Nanjing, Jiangjia Winery.
Jiang Dezhong was greeting Zhang Zhou. His father-in-law looked at his son-in-law, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.
"Xian son-in-law, you want to sell all the rice so early? The price on the market is still rising steadily."
Jiang Dezhong was slightly surprised when he learned about Zhang Zhou's intention.
But he was used to it. Recently, his son-in-law always went against the trend and did the opposite of what others did.
Zhang Zhou said: "It can't rise anymore. Besides, Huguang, Jiangxi and other places also have a good harvest of grain. The grain producing areas in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River have heard that grain prices are rising here. There will be a large number of grain ships coming without the court taking action. Then it will be easy." Just smash the goods into your own hands. My son-in-law, I can’t afford the loss."
Jiang Dezhong thought about it for a moment, then nodded with emotion and said: "It makes sense. A business without capital may seem very profitable, but it is not safe! If you are not a good son-in-law, just sell the grain to me!"
If Zhang Zhou wants to sell, there is someone here to buy.
Zhang Zhou said: "Father-in-law, it's not that my son-in-law is trying to offend you. In fact, some things are better to be separated between public and private matters. If I sell it to you, if the food goes up or down, there will always be knots in each other's hearts. Also, I would like to advise you, The disaster in Jiangbei is less severe than expected. Once the market violence is over and the court takes action again, all walks of life in Nanjing will return to normal, and my father-in-law should not engage in speculative trading."
"hehe."
Although Jiang Dezhong admired his son-in-law's previous knowledge, it was impossible for him to completely listen to his son-in-law's words in doing business.
"Bingkuan, I would like to remind you that just selling is not enough. We have to wait for the price of food to get low, collect another batch and fill up the previous holes. If the price of food has not come down by then, it will be worse. It’s gone up, I’m afraid...it’s okay, tell me when the time comes and I will help you.”
Zhang Zhouxin said, you old guy still want to take advantage of me and rob me?
It seems that you want me to be bound to your Jiang family. Have you forgotten that you wanted to break up our couple?
Want to take advantage of me?
no way!
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Zhang Zhou wanted to sell grain through many channels.
The market was full of people wanting to buy grain, and Zhang Zhou found a buyer without any effort.
On the same day, I went to the Jiang's warehouse to bring out grain. As agreed before, I left all the money from the grain sale on the Jiang's counter. After I went back to replenish the grain, I took out the excess money.
Anyway, he is not short of money recently.
After discussing his own business, he calculated that if the food price dropped to the original price, he would make at least 200 taels of profit.
"It looks like a lot, but that's just what it looks like. It's not enough for me to buy a house in the north and the south. It's a little bigger than a family living a good life! The speculative business is over, and it's time to engage in industry."
Zhang Zhou then went to see Ning Tong.
It had been agreed a long time ago that Zhang Zhou went there and found Ning Tong waiting for him upstairs with a maid, and the people driving the carriage were parked far away.
Zhang Zhou was a little uneasy.
If someone knew that he had met alone with the wife of the second son of Duke Chengguo, what would others think?
"Master Zhang, please come inside." The little maid came down from the high platform and welcomed Zhang Zhou up.
The little maid looked pretty, but with blush on her face, she looked weird, like a clown on the stage.
Zhang Zhou thought to himself, maybe I am not suitable for the aesthetics of people these days, but she, a little maid, accompanied her wife to meet guests, why was she so solemn?
I came to ancient times just to admire beauties without makeup. Who should I show this whole thing to?
When they got to the high platform, Ning Tong sat there and prepared a futon for Zhang Zhou outside. Zhang Zhou sat down without being polite.
"Mr. Zhang, have you finally stopped using books to pad your butt?"
Ning Tong's first words surprised Zhang Zhou.
Even if you are not from a scholarly family or a military family, you are from a good family, right? Is it so vulgar to talk straight to your butt or something?
"Haha." Zhang Zhou said, "Mrs. Zhu, let's make a long story short. I'm here to inform you that it's time to ship the goods!"
"oh."
Ning Tong just responded.
It seems that Zhu Feng doesn't care whether her grain is sold or whether she makes money.
