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"Oh, I see! Xiongtai is really bold. I'll show you this time, you have to tell me how big a handwriting is." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Kuan's face didn't smile, slanted. Looking at the middle-aged Confucian student. Upon hearing this, the middle-aged scholar immediately gave a thumbs up in his heart. Yan Dalang deserves to be born in a merchant family, and he asked the key point in one sentence. For all wealthy businessmen, when starting a business, the first consideration is not the profitability, but how big the risk is and whether it can be tolerated.

"Actually, the first batch was 100,000 Bingzhou gold coins, and the total number is about 300,000." The middle-aged scholar put his mouth close to Yan Kuan's forehead and ears, and said in a low voice. "Hey! There are so many? It's enough to buy the entire Luoyang City! Once such a number of gold coins are thrown out, they will be detected immediately. Do you think Siwen Cao and Shadow, as well as Da Si Nong and Shao? Does the government eat dry food? No! You are too risky to do this, I can't afford to play with Yankuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Kuan got up and left. He came from a merchant, and he was used to observing people. When he looked at the appearance of a middle-aged Confucian scholar, he knew that without himself, those forged Bingzhou gold coins would never enter the city. Even if they were lucky enough to come in, there would never be such a huge number. That being the case, wouldn't it be better to try to retreat by yourself, and to hang on his appetite?

As soon as Yan Kuan was about to leave, the middle-aged scholar immediately got anxious. He smiled and pressed Yan Kuan. "Well, my Yan Dalang! Don't worry, listen to me telling you in detail, there are more doorways here, and it will never be so simple... You Dalang is a trustworthy person, even if it is. We can’t agree on this deal, and I will definitely not inform Da Sima of our plan. Even if Da Lang goes out, it’s just me! Da Lang is knowledgeable and should understand."

When the voice fell, Yan Kuan immediately changed his color, and he said angrily: "Xiongtai! What are you talking about? I, Yan Dalang, do things with a famous loyalty! Where can I betray a business partner for no reason? The truth? Who do you think of me, Yan Dalang? The business is not righteous, so I can leave the mountains without worrying about firewood. This is the bottom line for the merchants to sit on the board! Since I got the board, I, Yan Dalang This life has no relationship with official career, so I can only earn a little money to survive."

"If I pit you this time, Dalang Yan will become a well-known villain in the world. Without goodwill and credit, what kind of **** business shall I do? Besides, this is nothing more than making money, at most it is greedy for ink. The crime of "I'm not involved in any major military affairs, my old sister's old face, I must be able to keep me from dying. Since I can’t die, what’s wrong with living in prison for three or five years?"

Having missed the official career, what is left is to hold more money, so that I can be a rich man. This is the case with overtones that want to be strict. The middle-aged Confucian student immediately raised his eyebrows. It seems that Mr. Wei did not expect it, but Yan Dalang was full of resentment and depressed at this time. As the world's number one dude, the most resounding uncle of the country, he suffered a board for no reason, and no one could swallow that breath.

"Da Lang, you are also aware of the current situation. Da Sima and the noble family are facing each other, and the tip of the needle is to Mai Mang'er. No one is willing to make concessions, and no one can make concessions. This method of one to sixteen is a method that several big families came up with Yes, after much deliberation, I found Dalang. Our plan is to bring these things in. Once the merchants stop the market, the government will definitely come forward and organize the rescue. Just when the chaos is happening, they will be like water. The unsuccessful Binzhou gold coins have been spent. Hundreds of people have been prepared to buy them. The remaining gold coins will be thrown to those Western merchants or exchanged with the government. Don’t worry, nothing will happen!"

Yan Kuan frowned, thought about it carefully, and then nodded in satisfaction. "This method is still relatively safe, but, have you ever thought about it, this matter will sooner or later be the day when the bag is leaked. You can run, but I can't run Yan Dalang! I'm afraid you have a plan, just let me Yan Dalang goes to top the bag. Let's just open the skylight and talk brightly. What benefit will it give me?"

"Da Lang, after all, you are the brother-in-law of Da Sima, and the family members are also a little unreliable. Later, the big guy figured out a way, every time the goods are shipped into the city, you will be notified temporarily, and you will make arrangements in advance. When the time comes, you can just show up. From that moment on, your side will have to follow our people. In this way, the big guys don’t have to fight against the little ones. Every time the reward is from that one It is paid out of the gold coins approved into the city. In any case, is it gold? As for whether it can be used as a dual purpose, or as a catty, it depends on your ability, Da Lang." The middle-aged scholar said lightly.

