Fantasy: Starting out as a gigolo, born a Confucian sage

Cao Zijing is indeed the richest businessman in the world. He has businesses in the four countries of the Central Plains and even in the cities of the grassland.

And the fields involved are extremely wide, including manufacturing, finance, energy, that is, inkstone, etc.

Hearing what Cao Zhuyu said, Shen Wuming's eyes were retracted from behind her, "It's just right that I want to find you."

"I have a business here, do you want to do it? Don't worry, I guarantee that you can make money."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if I lose money." Cao Zhuyu was enthusiastic, looking like a rich sister.

She had received Shen Wuming's favor before, and she had always wanted to find an opportunity to repay him. Even the articles in the court newspaper were written by her.

But even so, she still wanted to make friends with Shen Wuming, and it would be best if she could bring him to the Mo family.

Shen Wuming was speechless. Is this the confidence of a rich lady?

It was still early today, so Shen Wuming took Cao Zhuyu to the workshop and looked at the operating conditions.

Song Nanzhu had nothing to do, so he followed behind him, and Shen Wuming treated him as a bodyguard.

Although the workshop is not as good as the later generations, it is not a rough stone. After all, this world has all kinds of Mohist machinery.

And the inkstone, that is, coal, has been put into use, which is roughly equivalent to the level of the steam revolution era.

Then, they found Pei Yuan again and came to the farmland where the cowhide vegetables were unsalable, not far from the city.

"Get in the car."

Everyone boarded Cao Zhuyu's mechanical carriage. Before Shen Wuming got on the car, he glanced at the mechanical carriage again.

"What's wrong? What's the problem?" Cao Zhuyu seemed to notice his gaze and asked hurriedly.

She knew very well that Shen Wuming was talented in the Mohist way. Maybe he would have a flash of inspiration and come up with something good?

"I think, since we can already use inkstone to drive the machinery, why do we still need two horses?"

"Wouldn't it be enough to use the machinery to push the carriage directly?"

Shen Wuming felt that the operation of the Mohist family was a bit of a fart. It's not a train, so why do we need a headband?

"Isn't it the same?" Song Nanzhu asked with his head tilted, "This thing is much more powerful than using war horses."

"No, no, no." Shen Wuming shook his head, "These are two different things."

"The power device can be used directly to drive the carriage, and the mechanical puppet can be used for other things."

In Shen Wuming's mind, the mechanical puppet is equivalent to an intelligent robot, which can be used in war, life, production, etc.

And the carriage drive is the sedan, SUV, etc. in the future.

Whose good people use an intelligent robot to tow the carriage?

They are used to it and don't think there is anything wrong. Shen Wuming only has two feelings.

Take off your pants to fart!

Using a cannon to kill a mosquito!

"I think what Mr. Shen said makes sense, but this thing...what is the power device?"

Cao Zhuyu did not doubt Shen Wuming's authority. Putting aside other things, he is also a guest of the Mohist School.

Just this identity is enough to make all Mohist disciples bow their heads!

"The so-called power device is..."

Shen Wuming really didn't remember the transmission device of the car, but he still knew the appearance.

Shen Wuming didn't understand the principles of gearboxes and engines, but that didn't affect his explanation.

He just roughly said that the engine drives the crankshaft, then transmits it to the flywheel, and finally drives the four tires.

After explaining it once, Cao Zhuyu was thoughtful. He didn't understand anything about engines.

However, there are Mohist magic arrays and magic power, which is nothing more than transmitting the energy of inkstone to several shafts.

"In short, we directly install the power device of the wooden puppet inside the car."

"Then drive the hubs of the four wheels through a curved shaft to achieve rolling?"

"What about the direction?"

"How do you get the direction of your wooden puppet?"

Shen Wuming rolled his eyes. Intelligent robots have been made, but can't you make a steering wheel?

When talking, Song Nanzhu's eyes were flying. She didn't understand anything and was just in a daze.

And Pei Yuan was thoughtful.

Cao Zhuyu was the most shocked. After thinking about it, if this thing is produced, then his Cao family...

"Although this thing is only a concept at present, I think it has great potential." Cao Zhuyu finally said.

"But whether it is an experiment or real production, it is not a small amount. Can I ask my father to come over?"

"Don't worry, if it is really produced, we will split the profit in half, or 60% and 40% is fine."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, do it yourself." Shen Wuming is not short of money now, so it doesn't matter.

Cao Zhuyu doesn't think so. Growing up with Cao Zijing, she naturally knows how to do business.

Sometimes the profit is considerable, but only people are the most expensive investment...

This has to mention their merchant ancestor Lu Buwei.

Not long after, the group came to the field where the cowpea was planted.

Pei Yuan had sent people to notify them in advance. Hundreds of households were waiting here. When they saw Pei Yuan, they hurried over.

"Sir, you must help us think of a solution, otherwise we won't be able to get through this year."

"Yes, sir, this is not just food, this is our hard work for a year, it is our life."

"Sir..."

"Okay!" The guards around Pei Yuan stepped forward, "Sir is here, it will be solved naturally."

"Shut up!"

Not to mention the feudal dynasty, even the modern people are in awe of officials.

The guard scolded angrily, and everyone fell silent. Only then did Pei Yuan and Shen Wuming walk up.

"Wu Ming, come and take a look."

Pei Yuan took Shen Wuming to the vegetable field. There was no one to guide him. It was obvious that he was quite familiar with it.

As expected, we should have come to inspect it before, but there was nothing we could do.

Cao Juyu was next to Shen Wuming. When he walked, his super voluptuous figure was bumpy and rubbed against Shen Wuming's arm from time to time.

Shen Wuming had no choice but to pretend to pull away unintentionally, but Cao Zhuyu hurriedly came over.

A slender body, a face as beautiful as an angel, and eyes that are pure and slightly adoring.

Shen Wuming was confused.

"Master Shen, let's take a look. These are the vegetables they grow. The food is pretty good, but the quantity is..."

Pei Yuan said with emotion, "Everyone has no brains. Really, if the sales were good last year, they will definitely be good sales this year?"

"The market has an invisible hand." Shen Wuming smiled, "I don't blame them."

If they have gone to high school and studied the economics part of politics, they will know some economic laws.

But obviously, they didn't.

"What invisible hand?" Song Nanzhu regretted a little, she shouldn't have come, it was boring.

Hearing Nameless Shen talking about invisible hands, he subconsciously asked.

Shen Wuming explained what the market mechanism is, but obviously they have not studied economics and do not understand it very well.

On the contrary, Cao Zhuyu, as a business heir, was thoughtful and quietly remembered this concept.

"The invisible hand..." Cao Zhuyu said silently in her heart.

Shen Wuming said a few words and ignored them. Instead, he knelt down to look at the cowskin dish, and his eyes suddenly stopped.

"This...is this beef dish?"

Shen Wuming frowned. The beef noodle dish in front of him seemed a little different from what he remembered.

On the contrary, it seems like another kind of...

"Yes, this is kraut." Pei Yuan smiled and said, "Brother Shen has never done farm work, right? It's normal if you don't recognize him."

"No, no, no..." Shen Wuming shook his head, "This is not beef, this is beet."

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