On the ninth day of August, Song Che set off from Hangzhou for a Mid-Autumn Festival appointment in Jinling. Since the epidemic had just passed, and with the idea of not going out as much as possible, he did not bring his family with him this time. He only brought some congratulatory gifts with his two assistants.
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"Boss Song, please wait for us! Please wait for us!" Tang Hulu and a dozen businessmen, followed by a long motorcade, came all the way to greet Song Che who had just boarded the passenger ship.
"Boss Tang, take your time, I won't sail the boat." Song Che promised. Afterwards, the merchants and their servants began to move to the ship, carefully carrying the goods.
"Slow down, slow down, these pair of glass vases are tributes to Emperor Liang, so they must not be broken!" Tang Hulu strictly warned the servants moving the goods.
"Boss Tang, are you bringing so many valuable gifts? More than me." Song Che glanced sideways at the wealthy Persian businessman.
Glass vase, is it expensive? Apart from being rare, it doesn't seem to be valuable. This old fox from Persia likes to spend small money to do big things.
Tang Hulu laughed: "No matter what, I represent the Kingdom of Persia. If I bring too few gifts, I will be considered disrespectful to your Majesty the Emperor." He held Song Che's hand again and said gratefully: "Speaking of which, I have to thank Song Che. The boss recommended it to us. In the future, Persia will have many places to cooperate with Daliang. Boss Song, you are the bridge of friendship between Persia and Daliang!" Song Che smiled on the surface, but cursed in his heart: Damn it, I just mentioned After just one mouthful, these guys formed a group and came together. They were really unscrupulous and treacherous, and they took advantage of every opportunity!
However, if Daliang can establish communications with Persia, Dashi and other countries, there will only be advantages and no disadvantages.
"Father, is this the Boss Song you often mentioned to me? I originally thought he was an old man in his forties or fifties, but I didn't expect him to be so young." I saw a Persian man in his early twenties wearing a jeweled headband. The woman stepped forward to hold Tang Hulu's arm, but her eyes kept looking at Song Che.
To say that these Persian women are really naturally charming, just a few glances are like discharges of electricity.
"Uh...who is this?"
"He is my little daughter, her name is Dina. She came to Daliang with the ship last time," Tang Hulu introduced, and then asked: "We Persian women are not as conservative as you in Daliang. My little daughter Dina He likes doing business very much, so I want to take him to Jinling to see the world, Boss Song, this should be no problem, right?" Song Che said he didn't mind.
Unexpectedly, Tang Hulu said another sentence at this time: "Boss Song has a lot of connections in Daliang, and he must also know some dignitaries. My youngest daughter has just turned twenty this year. If she can marry an official in Daliang, I can stay here forever." Let’s live in this beautiful land!” Song Che twitched the corner of his mouth. This was not an insinuation and made him take it for granted.
"Matchmaker"? This old Persian fox is really a profiteer, and he makes all his wishes come true.
"Father! What are you talking about! I'm ignoring you!" Dina blushed and ran away in anger. Persian women are as charming as they are coquettish, and they can be shy even if they are shy.
"Let's set sail!" The sailor raised the sail and set sail for Jinling. ...The passenger ship went north along the canal for three days and three nights, and arrived at the Qinhuai River on the morning of August 12th.
At a glance, you can see the Phoenix Tower with its carved railings and jade walls.
"Boss Tang, this building is called 'Feifeng Building'. It is the largest romantic place in the south. If you are interested, you can go shopping tonight." After getting off the boat, Song Che introduced the customs of Jinling to the merchants while walking. Favor.
After all, he introduced this group of businessmen, and as the owner, he should be a guide. Tang Hulu said seriously: "We Persians believe in God and take the Koran as our life doctrine. Men only marry one wife in their lives and they are loyal to each other. No matter how beautiful a prostitute is, they cannot pollute our pure souls." Uh...
"Song is also a family man, so he can only stay away from such romantic places... However, since I have come to Jinling, I will do my best to be a landlord. Today I will take you to the best restaurant in Jinling City. Yunzhai'eat the duck!" Suyunzhai.
Duck, duck, duck, singing to the sky, white hair floating on the green water, anthurium stirring the clear waves! When Song Che attended the Jinxiu Conference last year, he passed by Jinling and wrote the song "Ode to the Duck" for free meals. This year, it is still hanging at the door of Suyunzhai.
Song Che also planned to show his familiar face at the counter, only to find that the shopkeeper had been replaced by a young man. After asking the young man, he found out that the old shopkeeper had passed away due to illness last year.
There is nothing we can keep in this world. In the blink of an eye, without even noticing, things and people have changed. Song Che led the merchants and prepared to go up to the second floor, but the waiter stopped them with his hand and said, "I'm sorry, sir, the seats on the second floor have been reserved. You'd better stay on the ground floor. The dishes are all the same." It's the same." Song Che didn't embarrass others, let's just go to the ground floor, it just lacks some scenery along the Qinhuai River.
I ordered two tables of dishes with ease and invited all the merchants to take their seats.
"Sir, your accent is not from Jinling, but your ordering is so familiar. It must have been a long time since I visited here?" the waiter asked with a smile.
Song Che said: "I haven't been here for nearly a year. What's wrong?" The waiter said: "It's nothing, but the price of the dishes has increased a bit. I need to tell you in advance to avoid misunderstandings when paying the bill." He then explained: "Now that Jinling has been promoted to the capital, the price of these dishes will naturally increase, but looking at your dress, guest sir, you will not care about these small money people." Song Che said with a smile: "A rising tide lifts all boats. It makes sense.”
"Please wait a moment, sir. The wine and food will be here soon." The waiter poured a cup of tea for them in turn and left.
At this time, Tang Hulu said: "Why did Emperor Liang build his capital in Jinling? Although this city is beautiful, it is still not as good as Chang'an." Other Tibetan merchants also said:
"Yes, if we establish a capital in Chang'an and send troops to open up the ancient Silk Road, it will be more convenient for us to do business."
"In my memory, the Silk Road was full of trading markets. The transactions were harmonious and stable. You can buy special products from various countries there. Unlike today, you can only come to Daliang Kingdom by sailing." This time I came here The Tibetan merchants in Jinling are all business representatives from various countries, and they are all over forty years old. It is precisely because they have experienced the glory of business travel that they can express such unified emotions.
These businessmen who travel all over the country are the ones who can best understand the rise and fall of a dynasty.
"Hmph, are a group of small foreign countries qualified to comment on the national conditions of our Liang Dynasty?" I saw a middle-aged man with a tall stature and a big red hairpin on his head, leading a group of people.
The "delicate and feminine" entourage strutted into Suyunzhai. Something is coming.
