzling electric light had pierced through the darkness like day a moment before the sound sounded.

The winding and writhing thunder, under the guidance of the lightning wire, fell heavily on the top of the Fugui Porcelain Factory.

"Boom!"

It was as if the earth had suddenly shook.

"It's really ......" The reporter looked at this scene and couldn't help but be stunned:

"Spectacular!"

"The wonders of heaven and earth are beyond the power of man." Qiao Laowen came to a crepe and sighed:

"No wonder the quality of Lei Xianghong porcelain is so good, the porcelain cast with the help of the power of heaven and earth can be regarded as a gift from heaven and earth, right?"

That's a good thing to say!

Wen Lei's eyes lit up, and she was already thinking about using this sentence in the next promotion.

"Manager Wen."

The reporter came back to his senses and continued to ask:

"I've always heard that the boss of Fang Porcelain is very mysterious, and very few people have seen his true face, so I don't know if we can meet him."

"I'm sorry." Wen Lei shook her head apologetically:

"The chairman has something to do, and I'm afraid I don't have time recently."

"That's a shame."

The reporter sighed.

The boss of Fang Porcelain can be regarded as a legendary figure, and in just half a year, he has made Lei Xiang Hong porcelain into a top luxury item in porcelain.

presently

In addition to Qushi, there are also stores in Haizhou and Kyoto, and it is said that the store was bought directly, which can be called arrogant.

If you can meet each other, it will be a topic of conversation in the future.

…………

Half a month later.

"This is a promotional video taken by Mingyitai for us."

Wenchang Building.

Wen Lei handed over a tablet, on which was a three-minute video, each frame of which could be used as a desktop background.

"If you don't have any comments, it can be officially launched next month."

Fang Zheng looked at it and nodded slightly:

"Not bad!"

"No wonder you dare to offer 20 million, you do have some ability."

"Hmm." Wen Lei is also very satisfied with the quality of the video, especially herself in the video, who is neither humble nor arrogant, showing the style of fashion elites:

"Then I'll message them back."

"Let's go back." Fang Zheng waved his hand and asked casually:

"How is the company doing now?"

"Good." As soon as she heard this, Wen Lei's spirit was shocked and said:

"Last month, our sales increased by 13 percentage points to more than 32 million, but because of the ...... of consumption"

"The net profit is only more than three million."

Founder is not surprised by this.

The sales of square porcelain are a lot, but there are more places to spend money, of which publicity accounts for the majority, such as this promotional film of 20 million.

Of course.

20 million is not only the shooting of videos, but also some publicity cooperation of Tianyi Terrace and the interaction of its artists.

Coupled with the promotion fees of the major up owners, employee salaries, five insurances and one housing fund, and the consumption of fired porcelain, it is good to have a surplus.

After all, it is the early stage of entrepreneurship, and it is the time to burn money.

Most companies don't have the confidence to burn money if they want to.

"At present, there are more than 20 million yuan in the accounts of the porcelain sales company, more than 10 million yuan in the accounts of the asset management company, and more than 64 million ...... in the jade business."

Wen Lei pursed her lips, and her eyes were complicated:

"Fang Dong, you can be said to be a billionaire now."

Ordinary billionaires are afraid that there are not so many funds at their disposal, and the hundreds of millions on hand in Founder are all cash.

The value of the property has not yet been calculated.

It's only half a year.

She watched Fang Ci develop from an inconspicuous small company to such a strong capital as it is now, everything was like a dream.

Classmates, even people in the same grade, or even from the same school, I am afraid that they will not be able to achieve such results in their lifetime.

Compared with Wen Lei's amazement and incredulity, Fang Zheng was relatively calm.

There's a world behind him.

One hundred million?

If he wanted, with the channels he was currently expanding in the other world, he could even get tons of gold in a matter of days.

money

It's just a number to him.

Social status is not only about having money, but also about having the corresponding influence, otherwise it is like a child holding money in the downtown area.

Instead, it will lead to danger!

"Got it."

Closing his eyes, Fang Zheng gently waved his hand:

"Please take the door when you go out, I want to rest."

"Yes."

Wen Lei nodded and slowly retreated.

When she left, Fang Zheng slowly opened his eyes again, took out a necklace from his pocket, and looked pensive.

The necklace is from Zheng Kuo.

There was an encrypted memory card hidden inside the jade plate in the center, and now, he can finally see the contents inside, and I don't know what it will be.

*

*

*

Another world.

There was a sudden heavy snowfall last night, and this morning there was a thick layer on the ground, and the wheels pressed against it to make an orderly 'crunch' sound.

The carriage stopped at Wangjiang Tower.