"Okay, just do it, I don't know, I can't help but confess you." Yan Kuan thought for a while, and finally nodded. "Let's say, how many can I divide? I, Yan Dalang, tucked my head on the waistband of my pants and worked for you. It won't work if you don't." Yan Kuan sat on the couch, his eyes shining with hot light, like smelling It's like a fishy cat.

"Twenty percent, no more." The middle-aged scholar stretched out **** and asked tentatively. "Fifty percent, no less!" Yan Kuan shook his head like a rattle, and began to ask for prices. "Okay, my Yan Dalang, you are a big lion! Twenty-five percent, and more we will eat soil." The middle-aged scholar is also a good hand, and started paying back the money on the spot.

"Forty percent, no matter how little I am, Yan Dalang won't do it!" Yan Kuan is going to leave again. "Thirty percent, you should always be sympathetic to us." The middle-aged scholar once again held down Yan Kuan, this time he looked much more sophisticated. "Okay! The deal!" Yan Kuan beat the case and finally made a decision. Next, the two discussed some details, and then left the drunk Penglai wine shop separately.

As soon as he walked out of the gate of Drunken Penglai Restaurant, Yan Kuan had a feeling, that was the feeling of thorns on his back. He must have been followed by someone, he secretly said in his heart. Such a big business is about the survival of dozens of families. How could the other party not send someone to follow him? Thought of this. Yan Kuan walked along as a car and walked along the way according to the previous route. It was time to eat and go shopping. Is it possible to say a few jokes with the big girls and the little wives? It's as if you're okay.

While Yan Kuan was bargaining with middle-aged Confucian scholars, something big happened in Luoyang City, the capital of the Han Dynasty.

The ordinary people woke up from their long sleep, and before they had time to freshen up, they carried a basket of vegetables and went to the chicken feather shop in the alley as usual. The meat and vegetables in the chicken feather shop, as well as all kinds of breakfast are good and cheap, and it has always been the favorite place for housewives. I bought the vegetables, rice noodles, and breakfast for a day here, and I can do housework when I get home.

In front of today's chicken feather shop, there is a Moncoro bird. The line that used to be dozens of steps is gone. There are no more vegetables, rice noodles, and breakfast. What awaits the women is a white board dripping with ink. "His third aunt, what's the matter? It's a good chicken feather shop, why doesn't it open today? There are still several people in my house waiting for me to bring breakfast home." A sturdy woman asked suspiciously. "Isn't it? My family is too, what kind of ghost symbol is written on the whiteboard of Rao Shizi?" The third aunt was also puzzled.

"Call Xiaoying, she is in the school, she should be able to recognize characters." said a young wife in her twenties. "That's right, his fifth sister, you have a loud voice, shout Sakura." The third aunt said loudly, her voice is actually not small. After a while, Sakura came. She was only seven or eight years old, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and yawning and walked to the white board.

"This morning, Wu Wu Ke, a student of the imperial family, swears Da Sima for injuring the aristocratic family with his death. The imperial student and the students from the Beijing Normal University have killed and injured dozens. , The merchants went on strike to make Luoyang City a dead city. The shop was unable to buy ingredients, so it had to close down. As for when it opened, the owner didn’t know. Please be considerate of all the villagers and be prepared as soon as possible. I Finished reading."

Sakura finally finished her studies, and she yelled happily, "Strikes? It means that everyone is not going to class. Does it mean that you don't have to go to school today? Okay! I can finally have fun all day long!" Play with your mother's legs! You know how to play every day! If others don't go, you have to go! There is no way out if you don't study!" Sakura's voice fell, and she suffered a horror from her mother.

"Huh? Students go on strike, businessmen strike on the market, so what kind of moth is this?" "Is it because the students have studied a lot, and they have lost their minds? And those businessmen, his grandmother? Bear, if you don't sell goods, whose money are you going to earn?" All of a sudden, the eldest girl and the little wives started to talk about it, and they all scolded businessmen and students.

But cursing, cursing, can't hurt the businessmen and students' hair, but just a few words of cursing, which makes you feel sulking in your heart. Seeing that the chicken feather shop was closed today, everyone changed the subject and started talking about people's livelihood issues. "Don't panic everyone! With Mrs. Zhaoyi's kindness, there will be a way. It is estimated that it will be solved in the evening.

The third aunt waved her right hand and said categorically. "That's right." The crowd echoed the birds and scattered.

The same scene is being staged at the same time in the hundreds of lanes in Luoyang City, the capital of the Han Dynasty.