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Outside Zhu's store, three men covered in mud and disgraced were stopped by a loyal clerk.

Facing the complicated situation at the dock, the waiter said politely but firmly: "Gentlemen, what can I do?"

"Buying goods, take a shower." Shen Cong wiped a handful of mud from his face and spat hard.

Xiang Xin embarrassedly covered half of her face with her robe. It was she who brought the human-shaped balloon straight into the quagmire. Fortunately, otherwise someone would have been knocked out and suffered a concussion.

No matter how thick the gas was, it could not block the mud. The three of them were like taking a mud bath, imitating wild boars and rolling three times in it before crawling out grunting. Fortunately, the flight ticket they carried with them was not ordinary paper and they could still be saved.

The waiter looked the three of them up and down, but did not put down his blocking hand. He still said politely: "There is a big bathhouse a few steps ahead, and there is also an inn on the street in front. You..."

Shen Cong impatiently took out a flying ticket from his sleeve, without looking at the denomination, and threw it to him and said: "The inn is too far away. I don't like big hot springs. I know you have a place for merchants to stay here, so go find three of them." Come out of the room."

Although this store is not big, it is in the trading center of Beijing. The clerk can check the flight ticket himself. It looks like it is genuine. His face becomes more gentle and he says: "Please wait..."

Shen Cong didn't even listen and went straight up. No matter how wealthy an ordinary merchant's family was, they wouldn't have the power of the Shen family. Even a store like the Shen family's pawnshop was just run by the servants of the family. How could he take a shop clerk seriously?

Holding a flight ticket worth 100 taels of silver in his hand, the man became helpless if he tried to stop him. Unfortunately, Xiang Xin, who was covered in dirt, did not give him a chance. With a slight move of his hand, a wave of heat blew him to ten In the yard many meters away.

"No one will die, right?" Cheng Jinzhou said behind him.

"How could it be so easy to die?" Xiang Xin said, looking at his star formation and saying, "I used too much star power today, and I will save some next time."

"Can you get a fixed amount of star power every day?"

"It is calculated based on the time cycle, usually one day." Xiang Xin twisted the water on his body and said: "As long as the star array exists, new star power will be injected into it every hour. I can have a total of 120 star power every day. Well, at most, you can only save so much star power unless you change to a better star array."

Cheng Jinzhou touched his chin, trying to find a reasonable explanation: "Is it possible that after a day, the position of the planet connected to the star array changed too much, and the energy generated could not be linked?"

Xiang Xin had his own beliefs and listened indifferently but ignored him.

Shen Cong kicked up the man who was lying next to the well and asked him to find a house. When a few people arrived in the backyard, they saw a guy in silk and satin running hurriedly, followed by four or five servants, raising their eyebrows. The short stick is waiting at the door.

"Guys, this little old man is so polite." Cheng Jinzhou couldn't help laughing when he heard the standard opera lines. He turned his head and saw a short and sturdy old man with a slightly hunched back and a silver sideburns around his mouth. The clothes are made of silk and cotton, but they don't look like ordinary shopkeepers.

"Say something quickly." Although Shen Cong was rude, he finally stood on the spot.

The old man introduced himself with a smile on his face: "I am Zhu Lin, the owner of this shop. I have prepared bath water for the three of you, please."

Naturally, a waiter led the three of them over, and after passing through a small courtyard, they saw a separate small courtyard hidden behind a building. The environment was much better than before.

Cheng Jinzhou quickly rushed into the room and took off all his clothes in a few seconds. The mud in the wild was no different than when he was playing. There were not only gravel and clay, but also small insects, loaches, rotten plants and unknown flesh. Not a few either. He stood in the open space and began to shake his body, like a wet wild dog.

It was disappointing that there were no beautiful maids to serve, but a large bucket of warm water still made washing very enjoyable. There were also brand-new silk clothes at the door. Depending on the material, the price was probably more than 10 guan.

Classmate Xiao Cheng would not think that this was an attack of his own bastard spirit. Judging from the appearance of this shop owner, it seems that the methods of the Star Warlock are more practical. Although the method of causing heat waves to blow away the opponent is simple, not all Star Warlock apprentices can do it. It can be done. For a small shop of this size, a qualified Star Warlock apprentice is enough trouble.

After taking out the flight tickets from the dirty clothes and putting them away, Cheng Jinzhou waved his sleeves and walked to the front hall. Men in the Daxia Dynasty mainly tied their hair, but he didn't know how to take care of it himself. He just let it float on his shoulders, feeling very proud of it. Artistic temperament.

In the front hall, Shen Cong and Xiang Xin had already been drinking hot tea and chatting happily with Zhu Lin.

"Jinzhou, come here, come here, Mr. Zhu is a disciple of ethics who once traveled all over the country, and was also a senior fellow at Guangwen Hall." Shen Cong shouted when he saw Cheng Jinzhou.

In his opinion, scholars are much more noble than wealthy businessmen.

Cheng Jinzhou looked like he had admired him for a long time, and asked by the way: "Sir, you once studied in the Guangwen Museum, why did you open this shop again?"

Merchants still suffered from obvious discrimination in Daxia, but it was not as serious as that of later generations. Ordinary people would not take this path, not to mention that the students in Guangwen Hall were either excellent in studies or family members of officials. Even if they failed in the imperial examination, as long as they were determined In this way, a person can never escape.

Zhu Lin put down his tea cup with a smile, touched his beard with his hand and said: "Back then I just wanted to go to the far west to see the Far West, but I couldn't find a ship, so I traveled around in the hope of finding something. Later I spent all my money and had to sell it. I left my ancestral home to do business, now I have money, but I don’t have the ambitions I had back then.”

