Gao Deyong sighed and put the letter Wu Anguo gave him on the table. The little beauty Qing'er tiptoed behind him, and Rouyi gently danced on the fat meat behind Gao Fatty's neck. The fat man closed his eyes and enjoyed the tenderness of the moment comfortably. In the glass cup under the sun, the leaves of two cups of spring tea floated up and down, emitting an intoxicating fragrance.

From the bottom of his heart, Gao Deyong was unwilling to go to the capital. The matter of Timur's entrusting him to buy artillery has been successfully completed, and the envoy sent by Timur also returned with the friendship and promises of the Ming Dynasty. As a friend, Gao Deyong had already fulfilled his promise and could bid farewell to Peking and embark on the road to inspect the business, but this time he could not make up his mind to leave. The merchant had no national borders, from Peking to Helin, crossed the vast sea of ​​thousands of miles to Thunderstone City, and then carried the camel caravan west to a farther place. The wealth of the world was the driving force for Gao Deyong to advance. He didn't have to worry about his business names scattered in various countries, just like he was scattered in

Like usury money banks in various places in the Ming Dynasty, he had carefully arranged tribe members to take care of each place. As long as he inspected every one or two years, he could control the overall situation. He could also ignore the imperial edict. After all, he had the title of aristocratic title given to him by Timur, and he could claim to be a foreigner. However, after living with Wu Anguo and others, he spent more than half a year to sort out the rules of the Beijing stock market with the Zhan brothers, so that the Beiping stock market could be reborn in the ashes. Gao Deyong unknowingly regarded this place as his home. He was used to wandering and suddenly wanted to calm down and take a good look at the land in his dream.

The emperor issued an order to summon himself to the capital to meet the saint. Qing'er was also traveling with him. This little girl who was ignorant of the sky and the earth was very excited to see the legendary emperor and Jiangnan. She had prepared countless outfits these days. Do you think this is west of Persia? You can let you make trouble. This is the Central Plains, and the daughter of a good family must be locked in the embroidery building since childhood and cannot leave the second door. Gao Deyong found that the hard work he spent on Qing'er over the years was gradually fading, and his youth and time stripped away the disguise imposed on the little girl. The bold and active nature of Western women was more and more obvious on Qing'er, making her as beautiful as lilies in the summer wilderness. It is like a tiger. Is it so fun to be a saint in Beijing? Since ancient times, there has been a businessman in the Central Plains who can stand in the court and have a good end.

"Master Gao, why are you annoying?" Qing'er obediently pinched the fat man's neck, put his big head in his arms with his palms, and gently rubbed his two thumbs on his left and right temples.

"Beijing City", the fat man snorted comfortably, "I don't know if I should go. Strictly speaking, I can't be considered a citizen of the Ming Dynasty, and I can ignore this imperial edict"!

"Is there any danger in the capital? The emperor asks you for some discounts. If we please the emperor, our business will be more convenient in the Ming Dynasty." Qing'er asked in confusion while giving the fat man massage. She is no longer a slave to Gao Deyong. After returning from Henan, Gao's favor was repaid, and had already returned her to her for sale, and signed a very detailed contract with her. Among all Fat Man's industries, Qing'er has half a share, although only one-twentieth, but it has been a wealth that has been spent in dozens of lives in ordinary families. Gao's few relatives almost quarreled with the fat man for this. They sold the fat man for decades, and their shares in the Gao family's industry were not as high as half of Qing'er.

Qing'er likes to take care of the fat man. She seems to be used to the days of accompanying the fat man to serve him tea and water. The change in status has not changed her life at all.

"The benefits are great and the risks are also great. It is different from the places in the west. Since ancient times, the Central Plains have only valued scholars. We businessmen are not able to get on the table. This place in Peking is an exception." The fat man whispered to Qing'er's question. Xu Zhichen, the owner of Xu Jibiao No., has sent people to urge him several times and asked him when he was about to stop working. The fat man always refused to let go of the money shop because there were still remaining accounts in the bank. Fortunately, Zhan Zhen was not very keen on Shangjing. The Zhan family undertaken the construction of cement horses from Peking to Liaoyang.

