[Zhong Qiongyao] Laowu does not have barbecued pork

After learning about the third mission, Yongqi's carriage also arrived at Prince He's Mansion.Although Grandet vowed that there would be no problem with the construction of Longyuan Building, when he saw so many elderly people in the reception hall of Prince He Prince's Mansion, especially many of them were old accountants who participated in the construction of Longyuan Building. The steward still couldn't help but thumped in his heart.

After hastily meeting Hong Zhou, Yong Qi asked anxiously, "Uncle Wu, what's the matter? Could it be that there is something wrong with Longyuan Tower?"

"Haha, it's all right." With a bright smile on Hong Zhou's face, it didn't look like something was wrong, and he pointed at the old men, "These old guys want to see you today, uncle, I'm just building a bridge for you. You first Talking, I'm leaving."

After Hong Zhou finished speaking, he walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.Yong Qi squinted and looked at the past, is it an illusion, why does it feel like Fifth Uncle is running away?

Soon Yongqi knew that this was not an illusion.

Because as soon as he turned his head, he saw those old accountants and old stewards all staring at him with bright eyes, like a hungry wolf staring at a delicious little white sheep.

Yongqi took a step back subconsciously, swallowed, cupped her hands, and took another step forward, at least putting on the appearance of a respectful corporal: "I don't know if you old gentlemen have any advice?"

Several old gentlemen looked at each other, and finally pushed out a person who was probably the most respected person to come forward and talk.

The old man didn't hold back, and took out a stack of papers that looked quite familiar: "Caomin overstepped the rules, dare to ask Fifth Brother, did you write these? There are many things that Caomin still don't understand, such as Say, look at the performance here, the human resource management here, and the..."

Seeing the old man talking while flipping the paper, Yong Qi stopped him with a big head: "To tell the truth, old gentlemen, Yong Qi has been studying for ten years in vain, but he still doesn't understand. Besides, this book It was taught by others, and in my opinion, it cannot be explained by a subset of classics and history.”

The old gentleman was stunned for a moment, and then asked again: "May I ask where the fifth elder brother lives now?"

"Is this..." Yong Qi pondered for a while, and wanted to tell them that it was in her head, but she would not be responsible for relaying it to save them from worrying about it. Is she afraid of scaring the old man, or is she talking nonsense: "That person He was already seriously ill when he met me, and now he is long gone."

Grandet jumped up immediately: "You're just dead!" ]

Yong Qi smiled secretly: [You really are watching and listening all the time. ]

[……snort. ] Grandet snorted awkwardly, but fell silent again.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!" The old gentleman held the stack of papers and exchanged glances with the others, feeling extremely regretful.

"Is this information really so useful?" Yong Qi found it interesting. Although he also knew that the things Grandet gave him must be good, but he couldn't understand it, and couldn't feel the advantages.

The old accountant touched his beard, squinted his eyes and nodded: "It can be called the golden rule!"

Grandet quickly reminded: [Don't forget to remind them that this thing has limitations at this time, and it is absolutely impossible to follow the script. ]

After all, these materials are the business philosophy summed up by the practice of later generations. Although many rules still exist, those old people who have been working in this field for a lifetime are quite touched when they see it. It's like this", but it doesn't fully apply, so I made this statement.

Yongqi listened and went in, and while talking to the old gentlemen, she was puzzled and said: [... At this time?What's the meaning?When are there no limitations? ]

[Wait until there is no emperor, or when the emperor has no power. ]

Yong Qi is funny: [There is no emperor or the emperor has no power? ?Isn't the world in chaos?Even if I don't know much about economics, I know that the wartime economy is a complete mess, okay? ]

[Who said that the emperor has no power or that the world will be in chaos when there is no emperor?That's how rare you are!The British king has no power, but in the end, the national power is strong, and you beat the shit out of your Qing... um——] Grandet quickly stopped talking here.

[Beat the shit out of Da Qing? ] Yong Qi was still holding the idea of ​​making a joke of Grandet, but when she heard this, she suddenly changed color, [What's going on, please tell me clearly! ]

[can not say! ]

[say clearly! ]

Then there was silence again.

Yong Qi also knew that it was probably a matter of secrets not being leaked, and she didn't want to force Grandet anymore, but her mood was obviously depressed because of those words, and she didn't have the heart to talk to these old gentlemen, so she made it clear that these things are rare in the world today. I personally understand: "I can only trouble you old gentlemen to figure it out for yourself. However, I have also heard that Jin, Hui and Guangdong and Guangxi are economically prosperous, and I can copy a few copies for your reference. Although I don't know how to do business, I also know that money Circulation is like flowing water, and we can gain greater benefits by converging into vast rivers and seas, so there is no need to hide it. There is only one thing, this material is not completely applicable today, and you must remind others. If you have gained something, you can probably share it Shuli said it."

