Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

Before dawn, the chants on the pier started to be chanted. The neat voice had a strong flavor of Jiaxing, spiritual excitement and physical fatigue. It was repeated over and over again, and Huang Xuan couldn't fall asleep either. Touched his face and got up. Jiang Yisheng woke up a long time ago, and was chatting with the shop assistant outside the door at the moment. Huang Xuan glanced at it indifferently, and then washed up. Shopkeeper Zhu drove over in a carriage very early. Although it was the 16th year of the Republic of China, cars did not seem to be popularized in ordinary life at all, let alone a small shop like Shopkeeper Zhu. Of course, as far as he is concerned, he has no energy to consider such unrealistic problems. These problems are his family that cannot be reached, and Mr. Chiang Kai-shek has not given much thought to them. This morning, the price of grain has risen by 10%. This is the life that shopkeeper Zhu is anxious about. All major grain stores are facing the danger of running out of food. It is rumored that the government will also introduce measures to limit prices. In order to maximize profits, shopkeeper Zhu decided to I rushed over. After drinking enough water, Huang Xuan stretched out from the porter's room, and said to shopkeeper Zhu who just got off the carriage: The shopkeeper is early, my family has already shipped some wheat, let's go and have a look now See? I don't know where Boss Huang's house is? Shopkeeper Zhu immediately cupped his hands to show respect, but the two guys behind him looked dumbfounded. They were guarding the warehouse door before dawn, waiting for a possible fleet to arrive. Fortunately, hundreds of stones of grain have been transported into the warehouse silently. There are no porters, no boats, and not even a single grain of wheat scattered in front of the warehouse door. The two of you looked at me, I looked at you, and shrank their heads to follow behind their shopkeeper. It was not their turn to speak at this moment, so they could only hold back their doubts in their hearts. Huang Xuan walked in front of him shaking his hands, with a nonchalant expression on his face, like a rich man who was out on a trip. In modern film terminology, this seems to be called a real performance. Shopkeeper Zhu humbly took half a step behind, put his arms around his long gown, walked two steps and suddenly said, I wonder how much wheat is coming? The shopkeeper seemed to like the word I don't know, but Huang Xuan He pointed to the warehouse and said, Let's take a look first. The shopkeeper took Huang Xuan's casual answer to heart, and secretly estimated that it seemed to be another one. A rich man with rich clothes and fine food, the noble son who is going to pay the tuition fee. Thinking about it like this, he also had a calculation. Modern seed grains are all excellent varieties cultivated in greenhouses or even greenhouses. The grains are full and the appearance is bright. Compared with their children and grandchildren, the price of these seeds has increased by 5 times. Now, I secretly guessed in my heart that these wheats are better than the rice in the warehouse. Shopkeeper Zhu is well-informed. Although Jiaxing does not grow wheat, he can still tell at a glance that these are seed grains, and the price of such good seed grains is much higher than ordinary grains. As for the origin, he sees After glancing at Huang Xuan who was playing with the grains of wheat, he was not interested in exploring it, it was the boss's business. I don't know the price? Shopkeeper Zhu looked at Huang Xuan eagerly, a little impatiently, but he still looked calm on the surface. Seventy percent of the market price. Huang Xuan raised a finger and said, I'll give you one day to prepare silver coins. I only accept silver dollars and nothing else. For various purposes, merchants do prefer to collect hard currencies such as silver dollars, but raising thousands of dollars a day seems to be a bit difficult for Xieqiao Rice Shop. The shopkeeper Zhu Nuonuo did not respond, and the 30% profit is too attractive. What's more, food prices will only skyrocket in the future, but he doesn't have enough cash to say yes. Huang Xuan didn't see what shopkeeper Zhu was thinking, he just wanted to sell the food quickly, and before shopkeeper Zhu could speak, he said again: For the shopkeeper's trouble, please lend me two warehouses first, can the rent be calculated together? This is no problem. The other party agreed without hesitation. In the past two months, the grain has been sold more, but the harvest has been less, and the warehouses are mostly empty. He looked at Huang Xuan, then at the grain in the warehouse, gritted his teeth, and said: You can just find the little six in the warehouse, can I send the money over at night? Then I'll wait for you. Huang Xuan shrugged and said casually. Shopkeeper Zhu left behind three buddies just like in Huang Xuan's era. The upstream controls the downstream, and the downstream hostages the upstream. Everything depends on who has the advantage in the market. When there is a shortage of food in the market, shopkeeper Zhu gets a large amount of food. The news flew out of the pier like a duck with four wings. Before noon, many shops sent people to wander around the pier area. Huang Xuan pretended not to see it, but stayed in the warehouse with Jiang Yisheng to watch the guys Inventory and weighing of wheat. Lorraine put about 15 tons of wheat, and removed all the packaging bags. In terms of concealing the information of the times, his methods were much simpler and cleaner than Huang Xuan's. According to the current calculation method, these are about 250 stones, and if you count small stones, there will be more. In fact, Shanghai and other places have begun to use the imperial system of measurement, but in Ganpu, the guys are still used to the old-fashioned method. Huang Xuan had a record in his heart, and he wasn't too worried about someone being tricked. He just asked Jiang Yisheng to help him watch, and he walked out. He was impatient with these tedious and specific tasks, and wanted to take a serious look at this changing era. , By the way, see if there is any Fei Cai in front of him or behind him.

