The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Lubin Mansion is full of filth and evil, and Zhao Chuanxin, a gentleman, must bring a good atmosphere.

Damn, who are you, you want to have sex after drinking, ah... I won’t give you a chance at all!

Then turn around and go out, teleporting back to the mountainside hut.

After he left, Rebecca Levi absently ate dumplings and said to Tang Qunying: "I want to ask him about the new currency, but why doesn't he always let me ask?"

Tang Qunying nodded: "Yes, the prefect is quite strange tonight."

…

Is Rebecca Levy good-looking? Is it sexy?

The answer is yes.

But Zhao Chuanxin has been a gentleman for so long, and today Yao Jia reminded him that Miao Cuihua should return to Lugang Town quickly. It would be embarrassing if Sister Hua came, so he tried his best to avoid anything happening.

Returning to the mountainside hut, he lit the fireplace to heat up, took out the bathtub and took a bath.

Others only use one basin of water for bathing, but Zhao Chuanxin needs two basins.

For outsiders, no scrubbing = no bathing.

After finishing his work and feeling refreshed, he took out the "Code of Old Gods".

[The Paper King transports the printed banknotes in giant beetles. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was quite excited when he received the goods.

Six wads of banknotes were immediately passed over and observed by the lamplight.

There are six wads of money, each with denominations of 1 yuan, 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 20 yuan, 50 yuan, and 100 yuan.

There are three marmots printed on the one-yuan note. Two of them are standing up and fighting, while the one in the middle seems to be trying to break up the fight.

The gaping lips, incisors, small round and black eyes, short but strong limbs, and even the texture of the brown and yellow hair on the body are clearly visible.

The three marmots are cute and naive.

Surrounding the marmot is dense grass. The grass is trivial, but the patterns are restored one by one, and there are even water drops hanging on the leaves.

The marmot is brown and the grass is green. The Arabic numeral 1 is written in the upper left corner. There is an empty space behind the 1, and then "Lubinfu Bank" is written.

At the foot of the marmot, there are two Chinese characters for "一元" written on it.

In the lower left corner of the banknote, there is a marmot standing on a stone with its mouth wide open and its small eyes wide, with "Ah" written behind it.

Looking at the one-yuan note, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Turn it over, and in the center of the back is a cluster of dianthus flowers, with the two characters "一元" written in the center of the flower.

Looking at the five-yuan bill again, on the front is a lone weasel standing on a tree trunk, looking back, and on the back is a lantern flower.

On the front, there is a red fox squatting on the ground looking up at the heavy snow. On the back, there is a pattern of white lily flowers.

On the front of the twenty-yuan note is an old wolf with a penetrating gaze, and on the back is a cluster of purple iris flowers.

On the front of the five-yuan note, there is a moose running on the water with two big horns on its head, and on the back is a cluster of mountain dandelion flowers.

The one-hundred-yuan bill was an incredible one. On the front was a picture of the Gray Ax Army racing horses on the grassland. They were loaded with guns and ammunition, and they were high-spirited. Each person and horse was so small that it was hard to see their faces.

Different from the previous banknotes, the image of the hundred-yuan banknote is completely occupied by the banknote. Countless knights and horses with only half of their body exposed can be seen on the edge, and the momentum of thousands of horses galloping is about to come out.

The back is surrounded by sea ripples symbolizing eternal peace, and in the middle is a helmet-like dark pattern composed of geometric shapes of spears and shields, with two lines of powerful words written: Today the tassel is in hand, when will the blue dragon be bound?

In addition, at the bottom of the front of each banknote, there is a row of text that even Zhao Chuanxin does not recognize. It is text from the world of the "Code of the Old Gods" and is regarded as an anti-counterfeiting code.

No one here except Xingyue can understand its meaning.

Zhao Chuanxin was extremely excited.

For craftsmen who like to create things, making coins is undoubtedly the most interesting thing. Making currency that can be issued was something that Zhao Chuanxian never dared to think about before.

These banknotes were designed by him himself.

He randomly selected and inspected more than thirty of them, but he couldn't find any flaws.