Zhang Zhou was very formal and took out the booklet Zhu Feng had given him earlier: "I have calculated that the grain purchased by the Chengguo Duke's government is nearly 100,000 dan. The sale of such a large amount of grain will cause panic in the market. So my opinion is to transport some of the grain to Yangzhou, Suzhou and other places for sale... Madam Zhu, are you listening to what I am saying?"
Ning Tong poured tea by herself, and Zhang Zhou's words seemed to go in one ear and out the other.
Not even a cup of tea was sent here.
She heard the words and said calmly: "I heard it. If it is distributed to other places for sale, there will be people in the house who will help handle it. When I get down from here, I will notify the people in the house."
Zhang Zhouxin said, even if you don't care anymore, the capital and profit of the business are tens of thousands of taels, so you don't care?
"Master Zhang, here is a letter from my husband. He wrote it to you on his way north." Ning Tong said and asked the maid to hand a letter to Zhang Zhou.
Zhang Zhou took it over and found that the letter had been opened.
Ning Tong did not shy away from it: "The Duke's office will not let him write letters to outsiders casually. Please forgive me for unsealing it."
Zhang Zhou really wanted to say, isn't it you who saw it?
"My husband said that the things he agreed with you are already being done. He also said that the memorial has been sent to the capital. What is the specific matter? Why does he want to submit the memorial with you?" Ning Tong asked.
Zhang Zhou read the letter and there wasn't much content in it, but Zhang Zhou also saw that Zhu Feng still trusted him and would notify him of any progress.
He put the letter in his arms and said with a smile: "It's a small thing, not worth mentioning."
"It's all going to be played, or is it just a small matter?"
Ning Tong's tone was very cold.
Zhang Zhouxin said, you, a woman who cares so much about the private lives of Jinlian and Ximen, how can you pretend to be an iceberg beauty in front of me?
"Mrs. Zhu will know later." Of course, Zhang Zhou didn't need to tell Ning Tong this.
Ning Tong said: "Then you promised to bring the scroll here..."
"Oh, I forgot it!"
"you!"
Ning Tong originally wanted to talk to Zhang Zhou in a arrogant manner, but when Zhang Zhou was so fooled, she glared at him and shot her semen at Zhang Zhou.
Zhang Zhou is thick-skinned and is not afraid.
Zhang Zhou got up from the futon, patted his butt and said, "Bring it over later when you have time. I have listed down the specific strategies for selling grain, and it is here. I also ask Mrs. Zhu to sign it and write it down. The receipt, with the time stamped on it, proves that I have informed you of the timing of the transaction, so that I can explain it to Mr. Zhu later!"
"You... don't trust me?" Ning Tong felt that she was being looked down upon.
Zhang Zhou said with a smile: "I don't mean that, but you, the Duke of Chengguo, have a great career, but I am just a common citizen. You can't turn around and be splashed with dirty water when you are entrusted by others to be loyal to others, right?"
"Miss?"
The maid handed the certificate written by Zhang Zhou to Ning Tong and asked Ning Tong whether she wanted to sign it.
What Zhang Zhou didn't quite understand was that the maid had a look of disappointment on her face when delivering the voucher. He couldn't understand this pair of master and servant.
Ning Tong picked up the pen and signed his name on it after hesitating.
After the voucher was sent back, Zhang Zhou smiled and said: "That's good. When we meet next time, I will definitely bring a message to Madam..."
After saying that, Zhang Zhou turned around and went downstairs.
The maid was about to send him off, but she couldn't keep up with Zhang Zhou.
"Miss, he..." The maid looked unhappy, probably because she felt that she was being played by Zhang Zhou.
Ning Tong looked into the distance and said, "He is just a disciple, but he will keep his promises to others?"
Just as she was talking, she turned around and saw what seemed to be a booklet at the top of the stairs.
She pointed at it, and then the maid went over to pick it up. After opening it and looking at it, she was surprised: "Miss, it's the next part of the storybook! How come...it's here?"
Ning Tong took the brochure handed over by the maid, rolled her eyes at the maid and said, "Can't you tell? He deliberately said no, and deliberately left it down, just to say that this brochure has nothing to do with him, he... is full of evil spirits , but it cannot be said that he is a lack of intelligence."
At this point, Ning Tong was not as angry as before. He didn't bother to talk to anyone about selling grains for the time being, so he started reading "The Three Sisters and the Ximen Officials Have to Tell" written by Zhang Zhou on the spot. 》Volume 2.