The status of a businessman is low, even if he researched something, it was just borrowed and passed on by the merchants. Everyone only regarded Yongqi's "publishing a book and setting up a theory" as a joke, and they just laughed along with him.

After Yongqi finished explaining, she hurriedly bid farewell to Hongzhou, and then drove straight to the palace.

After returning to the palace, Yongqi went straight to the studio next to the imperial garden. Fortunately, it was still early in the day and the studio had not yet closed.

That's right, he came here this time to find Castiglione, the court studio in Europa. Although Grandet didn't want to go into details, he was still very happy that Lao Shizi's British future would beat the shit out of the Qing Dynasty. disturbed.

In the studio, Castiglione happened to have just finished the painting in his hand, and when he was reviewing with his arms crossed to see if there was anything that needed to be revised, he heard that the Fifth Prince, who was most favored by the Eastern Emperor, was visiting.He hurriedly asked the attendant to invite him into the tea room to treat him well, and then he went out after washing his hands and face and changing his clothes.

There are also several still life paintings hanging in the tea room, and the young man who is said to be the fifth elder brother is standing in front of the paintings, as if admiring them.

In fact, as a Western painter, living in the East, a place where aesthetics are completely two extremes, is not a good thing for the improvement of painting skills, but fortunately, he is not a genius in the process of painting. No, here, at least His Majesty the Supreme Emperor respects him enough, and his life is good enough, and looking at the experience of many predecessors, he probably can enjoy the honor even after death. In this regard, the little aesthetic difference between the East and the West Nor is it intolerable.

"The next official sees His Highness the Prince." After so many years, he has learned the etiquette of the Qing Dynasty very well.

"Mr. Lang, please don't be too polite." Yong Qi gave a little support with a smile.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness." Lang Shining couldn't help but think in his heart, this is probably a very kind His Royal Highness.

"Mr. Lang's paintings are very similar, just like the real thing." Yongqi looked at the paintings and commented with a smile, "It's just that in the Qing Dynasty, no one would appreciate this kind of resemblance, right?"

Lang Shining didn't know what Yong Qi meant, so he could only keep silent.

Yong Qi didn't mind, and continued: "But in your Sicily, or even in the whole of Europe, I'm afraid you can't appreciate Chinese freehand brushwork, right?"

Then he knocked on the pineapple wood frame of those paintings, as if talking to himself: "Just because of the distance, the difference in painting between the East and the West can be so great. What about other places?"

"Other local differences are of course enormous."

"Oh?" Yong Qi sat down at the table, motioning for Castiglione to sit down too, "It's still early, can Mr. Lang explain in detail?"

Although he didn't know Yong Qi's plan, Lang Shining still sat down according to the other party's advice, and then talked about various aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation, which was quite interesting, and Yong Qi listened with great interest. Those strange customs that are different from his own are not disgusting at all. Seeing that Lang Shining said that he was thirsty, he thoughtfully handed him a cup of tea.

Castiglione drank the tea, and immediately smiled again: "Tea is very expensive in Sicily. Most of it is brought from India for sale by the English. It is very delicious and very rare."

Hearing this similar pronunciation, Yong Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and drank tea to hide his gaffe: "Is England? It is a very powerful country that can transport things so far from India?"

"...not that strong." Listening to Yong Qi's words, Lang Shining muttered a little awkwardly, and then had to admit: "However, England is now known as the British Empire, and it is one of the fastest-rising countries. In fact, it was very weak in the past. Think about our Great Roman Empire back then..."

Listening to Lang Shining talking about his former motherland with pride, Yong Qi's heart became more and more restless. A country that was so weak in the past will be able to beat the shit out of the Qing Dynasty in the future. How can he calm down with his hesitant appearance, perhaps more serious, such as destruction?

Castiglione was talking, but he still couldn't help bringing the topic back to England, which can no longer be ignored: "... I heard that the power of King George II of England is restricted by the prime minister of the cabinet, unlike the emperor of China who can completely Command the prime minister, of course, and so do the other kings of Europa, so the British king is called a 'false monarch'. But I'm just a painter, and I don't know much about these political things."

An emperor with almost no power!Is there really?Listening to Lang Shining's narration, Yong Qi already had a huge wave in her heart, but she still wanted to suppress it so that no one could find out.

When it was almost finished, and it was almost time for Castiglione to leave the palace, Yong Qi, who had already heard what she wanted, said goodbye and left.

British Empire.Tomorrow, he will go to the library to look for it. He wants to see what a country that will be more powerful than the Qing Dynasty will look like in the future!

The author has something to say: Ding——Congratulations to the author for triggering the task of strengthening the country

Damn, every time I write about Qing Chuan, I have to write about the strong country, am I tired of it?

But, I can’t help it QAQ

Thanks to the author, let's talk about the hand grenade thrown by the pro in life. It's so surprising.

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The author who was about to die of poverty ran away crying T^T