The graphics, colors, and concave and convex texture designs of these banknotes cannot be imitated by any country in the world.

In terms of material alone, the paper itself has three layers. It will never smear when printing, is lightproof, does not bloom when exposed to water, is moisture-proof and wear-resistant. Zhao Chuanxin has no worries about counterfeit banknotes appearing on the market.

So he can play however he wants and design however he wants.

As for where to start publishing? He followed the example of Zhou Shumo, the governor of Heilongjiang Province, and first tested the waters with the public officials of Lubin Prefecture. Then all rent, taxes, etc. were paid with banknotes.

In addition, we must learn from Lugang Town and play hunger marketing.

Others wanted to distribute it nationwide immediately, but Zhao Chuanxin did the opposite.

He wants others to beg him to circulate Lubinfu bank currency.

[The craftsman spent all his time studying noble manuscripts. 】

Zhao Chuanxin sent Xingyue over to record the contents of the newly purchased books, and also served as a living library for the craftsmen.

[Xingyue’s pen arouses the interest of the craftsmen. 】

[The craftsman asked: What kind of pen is this? Why can I keep writing without inking? 】

Zhao Chuanxin's heart moved.

Because the aristocratic market in Rune City is saturated, the daily sales of tea, silk, and glass are growing very slowly.

Zhao Chuanxin is eager to launch a new product.

After listening to the craftsman's words, Zhao Chuanxin wrote:

[I asked the craftsman: How much do you think this kind of pen is worth? 】

[The craftsman took the fountain pen and said: This is a superb craft. I think it is a luxury product. It may be popular among the nobles. It is not an exaggeration to sell it for five hundred gold coins. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was overjoyed.

Fountain pens are quite expensive at the moment and are a luxury item.

Ordinary well-off people buy so-called fountain pens, which are mostly dip pens, which are relatively cheap.

For example, the Parker fountain pen seized by Zhao Chuanxin can store ink and is currently the highest-end pen in the world. At this time, the price was so high that merchants dared to ask for 200 yuan or more.

A worker in a coastal city may earn only 5-8 yuan a month.

A pen costs 200 yuan.

But if it can be sold for 500 gold coins, it will be a huge profit of 25 times.

Zhao Chuanxin was moved, but this thing could not be purchased domestically.

[I calculated the time, and there are only two days until the contract takes effect, and those who escaped have not yet delivered the promised rewards. 】

After Zhao Chuanxin refreshed his physical strength for the day, he teleported Xingyue back and closed the "Old God Codex".

Before going to bed, he brushed his teeth.

He rubbed the toothbrush too hard, causing pain in his gums, and then Zhao Chuanxin spit out a bloodshot tooth.

I blanch...

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the teeth on the ground, licked them with his tongue, and found that they were the central incisors of the lower jaw.

My head is buzzing.

Could there be something wrong with your body?

There are too many messy things in his body. Are you worried that there is something that is not adapted to the earth's flesh and blood?

Lao Zhao was careless and worried, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, practice balancing as usual.

Ever since he drank the water from the stone, he always went home to have breakfast.

Nina and Rebecca Levi were both used to Zhao Chuanxin leaving late and returning early.

While eating, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Tang Qunying: "Xitao, would you like to pay some food expenses?"

Xi Tao is the character of Tang Qunying.

Tang Qunying: "..."

"There's no point in pretending to be stupid. I'll wait until you get paid in the first month of work."

When Rebecca Levi saw that Tang Qunying was silent, she thought she had hurt her self-esteem, so she quickly said: "What about the food expenses? It's good to have her here with me."

Tang Qunying is a stubborn and strong person, and what he likes to talk about most is "equal rights for men and women."

This kind of person cares about face the most.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped talking.

Today's breakfast is blintzes, big ribs, sausages and fried eggs.

It is said that every housewife in Maozi's house has a unique skill in making blintzes, and the same goes for Nina. Every time she kneads the dough, she has to do it at night to prevent others from coveting her recipe.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered at this, who would care?

Just when I was chewing the big legba, suddenly the other tooth next to the one that fell out last night also became loose.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little panicked. He stretched out his hand and shook it, and it really came loose.