The road project has entered the last moment this year. The two brothers spent all their energy on restructuring the stock market in the spring. The Zhan family's business was handed over to the hired shopkeepers. Now, half of the summer is over. If you don't have any more thoughts, you will break your promise to His Highness Yan and Zhenbei Jun at the end of the year. The contract says it clearly. The second son Zhan Yi didn't even attend the stock market ceremony for this contract. As soon as the terms were passed, he hurried to Liaodong to supervise the worker.

Among the four people who were summoned to Beijing this time, except for Qing'er, Xu Zhichen is the most active. Xu Jibiaohao is connected to the north and south. In recent years, many government silvers have been entrusted to exchange for exchanges, and Lijin alone has made a lot of money every year. If he can get the emperor's eyes, Xu Jibiaohao may be able to bear more official transactions. General Chang Mao, who recently joined the Northern Army of Wei, revealed in his letter that he was determined to establish the same insurance business as the Northern Army of Wei, as the Northern Army of Zhen, in his letter, if other armies follow suit, or can convince Zhu Yuanzhang to let the six armies join the insurance uniformly, the Xu family's money will be profitable. So Xu Zhichen repeatedly urged Gao and Zhan to delay it again and again. Fortunately, the governor Guo Pu did not intervene, and the fat man could delay for a few days and carefully plan various countermeasures that may arise.

"But didn't you say that wealth and honor are in danger? If we take more risks, we will naturally have more profits. Can the capital be more dangerous than the chaos in the river?" Pressing the finger on Fatty Gao's head, Qing'er used his movements to remind Fatty Gao not to miss the business opportunities.

"God knows, look at Master Wu's letter. None of the problems mentioned here are easy to deal with. Let's go, it's okay to come up with the right idea. If you accidentally say the wrong thing, you still don't know what the result will end." Fatty Gao gently patted Qing'er's hand and expressed his gratitude to her.

Qing'er had already figured out the contents of Wu'an Guo's letter, slowly moved his fingers away from Gao Deyong's head, and while smacking his back, he suggested with a low suggestion: "The gentleman who invited me to teach me back then said that the Central Plains was not afraid of poverty, but fear of inequality. Last year, I filed a complaint for you in Beijing. Along the way, I saw severe famines and many people starved to death, but the restaurants on the roadside were still lively, and rich families still spent time. I think the prices have risen, and those who can't live are still poor people, so the rich families don't care about increasing this daily expense. So I think that if the silver in the pockets of the rich can be taken out and divided into the pockets of the poor, or the court takes some from the treasury to subsidize the poor, the price increase will not be a big problem."

"This is what I'm afraid of. The master of the Central Plains is from begging for food. He explains his life experience very clearly in his imperial edict. Once he has the idea you just said, to be equal to the wealth and poverty, he will start from the rich and poor people. He cannot move the nobles in the capital because those guys are pillars of the country. He cannot move the local tyrants. Those people are the cornerstones of the country, and they must be careful to stir up trouble. The best thing to do is to us merchants without roots. Don't look at Lao Xu who is happy at this moment. When he arrives in the capital, the emperor said, "Xu Qing, I am worried about the lives of the people. Can you do some effort to share my worries for me?" He can't even find a place to cry." Gao Deyong dragged the long voice to learn a sarcastic tone, mocking Xu Zhichen's stupidity of being passionate about fame and fortune.

"It won't be as serious as my master said, right?" Qing'er spitted out her bright red tongue in front of the mirror, "Is the emperor of the Central Plains unreasonable? He just takes other people's money at will, isn't it just robbing it?"

"If the emperor reasoned with the people, would he still be the emperor?" Gao Deyong said worriedly, "It would be good if you can make it clear. I am afraid that it will be accused of you just to seize your property. Since ancient times, it is not new to be killed by a family of families because of a lot of money."

"Is there no king's law?" Qing'er was startled by the fat man's words, and raised her voice in disbelief and asked.

"Since ancient times, the punishment here has not been given to the doctor, let alone the emperor. Besides, what the emperor said is the king's law. The king lets the ministers die and the ministers die. It is different from the Christian countries in the west. If you have to rack your brains to find reasons to kill people."

