After Zuo Youyou played happily twice, he handed him the cup: "Okay boss, drink water, boss." Go your boss. ”

Bai Xinshu lowered his head, took Zuo Youyou's hand, and drank the water in the cup.

Zuo Youyou: !!

I just finished giving myself a psychological massage, and as soon as I finished saying it, you just let it be, you can give me a magnifying move, right!!

Zuo Youyou raised his head in shock, and found that Bai Xinshu had finished drinking water, turned his head in confusion, and stared at the computer screen.

What is he looking at?

Zuo Youyou walked over and found that it was full of Jin Wen with missing arms and legs.

Can you still review a manuscript when you are drunk?

Is it all instinct?

Bai Xinshu struggled and said, "It's almost the deadline. ”

Ah, even the cypress tree is just as hard to meet the deadline.

Zuo Youyou pushed him: "You might as well take a nap and watch it later when you get up." ”

Bai Xinshu said slowly: "I have set a schedule for myself, I must read these pages before taking a lunch break." ”

He pointed to the small notebook on the side, Zuo Youyou leaned over and looked at it a few times, and sure enough, it was densely packed with the backward time arrangement and work plan of the Chinese Canon.

Zuo Youyou glanced at the confused Bai Xin Shu and admired it greatly.

Sure enough, there is no casual god, whether it is rolling people or struggling to compare, there is a ruthlessness in his body. Talent is one thing, tenacity is another.

Zuo Youyou likes to play with stalks the most, and "mourning youth" and "paid fishing" shouted louder than anyone else. But playing is fun, and contemporary young people are mourning and rolling, and they will never joke about life.

Zuo Youyou stopped talking, went back to the room and set up the computer, concentrating on writing the bid.

40 minutes later, Jiang Shiqin was still unconscious, and Bai Xinshu had already gotten up and knocked on Zuo Youyou's door.

Zuo Youyou was shocked: "Are you resting now?" ”

Bai Xinshu washed his face with cold water, and looked calm, only a slight frowning eyebrow indicated that he was still a little dizzy: "It's okay, let's hurry up and sort out the original materials of the Shandong merchants." ”

Zuo Youyou answered and moved the computer into Bai Xinshu's room.

Dr. Caleb and Umikawa-kun were already sitting in Bai Xinshu's room. Zuo Youyou said hello and lowered his head to turn on.

Stopped by the cypress tree.

"Not in my room."

Bai Xinshu whispered as he walked: "As soon as these descendants of the Shandong Gang heard that the historical materials they brought had a certain academic research value, they immediately enthusiastically funded one of our conference rooms, and also said that they would take some promotional photos and hang them on their family's official account. ”

Zuo Youyou: ?

Zuo Youyou held the computer with a confused face, followed the Bai Xinshu shotgun to change guns, and walked into the ...... funded by the descendants of the Shandong Gang

Heroic. Chinese. Yes. Discuss. Room.

A group of four people: Dr. Caleb, Haichuan-kun, Bai Xinshu, and Zuo Youyou, stood in the huge empty conference room, stepping on the soft red carpet under their feet, and they were all a little dazed for a while.

A red banner in front: "Warmly welcome Professor Matthew of Harvard University to visit and guide"

A red banner at the back: "Win-win cooperation, create a better future - I wish the Shandong Overseas Chinese Merchants Federation and the Huaxia Shulin Academic Seminar and the Late Qing Shandong Gang Historical Materials Seminar to be held smoothly"

Zuo Youyou: !

The four men looked at each other, then sat in small silence at the large crimson solid wood conference round table.

Zuo Youyou fell into deep thought for the microphone in front of him.

There are only four people in total, which really lets the microphone know what it means to be nostalgic.

Bai Xinshu cleared his throat: "It seems that Jiang Shiqin can't attend the meeting, the people of Shandong are too enthusiastic...... Let's get started first? ”

Good for a Chinese speech.

The other two nodded silently, and Zuo Youyou propped up the computer and projected the photos of the materials taken by Bai Xinshu onto the big screen.

"Our problem is focused on 'rice'." Zuo Youyou reviewed the problem node, "Pak Jie Sheng and Wan Tai reached an agreement to exchange the unsalable backlog of silk for two things: 1. Rice, 2. The independence of Wan Tai He. ”

She cleared her throat: "When Patrickson was on the verge of bankruptcy, Jiang Shiqin believed that it was the 'Japanese funding' and the stable marketing of sugar that saved the Wantaihe. At present, we have confirmed that the bulk of the first profit of the Wantaihe in the past 20 years has been rice, not sugar. ”

Bai Xinshu nodded and continued: "Therefore, we do not agree with the so-called Japanese funding theory. Let's assume that it was rice that saved Patrick Jerson. Judging from the ledgers, this assumption is obviously valid, but the question is, how did Patrickson get the rice out of the country when the Qing government strictly controlled the export of rice at that time? ”

Dr. Caleb nodded, "Solving this problem is a crucial step in establishing the rice hypothesis. ”

Although Zuo Youyou felt that his speech was poking at Dr. Caleb's mistake the whole time, his expression was very calm.

Big-minded, huh?

In the next second, Zuo Youyou noticed that his wrinkled hand was clutching the pen. Looking closely, there was also a trace of inexplicable embarrassment and unnaturalness on his face.

Well, it turns out that Dr. Caleb is also holding on.

Haichuan-kun was silent the whole time, as quiet as a flower pot in a conference room.

Bai Xinshu said: "In 1903, in the historical letter of the Shandong Gang, it was said so. ”

Zuo Youyou projected the screen.

The big face of a hairy border herd appeared in the center of the giant screen.

Zuo Youyou: !

Wrong point!

Zuo Youyou's eyes quickly switched to an old letter.

From the twenty-fourth to the twenty-eighth, a total of six rice ships arrived, about 670,000 stones, the customs wharf was piled up, and the Shanghai businessmen shrank their hands and did not buy the material, and there was a tendency to fall sharply, and the number released 3,000 bags of 6.5 gross nuclei per day, which was not profitable

"From the twenty-fourth to the twenty-eighth, a total of six rice ships arrived, about 670,000 stones, and the customs wharf was piled up. Shanghai businessmen did not buy, is expected to have a sharp decline, this number released 3,000 packs, 6.5 cents per day, nuclear inch unprofitable. Zuo Youyou whispered in his heart.

"In 1903, the price of rice plummeted, and rice sellers lost a lot of money." After reading it, Dr. Caleb translated it to Haichuanjun, "This is a letter exchanged between Shandong firms, the purpose of which is to ventilate and tell the other party that the price of rice is about to plummet. ”

"The price of rice from Shanghai Wantai also fell at this time." Zuo Youyou said, "At this time, Pak Jason exchanged unsalable silk for a large amount of rice, which was piled up in Shanghai. ”

"Then there are some family letters." Bai Xinshu said, "It was provided by the descendants of the Shandong Gang merchant Lang clan. The owner of the family letter is a young apprentice named Lang Yong of a certain firm in Shandong. ”

1903 year.

Lang Yong laughed at Bai Jiesheng: "What are you doing at the docks?" Don't look at it, it's still down today. ”

Patrick Jason is a lean man. He listened to Lang Yong's words, and his face turned pale.

"Still falling?"

Lang Yong smiled: "It has dropped from 6.5 cents to 6.3 cents." He glanced at Bai Jiesheng's sweaty forehead, and said, "How about it, Manager Bai, is it a big profit?" ”