Nina saw Zhao Chuanxin's expression was different and asked, "Sir, isn't it delicious?"

"Do I have to tell you every time it doesn't taste good? That's for sure it doesn't taste good." Zhao Chuanxin was furious.

Nina: "..."

She was quite unconvinced.

Zhao Chuanxin finished his meal and went out worriedly.

"Prefect, don't wait for us to take office together?" Tang Qunying was surprised.

Rebecca Levi shook her head: "He has always been a loner."

After going out, Xingyue reminded Zhao Chuanxin: You haven't practiced sword practice for many days.

Zhao Chuanxin was annoyed: "I feel like I'm a loser. I'm so old. How many swords can I practice?"

Xingyue said: According to the chemical signals emitted by your body, there is no problem.

Zhao Chuanxin paused, thoughtfully.

Since Lubin Mansion has expanded its manpower, today is the first day for new employees to go to work, so it is inevitable that they will be in a hurry.

The old leads the new, and arranging and decorating work is easy.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the chaos outside and went straight back to his office to handle official duties.

When the time was almost up, Cui Fenghua hurried in and said, "Sir, this is a telegram from the Xuantian Sect of Hong Kong Island. In addition, our 'Xinghuo Foreign Trade Company' will open this afternoon."

Zhao Chuanxin took the telegram and read it.

The telegram was sent by Li Guangzong, and the content was: Boss, Freddie Pavitt in New York has given you various investment data. The projects are as follows: Gillette, Coca-Cola, Bayer Company, Ford, General Motors, Chrysler, Union Pacific Railroad, Northern Railroad, Edison Electric, American Electric Light Company, Shell Oil, Craft Company, Carnegie Candy Company, United Juice The company, Philips Airlines... total earnings were up about 15 points. The food truck gang earned $23,000. Lawson Trust Company earns $37,000...

Zhao Chuanxin frowned.

With such a big food truck stall, what can you do if you only earn this small amount of money in a year?

The income of Lawson Trust Company is not included in Zhao Chuanxian's personal investment projects, but only commissions are collected from outside customers, which is already considerable.

It seems that Zhao brought Thomas W. Lawson and Jesse Livermore to stir up troubles on Wall Street and indeed left a deep impression on many investors.

Cui Fenghua licked her lips and looked at Zhao Chuanxin.

He has already read the contents of this telegram.

The string of numbers above made him tremble with fear.

Lord Prefect, how many industries have you invested in?

How much money does he have?

It looked as if all the companies in the United States and the prefects were involved.

People are rich, have cars, BMWs, and beauties, but the prefect is often unkempt and disheveled. He only goes in and out on two legs, and there are not many luxury houses.

Zhao Chuanxin muttered: "Write a reply - one-fifth of the proceeds will be used to hire automobile manufacturing engineers to teach at Hankou Juanwang Technical College, one-fifth of the proceeds will be used to train pilots, uh... and one-fifth of the proceeds will be used as training casualties. Pension. The remaining two-fifths of the proceeds will be given to Freddy Arms Production Company to continue making guns."

At this time, it was common for aircraft to crash during test flights, and it was definitely a life-threatening act.

After he finished speaking, he reached under the table to fish it out, and then handed Cui Fenghua a piece of paper filled with words.

Cui Fenghua took it and took a look. Zhao Chuanxin's words were printed on it, every word, and it was more beautiful and neat than what was printed in a newspaper.

How is this done?

What exactly is hidden under the crotch of the prefect’s crotch?

Cui Fenghua was so curious that she scratched her head.

It happens every time.

He couldn't help but stretch his neck to find out.

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "What are you looking at? If you look at it again, I'll pluck out your eyeballs. Why don't you go and send a telegram?"

Cui Fenghua shrank her neck and was about to leave when Zhao Chuanxin remembered something and said: "One more thing - let Freddy contact the Parker Pen Company and buy a batch of goods at a low price. The money will be from Ethan Manor's Out of the small treasury.”

After saying that, he took out a piece of paper from his crotch and handed it to Cui Fenghua.

Cui Fenghua: "..."