Fang Zheng lifted the curtain and got out of the car, looked up at the three-story restaurant that was newly opened half a year ago, and after a little groaning, he walked into it.

"Shopkeeper Fang!"

"Young Master Fang."

“……”

Seeing him come in, several people immediately got up to greet him, and Mr. Han in the household grinned even more, revealing his yellow front teeth.

Not long since.

Fang Zheng still had to rush to give gifts to the other party, but the other party still liked to ignore it, and even the household registration that settled here was entrusted to the other party.

Today, however, attitudes have changed dramatically.

The reason why they are so enthusiastic is naturally because Fang Porcelain's business is good enough, and the dividends belonging to a few people have never fallen.

At the beginning, it was agreed that the annual dividend would not be less than 50 taels,......

Not long ago, each person divided more than 100 taels!

moreover

Predictable.

As long as the year is not too bad, there will be more in the future.

To know.

The annual income of the county officials is only a few dozen taels of silver, which still includes various welfare benefits, and more than 100 taels is already a huge amount of money.

No wonder they're so enthusiastic.

"Mr. Han!"

"Brother Qi."

"Luo catches the head."

Fang Zheng bowed his hand in return and sat down humbly:

"I'm not late, am I?"

"No, no." Luo Zhutou smiled and waved his hand:

"Fang Gongzi came just in time, Lord Zhixian and those few haven't arrived yet, let's sit down and talk first, and wait for them to come over."

"Speaking of which......" Fang Zheng nodded:

"Why did Lord Yan ask me to come here today?"

The magistrate of the county has made meritorious contributions to suppressing bandits, and he has already been promoted to other places, and the county lord Yan naturally took over the position of the magistrate.

Today, Lord Yan has a banquet.

The guests are all wealthy and wealthy businessmen in the city, and Founder is naturally among them, and the venue is bustling, and many of them are familiar faces.

"Donate."

Qi Dian's official pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"This year's drought has almost no harvest in the four prefectures and thirteen counties, and now it is a cold winter, and many displaced people are pouring into the county."

"If you don't open a warehouse to release grain, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive this year."

"Hey!" Mr. Han sighed:

"Fang Gongzi is not an outsider, but it doesn't hurt to say that the granary has actually run out of food for a long time, and there are more rats than rice in it."

"Money,"

"Naturally, it has to come out of our people."

"Yes." Luo Zhutou nodded, his face full of helplessness:

"As far as I know, the Ren family has contacted the grain merchants in Haofucheng, and the price has been negotiated, as long as the silver arrives, the grain will be delivered immediately."

Renjia?

Fang Zheng squinted.

The Ren family is the largest landlord and grain merchant in Gu'an County, and there is even a saying that Ren Bancheng said that the grain in his family is said to be piled up into a mountain.

Do they still need to buy food from the city?

As early as a few months ago, the Ren family had been hoarding grain, which caused the price of grain in the market to skyrocket, and now it has more than tripled compared to previous years.

act of God

For ordinary people it is a disaster.

For them,

It is a great opportunity to gain wealth and expand the land.

Just like ......

"Mr. Han, I heard that you have bought a lot of land recently?"

"Haha......" Mr. Han chuckled:

"Thanks to Fang Gongzi, Han can have some surplus wealth, and the price of fertile land over there in the ancestral house dropped to five taels of silver a mu a few days ago."

"I was tempted and bought twenty acres."

Five taels?

In previous years, the price of fertile land was more than ten taels or even twenty taels per mu, and five taels of silver per mu showed that the seller was in urgent need of money.

"Almost."

Qi Warden nodded:

"I also bought a few acres, it's rare to have such a good market, but twenty acres is a hundred taels, Han Laoling is really willing."

"That's why I want to thank Fang Gongzi." Han Lao smiled:

"Otherwise, how can Han have such confidence, but it's a pity that he has no money left over now, and he doesn't know how to deal with the adult's donation."

"It's only a few months at most." Luo Zhutou waved his hand:

"Good land in hand is the foundation of the heirloom."

"That's right!"

"That's right."

“……”

Fang Zheng smiled but did not speak.

At the beginning of the dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and the people all had acres of land.

There was also a Zhou Dynasty in this world, and the Zhou Dynasty once ordered that every newborn boy should receive a hundred acres of land when he reached adulthood.

At that time, the land was vast and sparsely populated, so naturally there was no problem.

However, with the increase of population in the later period, the number of acres of land available gradually decreased, and the system was eventually abolished.

In the event of a natural or man-made disaster, ordinary people lack the ability to resist, and most of them have to sell their land in exchange for a moment of peace.

so

Although he was able to avoid the disaster for a while, he lost the land on which he depended, and became a hired farmer for others.

