Chapter 1604 once again refreshed Boss Kong’s understanding of the magical leaves of the East (please subscribe)

Li Dejiang had a dark look on his face, but he couldn't refute it. Let alone say that he really hadn't considered this aspect of the issue.

But, why is this guy Cheng Sanlang so ugly when he talks, so damn beautiful, well... But then again.

Among my brothers, I am the most handsome and handsome, and the most favored by my parents.

Unfortunately, now, their love has been transferred to those two naughty children, which makes Li Dejiang very unhappy.

"By the way, Boss Hu, what's your name?"

"...The villain's name is Julius Conti." Boss Hu, who had been called by Cheng Sanlang for many years, had red eyes.

"Conti? Okay, old Kong, tell me, how much money do you owe?"

Hu, um... Boss Kong was stunned, and subconsciously said the amount that he would never be able to earn from selling barbecue in his lifetime.

"It's about four talents of gold. When converted to the weight of our Tang Dynasty, it's about two hundred and forty fifty kilograms of gold.

That’s about the equivalent of five hundred bolts of top-grade silk.”

"But until now, the villain's accumulation is less than two hundred horses, and this does not include interest..."

Speaking of this, the owner of the famous barbecue shop in front of the Imperial Medical Office almost burst into tears.

Li Dejiang's mouth was so wide that his back molars were exposed, and he murmured something for a long time. "It's so valuable..."

"Of course, this silk is unique to our Tang Dynasty. Hope is the most valuable thing. It was rumored in the Han Dynasty.

At that time, if the silk from our Central Plains was transported to ancient Rome, the predecessor of the Fulin Kingdom, one pound of silk and satin could even be exchanged for one pound of gold."

Cheng Chubi knew that the Western Barbarians preferred to use silk to set prices.

Cheng Chubi couldn't help but have a toothache because he owed so much money for this product. The top-quality silk and satin sold for about fifteen to twenty guan in Chang'an.

Of course, if it was in Shu or in the south of the Yangtze River, it would be about ten strings.

Almost half a catty of gold is worth one piece of silk. If the goose is obedient, five hundred pieces of silk can be exchanged for two hundred and fifty catties of gold.

No wonder so many Western Barbarian merchants were willing to take risks and rush to the Tang Dynasty to do big business.

"Satin is sold by the pound? One pound is exchanged for one pound of gold?!"

Although Li Dejiang was not a greedy person, he couldn't help but breathe heavily when he heard such rumors.

Seeing this scene, Boss Kong, as a nobleman of Fulin Kingdom, nodded seriously and explained.

"This is true. My fathers have also heard the stories passed down by their elders. It is for this reason.

It is only our businessmen from Fulu Country who are willing to travel thousands of miles to come here to do business."

"Because here in the Tang Dynasty, for us people in Fulu, there are treasures and gold everywhere."

"Even a leaf may be an incredible wealth..."

Boss Hu said with a face full of fascination and piety.

Hearing this, Cheng Sanlang couldn't help but feel happy. "Zi Zi, you're not talking about tea, are you?"

"Yes, yes, it's tea. Mr. Cheng, you must also know that we Fufu people are good at making meat, and we also like to eat meat."

"But if you eat too much meat, your stomach will easily feel uncomfortable. But after I tasted the delicious tea here in Chang'an, not only my stomach feels much better, but I also feel very energetic."

Especially in the past few years, the black tea and green tea imported from Jiannan Road have become very popular. Naturally, Boss Kong himself will try some occasionally.

But even though it tastes better than the crude tea I tasted in the past, it is a pity that it is too expensive, and the price in Chang'an is not cheap.

Otherwise, he really wanted to sell all the top-quality silks he had, exchange them for tea, and then transport them back to Constantinople.

Boss Kong is willing to swear to God on his own head that this thing can definitely be sold at a good price in Constantinople, and I am afraid it will not be worse than that silk.

However, he is now just a small barbecue shop owner, with no capital and no ability to pull out a large caravan to engage in international trade.

Listening to Boss Kong's saliva flying, his face full of fascination as he told the story he had to tell with Dongfang Yeye.

As two shareholders of Hantang Commercial Bank, Li Dejiang was somewhat disapproving, but Cheng Sanlang's eyes were bright.

Yes, he remembered, tea, porcelain, silk, these are the commodities that the Chinese nation has used for the longest time in international trade.

Of course, nowadays, a white folded cloth must be added. I am afraid that the Western barbarians are still wearing linen, and only the nobles will be wrapped in silk.

"Come on, come on, Boss Kong, please sit down first, don't get excited, take your time."

"Deng Chengxin, go and bring over the black tea, white tea, dark tea and raw tea that I bought before, and also bring over a tea set."

"..." Boss Kong looked at Cheng Sanlang with a confused face. He had tasted black tea and green tea at least.

But what the hell are black tea and white tea? Could it be that they are two other magical leaves?

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After a while, Deng Chengxin brought a tea tray with a set of tea sets placed on it.

A package was also brought up. After the package was unfolded, four square blocks wrapped in oil paper were revealed.

Cheng Chubi picked up a piece, removed the oil paper on the outermost room, and then removed the cotton paper on the inside.

The tea cake made of pressed arbor tea leaves from Yaozhou was exposed, and was handed to the confused Boss Kong.

"Come on, smell it, feel it, come on, Brother Dejiao, you can smell it too..."

"It smells so fragrant. This, this reminds me of the bacon you made, Brother Xian. It has that smell."

"...This is called the smell of smoke. Well, of course you can call it the smell of bacon."

Cheng Chubi smashed his mouth, then took off a small piece and threw it into the cup and started brewing...

White tea is sweet, and the sweetness reminds people of honey water. This made Li Dejiang and Boss Kong look shocked when they tasted this kind of tea for the first time.

So much so that Li Dejiang thought that Cheng Sanlang had mixed sugar in the tea.

Cheng Chubi ignored this guy and continued to operate, whether it was the freshness and sweetness of white tea or the mellow aftertaste of raw tea.

Time and time again, they refreshed Boss Kong’s understanding of the magical leaves of the East.

Cheng Chubi was murmuring his hometown dialect with great concentration, and Cheng Chubi could only vaguely understand the words he muttered quickly and quickly.

Either it's magical, it's precious, and then it's a gift. Anyway, it's all auspicious words, and it just makes people feel happy to hear them.

Boss Kong looked at these things with some despair, although his current life in Chang'an City can only be regarded as a well-off family at best.
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