Every word Zhao Chuanxin said was written by Xingyue, who was controlling the black puppet craftsman below.

After all the official duties were done, Zhao Chuanxin went out and bought some Samosas, drank a bowl of milk tea, and had a meal.

Then he went back to Lubin Mansion, took Cui Fenghua with him, and took Zhang Shouzeng's broken carriage to Daonan.

…

A plaque was hung outside a warehouse in Daonan, covered with red cloth.

This warehouse is the so-called Spark Foreign Trade Company.

The bandage on Yao Xingyuan's injured arm has been removed, and he, his brother and Lao Yaotou are looking forward to it.

There were merchants nearby, watching the excitement with their hands on their sleeves, and talking a lot.

"Hey... we're doing business here, who's coming?"

"Haha, do you think anyone can do business?"

"What kind of foreign trade company? It also has a foreign name."

No one thinks highly of this shop.

The location is remote, the name is confusing, and the family doesn't look like they can do business.

Yao Xingyuan ignored them at all.

Yao Xingyuan's younger brother couldn't keep his temper and wanted to reply, but Old Yao grabbed his head and said, "Why bother with them?"

Fortunately, not long after, a dilapidated carriage arrived.

"Sir, why are you here? It's not open in the afternoon..." Old Yaotou complained endlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin got out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the red cloth hanging on the plaque, and suddenly jumped up and took it off.

Old Yaotou's eyes widened: "Oh, the auspicious time has not come yet!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't listen to his nagging and waved his hand: "Set off firecrackers."

Yao Xingyuan obviously only cared about Zhao Chuanxin's opinion and didn't listen to his father, so he hurried to light the fire.

There was a crackling sound.

He deliberately took advantage of the merchants who were watching the excitement and suddenly attacked and lit the fire.

The sound of firecrackers startled them.

This counts as opening.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away and looked at Yao Xingyuan with a smile: "Has the goods been put into storage?"

Yao Xingyuan nodded: "Secretary Cui helped contact the workers to unload the goods from the station. When my arm gets better, I won't have to waste the money by hiring workers, and my brothers and father can move it."

The warehouse is full of tea from Daba Gong of Hankou and silk shipped by Liu Jinzao from Nanxun.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the three Yao family masters. They were not wearing much, but they were not cold, and there was a slight sweat on their foreheads, indicating that they had just worked.

He waved his hand: "It's not less than those three melons and two dates. Do you know that my family has such conditions? Go back to your government office and find the head office of the accounting office Levi, and ask her to recommend someone who can do accounting. Learn how to manage accounts from them, and I have to take care of the money and goods. The duties that should be paid must not be less, so don’t worry about it."

"Don't worry, sir, we are all real people."

"Haha, how can a serious person talk about it?" Zhao Chuanxin curled his lips. "Okay, I'll go get the goods."

With that said, he handed a bag of gold coins with big eyes to Yao Xingyuan, and then entered the warehouse.

Yao Xingyuan opened the bag and took a look inside.

It was... so yellow that it blinded his eyes.

After a moment, Zhao Chuanxin turned around: "I'm leaving."

Yao Xingyuan went in and saw that the goods were gone.

This...is your first business?

What did I do?

After coming out, Yao Xingyuan's head was still buzzing.

He glanced at the merchant over there, poured the big-eyed gold coins out of the bag in broad daylight, and counted the money in front of everyone: "Dad, we have made our first business, and from now on this money will be the purchase price!"

Old Yaotou wanted to stop his son from showing off his wealth.

Wealth is not revealed in vain.

Yao Xingyuan pointed at Wu Ye, the deputy chief office of the Lubin Prefecture Patrol Bureau who was arriving: "What are you afraid of? Who dares to care about our family's money? Do you want to die? If we want to stand firm, we have to show them what we can do." .”

After Zhao Chuanxin received the goods, he transported them directly back to his home warehouse.

In the afternoon, I practiced swordplay for a while, and was beaten to pieces when fighting against the Level 62 Desert Emperor.

After holding back his anger, he returned to Lubin Mansion. Zhang Shouzeng came to him with a red face: "Sir, it's a happy event, a happy event..."