By that time,

Most of the food produced in the land goes to the Lord's house, and he can only feed himself.

Even for generations, they have been hired farmers, and there is no place to turn over, and even if they encounter natural and man-made disasters again, there will be no way back.

The rich and noble occupy more and more land, and the poor occupy less and less land, so that there is only one life left, and finally ......

Naturally, the world is in chaos.

It's a reincarnation!

From this point of view, it should be said that the rise and fall of the husband is the responsibility of the world.

The Wei Dynasty has gone through 17 emperors and lasted for more than 600 years, which has exceeded the 300-year limit of dynastic change in modern social history. ’

Now, I'm afraid it's also the end of the dynasty. ’

Luo Zhutou and a few of them are still like this, and those wealthy and wealthy families in the city are afraid that they will take the opportunity to buy good land at a low level. ’

'There are very few acres of land that are really in the hands of the people! ’

"Lord Yan has arrived!"

"Old man Ren is here too."

"The head of the Linghu family ......"

The crowd whispered, looked at the few people coming from outside, and got up to salute.

"Ladies and gentlemen."

Yan Daren is wearing a mink fur, stepping on leopard skin soft boots, and a white jade belt around his waist.

He walked to the second floor, pressed it with one hand, and showed a look of concern for the country and the people on his face:

"This year, there is a great drought in Jizhou, and there is no harvest in the four prefectures and thirteen counties, and now it is a cold winter, and the people are pouring into the county to pray for relief from the imperial court."

"As a parent in a place, how can this official ignore it?"

There was silence in the room.

Today's banquet was a little full, and except for the well-informed people, the people who came didn't know what Lord Yan was inviting everyone for.

"Hey!"

Lord Yan sighed lightly and said:

"This official wants to open a warehouse and release grain to help the people."

"Your Excellency is merciful." Someone complimented:

"If there is something useful, I am willing to do my part."

Well?

It's a trust, right?

Fang Zheng looked in the direction where the voice came from, thoughtfully, and the others seemed to understand something, and their eyes changed slightly.

"Well said!"

Master Yan smiled, clapped his palms and said:

"Seeing that the people are hungry and cold, and have no fixed place to live, this official can't bear it, and is willing to take out a year's worth of money to give porridge and grain to the people."

"It's a pity!"

"My strength alone is limited after all."

He bowed his head and sighed softly, with a look of regret.

"Your Excellency." Linghu An bowed his head:

"The Linghu family is willing to give two thousand taels of silver to help the people survive this difficulty."

"Old decay also means this." Old Man Ren nodded slowly:

"The Ren family also gave two thousand taels."

Two thousand taels!

Most of the expressions of the people downstairs became stiff.

In fact, the yamen comes almost once a year, saying that it is for the people, but in fact it puts it in its own pocket.

For the amount, there is also a tacit ratio.

The Linghu family and the Ren family belong to the two wealthy families in the county, and others naturally can't compare with them, and the rich and wealthy businessmen are mostly one-fifth to one-tenth of them.

Even if it's a tenth.

A tenth of two thousand taels is also two hundred taels!

Let's be honest.

The other party was saying that two hundred taels was nothing, but ordinary rich and wealthy businessmen might not be able to come up with so much silver.

Even Luo Zhu's face changed.

They also have a conventional ratio, that is, how much time the county has, and how long the people under them will pay.

A year?

Are you kidding!

"Your Excellency."

The man who had just suspected of being a tot spoke again:

"The villain is willing to give four hundred taels!"

"Okay." Lord Yan nodded, his gaze shifted, and fell on one of them:

"Mr. Mo?"

Mo Fu, the head of the Mo family, opened his mouth, his face was bitter, and he arched his hand:

"The Mo family is willing to pay five hundred taels."

In addition to the Linghu family and the Ren family, the Mo family, the Qi family, and several second-rate forces also expressed their positions, mostly four hundred to five hundred taels.

"Very good."

Lord Yan nodded in satisfaction and looked at Fang Zheng:

"Young Master Fang?"

"I ......" Fang Zheng pursed his lips and arched his hand:

"Fang's family has limited resources, and he can't compare to the elders, but he is also willing to do his best, and he is willing to give two hundred taels of silver just to survive the cold winter."

"Hmm."

Lord Yan nodded when he heard this, and did not say much.

When it comes to Founder, it belongs to the third-rate forces in the city, such as the major martial arts halls and shop owners, although they make a lot of money but lack of background.

Two hundred taels,

That's pretty much it.

An hour later.

