Author: The cat who doesn’t drink water

Zhou Ping slapped the boy on the head. Ten thousand dollars is not enough?

It would be great if it could be sold at this price. If it were delayed any longer, it wouldn't be possible to sell it for even 10,000 yuan.

When the time comes, I will have to jump off the building.

"Yes Yes Yes."

The boy who was beaten also felt aggrieved, covered his head and ran out.

"Ten thousand dollars? The Cui family really dares to sell it. Aren't they afraid of losing their lives?"

Upon hearing the news about the Cui family, the entire market was in an uproar.

"Sell it. Sell it to me for nine thousand yuan. Sell the coal first, otherwise you'll lose it all."

"Someone sold it for 9,000 yuan? For 7,000 yuan, throw it away."

"Six thousand, give me the goods."

The price of coal is like a roller coaster. The price rose in the past few days and fell to the bottom in an instant.

In the end, it even dropped to the original 400 yuan, and no one took the offer at this price.

"It's over."

It was a miserable Saturday, and all five hundred cars of goods were lost.

Now he is finished.

Looking into the distance, Zhou Ping's eyes were full of nostalgia.

He pulled a hemp rope and hung it on the beam, then kicked off his legs.

"Master, shopkeeper Zhou Zhou."

"What happened to Saturday Ping?"

Cui Yuqing looked at the miserable-looking boy and raised his eyebrows.

"Shopkeeper Zhou Zhou committed suicide by hanging from a beam."

"What?"

Upon hearing the news, Cui Yuqing looked dejected and sat on the chair.

"Why did he hang himself from the beam?"

"This is his life. Now we have suffered too much, and someone must stand up and take responsibility for this mistake.

He is the mastermind this time, and only in this way will his wife and children not be implicated."

Cui Yuanjue shook his head. The current situation is that Zhou Ping is destined to die. Who should bear the responsibility for his death?

It must be Cui Yuqing.

So if he commits suicide now, he can be regarded as being loyal to them.

"Hey, please tell me, Zhou Ping's son is in charge of Luoyang Trading Company, and his grandson is allowed to study in the Cui family school.

In addition, Liu Ping’s body should be recovered and buried with dignity.”

Cui Yuqing also sighed, this is all he can do now.

Zhou Ping's death was considered a well-deserved death. All he could do was to be kind to the other party's descendants.

"yes."

The boy nodded and left.

"Your Highness, the price of charcoal has dropped to 400 yuan per car, and it is still trending downward. What should we do?"

When Di Renjie came to Li Yanran, he really didn't expect that the price would collapse so quickly.

A car cost 45,000 yuan, but it dropped to 400 yuan in less than a day. There was still room for price reduction, which really made him feel a little sad.

Li Yanran's move is really cruel. I don't know how many people will hang themselves this time.

"Acquisition, collect them all, but at a price of three hundred yuan."

Li Yanran smiled slightly and played with me like a mantis catching a cicada. You don't know who is the oriole behind this.

"Three hundred dollars? Will they sell it?"

The price of three hundred yuan was really beyond Di Renjie's imagination.

You must know that the other party may have paid more than 40,000 yuan when buying it, but now you want to collect 300 yuan, which is a loss to grandma's family.

"It's just three hundred dollars. They can sell it or not. If not, they can keep it for themselves.

Those things that can be exchanged for real money and silver in our hands are just a bunch of useless things in their hands.

When Zuoyu's production capacity expanded, they couldn't even sell it for 300 yuan.

Besides, they have lost so much, why do they still care about the one hundred dollars?

I'm afraid they are eager for someone to come out and take over."

Li Yanran didn't take it seriously. Now, except for herself, no one in Chang'an would accept this offer.

She is always the banker and has the final power to set prices. These people can only be at their own mercy.

"clear."

Di Renjie nodded and left, immediately spreading the news to Chang'an.

The people who had originally poured coal into the coal mine were filled with resentment when they heard that it was three hundred dollars per cart.

What’s so special is that you are not a human being. When I offered you 45,000 yuan before, you didn’t give me a round, but now you don’t even give me the market price, and you only offer 300 yuan.

"Brother, you have an idea whether to sell it or not. If you still want to continue, we will buy it for five hundred and fifty yuan.

After all, we can’t let Princess Lishan take our money and collect all the coal."

Cui Yuanjue looked at his brother, knowing that he felt uncomfortable.

I originally thought that I could plan ahead and make a fortune, but unexpectedly I was cut off by the other party.

No one is as unjust as himself.

"Forget it, now that I see these coals, I think of Zhou Ping, and fighting with Princess Lishan, I... ugh."

Cui Yuqing shook his head. This coal trade war really made him frustrated.

Especially when his most proud leader committed suicide on Saturday, it was a huge blow to him.

"Brother, look at it with a clear mind, don't be depressed."

After glancing at Cui Yuqing, Cui Yuanjue also patted his shoulder and walked out slowly.

"Go ahead and sell all our five hundred carts of coal."

"yes."

In this way, Li Yanran bought back all the coal in Chang'an without any effort.

Li Yanran made a lot of money every time she went there.

Time flies, and Zuo Yu's actions are also very fast. He recruits people and expands the coal mine, everything is in order.

With financial support, Zuoyu Coal Mine's production capacity finally approached Li Yanran's requirements before winter, reaching a monthly output of 80,000 shi.

After a period of debugging and a monthly income of 100,000 dan, there should be no problem.

A small gust of wind blew, and Li Yanran couldn't help but shiver.

cold.

"Miss."

Li Feng handed over the cloak given by Wu Zetian and put it on Li Yanran's shoulders.

"Li Feng, won't it be too cold this winter?"

Looking up at the sky, she suddenly felt like a charcoal seller.

She tinkered with briquettes for heating in winter. If the winter was not cold, the sales of briquettes would not be very good.

If the winter is too cold, there may not be many people who will survive the winter.

"Miss, go back."

Li Feng shook his head. No matter how cold the winter was, he would be satisfied as long as the young lady was fine.

"Um."

Li Yanran nodded, turned around and returned to the house.

The production of briquettes has filled the warehouse, and the layers are like hills, with no edges visible.

The same goes for the briquette stoves. They are all piled up, just waiting for winter to approach.

Time has entered winter, and Chang'an is also decorated with lanterns and colors, which is extremely gorgeous.
To be continued...