The hand on her back slowly stopped moving, and most of her understanding of the Central Plains was still stopped in the book. Qing'er could not imagine what Gao Fatty said. In her original vision, the mountains and rivers in the south of the Yangtze River were beautiful, the country was peaceful and the people were safe, and it was an orderly place where people could treat each other fairly as everyone in Peking. Now, the beautiful scenery gradually blurred and became solemn in her mind.

Holding the hand behind him and gently put him on his shoulders, Gao Deyong sighed and added, "This place is like most areas. The law is just a means for kings to govern the people. There has never been a law that once stipulates that the people have any power. Your money belongs to the king, and he can take whatever he wants, and there is no need to ask you. When you meet the emperor, you are smart and reasonable, the people will be blessed. If the emperor refuses to reason, no one can do anything to him. That's why I have to be more careful."

"Then let's go. I won't go to Jiangnan anymore. Let's go to a place where I can make money with peace of mind." Qing'er used her fingers to smooth out the wrinkles in the corners of her fat man's eyes and said gently.

"If there were, I would have gone long ago, and I wouldn't have to be the most profiteer now." Gao Deyong held Qing'er's hand and recited an ancient poem that Qing'er didn't understand, "Perfect land, happy land, I have what I have. Who will be the eternal name for you?" In his youthful dream, he must be a rich man, because the richer he is, the more stable his life is. Now he is almost rich in the Western Regions, but what about his heart, is he at ease? Who can tell clearly?

"Master, I want me to tell you why these people in Peking didn't find a way to make Lord Wu their king, and then let him establish a law that stipulates that private property cannot be violated." There was no one else in the room, and Qing'er boldly proposed to Fatty Gao.

As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man's spine was straight straight, and his big hand tightly held Qing'er's wrist until the latter moaned in a low voice, he realized that he had lost his composure and slowly relaxed his palms. "Don't talk nonsense, you will kill Lord Wu and everyone." He showed a warning in his tone.

"I know, damn guy, I'm just talking casually, why are you doing so anxious?" Qing'er rubbed her wrist while whispering torture.

"You can't say it, you can't even think about it. Do you think this is looking for a partner in a business? You can find whoever is suitable," the fat man scolded nervously.

"Okay, I won't say it, I won't even think about it." Qing'er heard the stern and soft voice of Gao Deyong coaxed him to turn around.

"After going to the capital, you are not allowed to talk nonsense. You are acting in my eyes." Fatty Gao slowed down and ordered uneasyly. The capital still needs to go. Even if you don't give the emperor face, Wu Anguo's face must be given. Although he is not his friend, at least for him, he has received respect that he has never had elsewhere. In Gao Deyong's eyes, this respect is brighter than a pile of gold.

"Yes, master, Qing'er understands it." The playful tone made Gao Deyong unable to lower his face and say heavy words. A wave of warmth and softness came from behind. Qing'er's whole body lay on his shoulders, and her arms tightly hugged his broad body.

Helplessly, he watched her grow up and wanted to cultivate her into a perfect product to sell it to others, but he accidentally hit her in his hand. Fatty Gao closed his eyes and carefully experienced the heavy tenderness behind him. After a long time, he asked tentatively: "Qing'er, can you marry me?"

A dreamlike voice said in Gao Deyong's ear: "Be your tenth wife? Master, you are not satisfied with this?"

Gao Deyong wrapped his big palm around the jade hand that was tightly locked in his chest and whispered: "I know this is a bit aggrieved by you. Madam is in poor health. When she passes away, can't I just straighten you?"

The body behind him was obviously stiff, but the answer disappointed the fat man as usual: "Master, so I can be your slave who doesn't have to pay, right?"

Sighing, Fatty Gao was a little unhappy: "After you do your work, can't I still pay you the salary as I do now? I'm a little rich man?"

"No", the voice behind it makes people wonder what she is saying, and the strange logic makes Gao Deyong, a person who claims to be the Golden Brain, cannot understand it, "Master, I won't be your concubine, don't force me, okay? I like this now."

"Now in this way, Qing'er, listen to me, I'm not forcing you, I just want to give you a title," Gao Deyong said in a rare and solemn tone. "If you don't believe it, I promise you to swear in the name of your God, that omnipotent God."
Chapter completed!