Fang Zheng said goodbye to a few people and got into the carriage.

…………

A few days later.

"Hoo ......"

The palm wind howled, rolling up the residual snow on the ground.

Fang Zheng was dressed in a thin shirt, tossing and turning in the martial arts arena opened up in the backyard, and the strenuous activity made him feel a trace of heat on his body.

"Drink!"

The mouth was low, the fists changed, and a gust of wind rose in the field.

Fangzheng stepped on a cushion, took three steps and made two steps, and pounced forward.

"Roar!"

Like a tiger entering the mountains and forests, a simple punch turned out to be a tiger's roar.

The sound is not unreal, but real.

Not from the punch, but from his body.

This is......

The five organs are successful, and the tigers and leopards are thundering!

Dirty!

Fangzheng's fist stopped, exhaled lightly, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face:

"Finally succeeded in refining the viscera and stepped into the realm of the three changes of qi and blood, and then as long as the qi and blood were condensed into a strand, the true qi realm could be impacted."

"Hmm......"

Pursing his lips, he appeared in front of the boulder not far away, and pressed his five fingers down.

"Peng!"

The half-human-high stone trembled slightly, and a shallow palm print appeared on the surface, and the outline of the five fingers was clearly recognizable.

The color of the square front remained unchanged, and he gently touched the surface of the stone with one hand, and the stone was swept away by him like dust.

person

After all, it is composed of skin and flesh and periosteum, and it cannot be compared with stone and steel in terms of hardness, which is common sense.

But now,

Common sense seems to have gone wrong.

"Flesh and blood are naturally not comparable to stones, but the method of luck can concentrate the power a little bit to burst, so that it can be broken into gold and jade."

Founder's Squint:

"The so-called supreme Dao foundation of the Hundred Days Foundation Building Method is really worthy of its name, I have just stepped into the Three Bloods Refining Dirt, which is comparable to the penance of others for many years."

"The three-blooded Luo Zhutou, I'm afraid it's just like that!"

When he first enters the refining organs, he still has a lot of potential to tap, and his body will enter a period of rapid growth, and his strength will definitely become stronger when he stabilizes.

The opportunity to advance to the True Qi realm is naturally greater.

"Foundation!"

"It's really important."

The Dao foundation he forged was the supreme Dao foundation recorded in the Hundred Days Foundation Building Method, and there were very few that could be attained in this realm.

"The owner!"

At this moment, Wu Hai hurried from the front yard, his face panicked:

"I just got the news that the refugees in Dongcheng rioted and attacked several streets, and I heard that all the shops there were robbed."

"Huh?"

Fang Zheng frowned:

"Isn't it already soup kitchen?"

"Heh......" Wu Hai looked disdainful:

"You don't go out much, so I don't know, the so-called soup kitchen has no porridge at all, and there are at most a few grains of rice in a bowl."

"If you drink it, you will be full of water, and you won't care about it at all."

"Really?" Fang Zheng shook his head, he guessed that the soup kitchen would be boring, but it was really unexpected that he was reluctant to even have some rice for so much money.

Sigh at the moment:

"Let them be, as long as they don't affect us."

"But the owner ......" Wu Haidao:

"Xieliu Street is in the East City, wouldn't the Jinshu girls be in danger?"

Over the past year, almost all the guests of the banquet will invite them to play to help the fun, and they have gradually become familiar with each other.

Even Wu Hai,

I even care a little more.

"The owner!"

While speaking, Lao Liu, the doorkeeper, appeared at the door of the backyard and replied:

"Jinshu and Miss Liu ask to meet."

"Oh!"

Fangzheng's heart was slightly relaxed:

"Invite them in."

Living room.

The two women, whose clothes were covered with dirt, saluted, their voices trembled slightly, apparently not yet recovering from their fear:

"Young Master Fang, there is already a big chaos on the other side of Xieliu Lane, and our sisters have nowhere to go for the time being, please ...... Ask the son to let him stay for one or two. ”

"It's a trifle, I have a lot of spare rooms here." Fang Zheng waved his hand and asked:

"It's messy out there?"

The two women looked at each other in surprise.

To what extent is the chaos outside, burning, killing and looting are not uncommon, and the other party is not very clear, as if they are isolated from the world.

Zhumen wine and meat stink,

There are frozen bones on the road!

How can the rich and noble be so alienated from the poor people?

As everyone knows.

Fangzheng is in a different world and modern society, and he has to practice martial arts and practice the law, and he has been busy with business recently, so he really doesn't know much about the situation here.

came back in a hurry, and Wu Hai didn't have time to talk about it, so he naturally lacked understanding.

(End of chapter)