Cheng Jinzhou smiled slightly and didn't make any comments. He had watched many novels and movies, so he didn't feel any more shocked by this, so he went straight to the point and said: "I heard that the Zhu Family Trading Company sells various products, can you go and take a look? "

"Just ask the guys to bring it over." Zhu Lin said generously: "Some things are not clean after being transported for long distances."

"It's okay." Cheng Jinzhou said and stood up, not giving him a chance to refuse.

Shen Cong and Xiang Xin were both accompanying guests, so they simply followed Cheng Jinzhou instead of waiting for the waiter to deliver the goods.

"What exactly does Mr. Cheng want to buy?" The type and quantity of the goods are still considered trade secrets, and Zhu Lin does not want Cheng Jinzhou to know easily.

"Silk, ore, silk cloth, grain, wood, coal..." Cheng Jinzhou said casually.

The old man was stunned for a moment, then finally shook his head and asked the clerk to open a position and check it slowly. It is impossible for his store to be so fancy, but ordinary items are still there.

Cheng Jinzhou rubbed the ring slightly, avoided everyone's eyes, and asked: "Mr. Ke, help me scan these supplies and give me a quote."

"Scanning consumes energy." Customer service 010 does not refuse service.

"What's the price?"

"Same as before, 2 stars per cubic meter."

This reminded Cheng Jinzhou of the unfavorable timber transaction. He shrugged and agreed, pointing to the salt in front of him and saying, "Your purchase price?"

"5 stars per ton."

Cheng Jinzhou raised his eyebrows, thinking that if he didn't have the status of a noble, he could be a private salt dealer. In the Great Xia Dynasty, the price of salt ranged from 2,000 wen per stone to 100,000 wen. On average, it was at least 20 wen per catty, and the quality was extremely poor. The purchase price given by customer service 010 was often his lowest price. Selling price, if you exchange and sell it directly in places where salt prices are high, it is not difficult to make money.

The first product I asked about was theoretically profitable, which greatly increased Cheng Jinzhou's interest, and he became more active.

The merchants of the Great Xia Dynasty mainly dealt in six bulk commodities, namely tea, salt, grain, cloth, medicinal materials and leather goods. In fact, if you look closely, it is ultimately a reflection of the low level of production. People's main needs are still focused on clothing and food, with grain and cloth being the largest types.

Zhujia store is equivalent to a small wholesaler. It mainly deals in the first four types, and the varieties are quite complete. Whenever Cheng Jinzhou sees the same thing, he asks the clerk for a price, and then asks the customer service 010 for a price. There is no time to consider them one by one, so he only lists the prices. Remember it later.

After sitting back in the room, Cheng Jinzhou had time to take out the notebook and check it slowly.

"Tea costs 70,000 yuan per ton, which can be exchanged for 12 stars..."

"Cotton costs 85 cents per tael, 1,700 cotton per ton, and can be exchanged for 10 stars..."

"Each piece of yarn costs 800 Wen, which can be exchanged for 0.2 Star Yuan..."

All in all, there are many ways to exchange star yuan into silver, but there are very few that can convert it into high-priced star yuan.

Cheng Jinzhou looked from top to bottom, and the pen suddenly hovered on the linen and stopped moving. "The linen costs 400 yuan per piece, which can be exchanged for 0.2 star yuan."

This price is already twice that of food.

"Master, how much linen do you have here?" Linen is subdivided into several types, but the prices are almost the same, and Cheng Jinzhou actually doesn't care.

The same is true for making clothes. The best brocade costs 18 guan per tael, up to 100 guan per piece, while the cheapest linen can be bought for only 1/200 of the price. Of course, it cannot be rough. There are too many expectations for the quality.

The imperial court purchased more than 700,000 pieces of linen every year in hemp-producing areas. Even so, linen could still be circulated in the market at market prices, which is why its output was huge. The price is cheap and the quantity is abundant. In addition, it is not an important strategic resource, but this linen is very suitable for Cheng Jinzhou's existence.

Zhu Lin had already taken out his small account book and quickly turned it over: "There are still about 13,000 horses in the West Pier."

For businessmen in the capital, this number is very few.

Cheng Jinzhou made some calculations in his mind and said: "4,000 horses, how much cheaper can it be?"

According to the standard of one tael of silver and 2 guan of silver, 4,000 horses cost 800 taels of silver.

"How about 380 Wen?" When talking about business, Zhu Lin smiled, but only gave in a little.

However, linen is mainly used as clothing material for lower-class residents and has always been operated at a low profit. Cheng Jinzhou thought about it and nodded slightly: "Okay. But it must be sent to the warehouse designated by me."

It would take a day to transport 4,000 pieces of linen by car. If Cheng Jinzhou went to steal it, it would be at least half a month's work. Therefore, robbery has always been a manual job with no technical content. The real means of making money has never been needed. So violent.

Zhu Lin was doing everything he could, but Shen Cong was a little disapproving. Although his family's property was wealthy, the Shen family never participated in its management. Even Xiang Xin said impatiently after they agreed: "If we have this time, it is better to write more reports and do some experiments."

"Everything has to be done." Cheng Jinzhou pretended to smile naively. If he wanted to write a report, he would have to copy the books.

Several people were talking when they suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves, followed by the sonorous drumming. Countless fireworks could also be seen exploding in the sky, and the smell of gunpowder smoke entered the house. Before Cheng Jinzhou could ask, Xiang Xin's face showed excitement and he quickly pulled Cheng Jinzhou forward. Shen Cong and Zhu Lin naturally followed closely.

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