If there is enough time, the information provided by Lorraine can bring hundreds of thousands of times of profits, but I don't know if it is because of Huang Xuan's authority or the base capabilities Lorraine has mastered. Lorraine only agreed to let him here Stay for 3 days, and there is no guarantee how much time he can save when he returns home, maybe one day later, maybe three days later, so Huang Xuan didn't dare to stay longer. Looking at the information that Lorraine gave him, Huang Xuan was somewhat moved. The end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century was an era of inspiration. People who had just gone through technological progress, economic crisis, and world war had countless emotions to express, and the results of expression were fascinated by countless collectors in later generations. But fortunately or unfortunately, perhaps precisely because of the outbreak, too much information overwhelms contemporary people, and more of them have not been paid attention to in their lifetimes. The only painting Van Gogh sold was The Red Vineyard. It is said that it was because of his brother Theo's affection. Ao said: Do you believe it? My paintings can be sold for at least 500 francs after my death. However, what everyone expected was that after the 100th anniversary of his death, his painting With 14 Sunflowers Inserted The Vase was auctioned for 48 million US dollars, which was the highest price ever paid for a Western oil painting at that time. In 1890, Van Gogh committed suicide by drinking a bullet. Thirty-seven years later, in 1927, $10,000 was almost enough to buy all of Van Gogh's works. After another 70 years, the total value of these works would be enough to put anyone's name on the Forbes rich list Unfortunately, Huang Xuan didn't have enough time to search for them. Not only Van Gogh, the painters of this era—maybe the painters of the entire era—seldom complacent during their lifetimes, and the prices of their works of art naturally vary greatly. Picasso, Malevich, Henri Rousseau, etc. In terms of money alone, its price has increased hundreds of times, and few investments can have higher returns. However, the reason for Huang Xuan's emotion has nothing to do with the lives of the artists. He just regrets that he doesn't have time to go to Paris to have a look, buy a few volumes and go home. According to the current traffic conditions, even going to Shanghai and Beijing is troublesome If it weren't for this, they could have gone to Qi Baishi and Xu Beihong. Speaking of which, the latter seemed to have just returned to China in April, which was a good time to ask for paintings. Everything is caused by time. Huang Xuan couldn't help but sighed again. He couldn't buy a finished product to take home, because it would conflict with the existing paintings, and if he asked a certain artist to paint two fresh ones for himself, it seemed very wrong. What can be completed in three days, even trying to collect a few paintings that have been lost, is not possible. He sighed, dismissing the tempting thought. I don't know why this little brother sighed? A person beside him suddenly spoke, which startled Huang Xuan. It was just after noon at this moment, and the dock workers were bare-chested, waving their shiny arms and working hard for the dinner. The sound of horns came from a distance, and Huang Xuan settled down. The man in front of him had a beautiful beard, dark beard and hair. Good silk and satin materials are not old, but the temperament is really old. It's all trivial things. Huang Xuan thought to himself, this is not a trivial matter. His heart is bleeding, if he can sell a batch of masterpieces back, he is afraid that he will become the wealthiest among the three generations of the Huang family. At that time, he wanted to buy a sports car, a yacht, and a yacht. Buy a game company... The person in front of him didn't know Huang Xuan's thoughts, he stroked his beard in a cool manner, and said, My little brother is surnamed Huang? That's right. Huang Xuan opened his eyes wide, You are? It's a pity that the same action on a 15-year-old boy can't have the power of his uncle. The other party said with a smile: Old man Zhou Shuming. I heard that a small boss came to Ganpu recently, carrying a thousand stones of grain, so I came here. Oh? I wonder if Boss Huang can give me some more? Zhou Shuming didn't despise Huang Xuan because of Huang Xuan's grade. It's ears, eyes, and hands. Huang Xuan's age is just right for a powerful father. Although Ganpu is a small town, he has seen many such children. Huang Xuan smiled cautiously. He was not used to talking about business when he was not ready, or in other words, he was not used to performing business dramas when he was not rehearsed. Even so, he Still, he glanced around the pier covertly, so as not to suddenly rush out of a group of burly men. The chant on the pier was still going on, Huang Xuan felt that the plot of his movie was a little funny, he turned his gaze back and kept smiling and said, It's not impossible, it's just... If it's about the inclined bridge rice shop, the old man still has some face, You don't need to worry, Young Master Huang. Zhou Shuming called him three times in a row, Huang Xuan shook his head amusedly and said, I'm not worried about shopkeeper Zhu, but because I have other things to do here, and I don't want to trouble you. What's the matter? Would you like to talk to the old man? Huang Xuan was in a mood at the moment, he considered his words, and said: My father loves Chinese studies, and I heard that many books in Jiaxing area have been lost in recent years, which is especially sad. One is to do something for the people in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, and the other is to buy a batch of books back home, and making money is second.” His words were true and false, with a sense of pride that he had cultivated since he was a child, which made Zhou Shu Ming was in doubt, and really couldn't figure out Huang Xuan's identity.

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