In the years of ancient traders

"This bed is so comfortable, baby!"

"Song Silang, don't be a fool, make an offer quickly, I'll buy this treasure!"

"Go as you go, don't snatch your family property, mine, mine."

"Who doesn't know that your family's business is not good recently? I want to order this treasure, and no one is allowed to snatch it!"

Song Shu seems to have seen the scene of the clearance sale, a group of rich and squires who look like dogs surrounded him, exposing each other's faults, and robbing the ownership of the brown-tied bed.

Thanks to Mr. Fu Xiaolang, he had a preliminary judgment on the value of the bed, and immediately quoted the reserve price: "The starting price for this bed is [-] yuan, and the highest bidder wins. Each bid must be [-] yuan higher than the previous bid."

When Song Shu spoke, all the accountants of Wanghai Building had already entered the venue. These people Song Shu had trained and explained the rules to them in detail. Now when he explained to these gentlemen, everyone understood.

It's just that starting from [-] yuan is really not cheap.

Several people looked at the competitors around the circle, and already retreated in their hearts.They can still afford [-] yuan alone, but each price increase must not be lower than the usual [-] yuan, which is staggering.

How much can this baby finally buy?Many people have already entered the spectator mode, sizing up the "seed players" in the starting field. The next battle will probably be dominated by the richest players in Datu County.

"Just in case."

"Treasurer Wang, eleven thousand dollars."

The crowd split to two sides, a short and fat middle-aged man made an offer, and the clerk at Wanghailou hurriedly sang so loudly that the whole audience could hear it, while the accountant began to record.

Shopkeeper Wang's name is Wang Daqian. He was born in the county and opened a cloth shop. It is said that there are still many semicolons, so he only returned to the county once in a while.

"Treasurer Wang only adds the same amount of money, and it's too stingy." Across a pillar, a woman about [-] years old said, she glanced at shopkeeper Wang, her face turned red, and she didn't know why The beauty of a person is still her words, "I pay fifteen thousand."

"Treasurer Li, [-] yuan." The man sang.

Shopkeeper Li is called Second Sister Li, a salt merchant from another county, and I heard that the background is very hard.

"[-]." Fu Wen was not to be outdone, this was his initial offer, although it was more or less auspicious, he still had to give it a try.

"Twenty-two thousand." Sure enough, Wang Daqian shouted again before the buddy's singing fell.

"Treasurer Wang, 2 yuan."

I don't know if it was because of what he said just now, Wang Daqian did not forget to cast a provocative glance at Second Sister Li after paying the price.

A group of well-to-do people who were onlookers secretly whispered that this price was enough to buy a good horse.

Fuhu Zhang weighed it for a moment, then recalled the comfort of sleeping on that bed, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Twenty-three thousand."

Clerk: "Master Zhang, twenty-three thousand dollars."

After that, there were several quotations. Fu Wen reported [-] yuan, Wang Daqian added two more, and Li Erjie directly called [-] yuan.After a pause, Wang Daqian gritted his teeth and reported [-] yuan, while Second Sister Li shouted another [-] yuan.

At this moment, everyone gasped. This bed, which was neither inlaid with gold nor jade, was actually sold for [-] yuan.

In Chang'an, this price might not be a big deal, but in their Datu County, it is rare to see such a high price transaction.Even if there is, the people who buy and sell are the land that can produce food, or the animals that can work. Such a bed that can only lie down and sleep costs [-] yuan, but it is too extravagant.

Clerk: "Treasurer Li offered [-] yuan, but there is still a price increase?"

The voice of the clerk pierced through the murmured crowd, and the hall was completely silent.Wang Daqian took a step back, Zhang Fuhu shook his head, Fu Wen looked at him flatteringly, and got a piece of the back of his head.

Clerk: "Treasurer Li once."

Clerk: "Master Li twice."

Clerk: "Master Li..."

"Wait a minute."

Yang Jian and the young servant whispered a few words, the young servant took a step forward and said loudly: "My son bids one gold."

There was an uproar.

A piece of gold is a catty of gold, according to the current situation, it is worth a hundred guan, which is more than double the asking price of Second Sister Li.

Buying a bed for [-] yuan, ordinary rich people from Datu County already thought that Yang Jian was crazy.Even Song Shu didn't expect the price of this bed to be so high. It seems that he still underestimated the purchasing power of these rich people.

The brown-tied bed was naturally taken down by Yang Jian, and his servant immediately offered the gold, which seemed to be well prepared.

"Copper coins are too heavy, so I have to prepare gold." Yang Jian said.

"Congratulations, Mr. Yang." Song Shu took the gold and weighed it, it was very heavy.

"Shiro wouldn't think that I paid so much just to buy a bed." Yang Jian smiled.At this time, Yang Jian's servant brought the shopkeeper of Wanghailou over, and led them to the private room courteously.

"What is Mr. Yang going to do?" The hall began to whisper again.

Master Fu waited for the shopkeeper to come out and asked him to ask, but he also waved his hands and said he didn't know, only that Mr. Yang had something to discuss with Song Silang.

Song Shu was also at a loss, and regretted not insisting on bringing Song Anan over.

After sitting down, Yang Jian didn't show off, and directly revealed his intentions.

Song Shu was surprised for a short time, and couldn't help admiring that Yang Jian was indeed a businessman.

It turned out that Yang Jian asked the servant to make the bed before testing the bed in order to understand the structure of the bed.And he found that the secret of the bed is the net in the middle, and the net is made of mountain palm silk.

"Although I still can't see how this bed is made, I have a lot of mountain palm silk. Mountain palm grows in the southwest, and the roads are not smooth in troubled times. You can't find a second one that can make it. The deal is done." Yang Jian said.

Song Shu: "How do you know that I understand how to make this bed?"

Yang Jian: "I guessed it. Of course, if you don't have it, I won't lose. This bed is unparalleled in the world. When I build a better bed frame, I will gather the group of powerful children from the imperial capital to hold an auction and sell it. Thousands of dollars are possible.”

Song Shu: "Then let's sell it."

Yang Jian: "..."

He thought that Song Silang would be envious and jealous when he heard this, but he didn't respond.That's gold, has this farmer seen so much gold?Shouldn't it have said something, or tried to raise the price?

After admiring Yang Jian's stunned face enough, Song Shu finally smiled.

"Mr. Yang, don't be in a hurry to sell it. I know the method of making this bed, but I only know a little bit about it. I still need to discuss it with a master who is familiar with brown silk. I can refer to this finished product to finally come up with a complete method."

Yang Jian: "..."

Generosity, generosity, don't bother with a farmer.

Song Shu: "Just what price does Mr. Yang plan to pay for it?"

"You make a price." Yang Jian said, he wanted to see how much this man could open his mouth like a lion.

"Mr. Yang's subordinates will take [-]% of the profits from all brown-tied beds in the future."

"[-]% profit, you are easy to calculate." Yang Jian was a little convinced, this farmer really couldn't look at it with ordinary eyes, and he knew that asking him for the profit of future business, which is more cost-effective than tens of thousands of gold now.

Yang Jian: "What if I renege on my debt?"

"That's a pity," Song Shu shrugged, "Young Master Yang's reputation may be damaged."

Yang Jian stopped talking.Although there were imperial examinations in this era, the recommendation system has not disappeared. A good reputation can be exchanged for an official position, which makes the whole society pay special attention to reputation.Yang Jian, who was born in a powerful family, knew better how much convenience a good reputation would bring. Even if he didn't want to be an official, he didn't want to be stigmatized for not keeping promises.

This kid knows his weakness very well.

50% profit is impossible, Yang Jian and Song Shu fought several times, and finally locked the price at [-]% profit, the time limit is [-] years.Song Shu was very satisfied with this, and signed a contract with Yang Jian that day.

When returning to Xianghe Village, Song Shu visited a carriage.

According to the previous agreement, [-]% of the money from the auction was given to Wanghailou as a thank you gift.Song Shu exchanged the consistent cash with them again, and put it in the space at the moment. He took out the contract with Yang Jian and looked at it carefully, heaving a sigh of relief.Although the brown-tied bed business cannot start immediately, it is a long-term income. As long as Yang Jian abides by the contract, the Song family will not have to worry about their livelihood in the future.

And this lot of gold and cash is enough to start his future plan-opening an oil factory.

He really has had enough of a life of clear soup and little water!

Before going back, Song Shu bought hoofs, bacon, and bamboo shoots at the market in the county seat. With money in hand, he finally dared to openly eat meat.

When the carriage arrived in the village, it naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"Whose car is this?"

"Song Silang! I heard from Zhang Fuhu's nanny that Song Silang made a lot of money today."

"How cruel?"

"Speak out and scare you to death."

"You should hurry up and see if we can be scared to death."

"I heard." The speaker deliberately lowered his voice, and the people around him gathered tightly, "I heard that Song Silang's bed sold for a gold."

"One catty? One catty what?"

"A catty of gold!"

The villagers were all stunned.

Gold, something they will never see in their lifetime, Song Silang actually made a catty in one go!

Because of the steamed bun business, people from several nearby villages often came to Xianghe, and the news quickly spread around with their movements.

Immediately afterwards, the grand occasion of the auction that day was also known from various channels.

A guy from Wanghailou said that his boss admired Song Silang so much that he wished he had another daughter to marry him.

A groom of a wealthy businessman said that Song Silang's treasure attracted a crowd of rich and noble people to snatch it up. If the guys hadn't stopped him, a fight would have started on the spot.

A soup cake seller downstairs in Wanghai said that when Song Silang came out, his clothes bulged into a big bag, which must be the catty of gold.

The villagers of Xianghe Village also immediately became favorites. When they saw them, all the villages would inquire about Song Shu, which made them very proud.Such a great person is in his own village, as if his own size has become different.Once they were happy, of course they would never be stingy with their words. Even the past of Song Shu lying on the sill of the school window to eavesdrop when he was a child was spread all over the world.

Song Silang is only fourteen years old, so he might be able to become a big business like the Fu family in another five or ten years.A villager from Xianghe Village said so.

Song Shu got off the carriage and went home. He was so exhausted that he collapsed on the straw mat in the main room, but he didn't know that his deeds of the day were already being circulated outside.

Sanniang was also surprised to see him come back with his hoof in hand, and asked the whole story carefully.Song Shu stuffed her with half the money, and told her to add things to the little ones, and then tell him if it wasn't enough.

He also gave Sanniang hooves and other things, and asked her to stew them all. The younger ones surrounded the stove excitedly. Call.

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