After starting from Lingzhou, we continued southward, passing Qingtong Gorge and passing through Weizhou. Zhao Ran asked Mingjue on the way: "Master, what is the purpose of buying my Junshan shares? Is it possible that you really intend to play with it? Let's talk about it first.
Every year is an opportunity for Junshan to develop greatly, and we will definitely not pay dividends."
Ming Jue said: "To be honest with you, Taoist Master, this humble monk is a little bit dissatisfied with Jue Yuan's profit-seeking attitude. Secondly, he plans to take these stocks to Jinbo Auction House to try and see if he can make some money at the auction."
Zhao Ran couldn't help laughing and asked: "Master, do you think we can get a high price? Will anyone buy it? You know, Junshan shares are different from Tianma Pharmaceutical. Tianma Pharmaceutical is in Xingqing, so you can see and touch it."
, the elixir produced can really cure diseases, and it can also pay dividends. As for Junshan Pharmaceuticals, at least for now, it is impossible to cash in the silver dividends, let alone in the Ming Dynasty."
Mingjue said: "I remember that two years ago, I had several conversations with Shopkeeper Liang of Jinbo Auction House. I learned a little about stocks. In the past two years, I have visited many times and contacted many Tianma Pharmaceuticals.
The buying and selling of stocks. The poor monk believes that stocks are something that even the poor monks cannot understand. To a large extent, how much money can be sold does not depend on how many dividends are distributed every year, does not depend on how many workshops there are, and does not care.
Where to build the workshop, shopkeeper Liang said, everything depends on people's hearts, and the poor monk believed it."
Zhao Ran said: "But no one knows about Junshan shares, right? Where does the human heart that the master talks about come from?"
Mingjue looked at Zhao Ran and smiled and said: "No one knows about Junshan shares, but Zhao Zhiran, the Taoist envoy, is known to everyone, not to mention the name of the mountain guest. I will think about this matter carefully after I go back, and then talk to Liang
Let’s discuss it with the shopkeeper and see what we should do.”
Zhao Ran is also looking forward to this. If Mingjue can speculate on Junshan shares, the biggest beneficiary should actually be himself. Then he will split the shares casually, give out shares, etc., and he will make a lot of money out of thin air.
Mingjue added: "Actually, Shopkeeper Liang once said that in addition to Tianma Pharmaceuticals, Jinbo Auction House also wanted to sell the Jinbo Club's stocks, but the Chengdong family may have been unable to do anything in the past two years because of their own problems.
Everything is in a lack of interest, saying that I don’t want to cause trouble... This is understandable... But since Junshan Shares is owned by the Taoist priest, I think the Chengdong family should be willing to consider it."
So Zhao Ran encouraged: "Master, you are good at what you do. If it succeeds, Pindao agrees to use part of the dividends that he has reserved in the past for high-paying transfers."
"What is a high transfer transfer?" Mingjue was puzzled.
"It means ten shares are transferred to fifteen or twenty shares, and five shares are given as bonus. The specific number depends on the stock price." At the moment, Zhao Ran explained in detail the high bonus transfer.
Mingjue couldn't fully understand it for a while, but as soon as the concept of "high delivery and transfer" came out, it sounded unclear, so he said happily: "If so, it would be even better!"
At the end of September, the group arrived in Lintao. Lintao is the transit hub for Xixia's southern battlefield against the Ming Dynasty. There are many large grain stations and baggage transfer yards stationed in Lintao.
The general rear area of the Fujian Military Division.
When he arrived in Lintao, Zhao Ran was keenly aware that Lintao seemed to be busier than when he arrived. Many Xia soldiers were escorting large carts and carts of baggage to the north in groups. They encountered him at least ten times along the way.
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Even Zhang Juzheng felt uneasy. He came up and asked, "Taoist Master, why do you think this is happening? Could it be that the Xia army wants to launch an offensive against our Ming Dynasty?"
Zhao Ran comforted him a few words, called Mingjue over, and asked with a sullen face: "Master, your army is mobilized so frequently. Is there something big happening? Is it aimed at my Ming Dynasty?"
Mingjue immediately denied it, but Zhao Ran certainly couldn't be fooled by his flippant "It's not aimed at Ming Dynasty", and the two sides immediately had a dispute over this.
The dispute ended with Zhao Ran's words, "If Ming misjudges me, you will be responsible for all the consequences." Mingjue shot the flying talisman at Tianlongyuan, and half an hour later, he got the authorization and gave it to Zhao Ran.
Limited notification.
"This is the dispatch of our Xia army to the northwest. It is not aimed at the Ming Dynasty. Please don't worry, Taoist priest."
"Northwest? What happened to Northwest?"
"It is inconvenient to inform the commander, but I assure you that our Xia army has no plans to launch a large-scale offensive against the Ming Dynasty in the near future."
"In the near future? Master, can you give me an explanation? In the near future, do you mean one month? Three months? Or half a year?"
"this……"
"This issue is very important. If the near future you mentioned is only one month or three months, then our country will enter a proactive offensive and defensive stage."
"A proactive offensive and defensive phase?"
"Master can understand it literally, and there should be no cognitive bias."
Mingjue had no choice but to communicate with Tianlongyuan again. In the evening, he came to Zhao Ran and informed Zhao Ran: "For more than half a year, our Xia army has no plan to attack the Ming Dynasty on a large scale."
"Where exactly is the northwest direction?" Zhao Ran clung to this question.
Perhaps it was authorized by Tianlongyuan, or Mingjue believed that concealing it seriously would lead to Zhao Ran's misjudgment, which would trigger Ming's "active offensive defense", so he still pointed out the place.
"Some Uighur tribesmen are disturbing the local area, so we allocate food, wages and supplies to help the local Xia army clear it up. It is a small disturbance and is not worth mentioning. The Taoist priest is too cautious and sensitive."
Zhao Ran immediately sent this message to Dongfang Li, who replied: "Remember the merits for my junior brother!"
Continuing south from Lintao, adhering to the principle of leaving the country wherever you enter, in early October, the group headed southwest around the Zoige Snow Mountains and swamps, passed through the Animaqing Pass, and was only a few meters away from the Baihe Moon Bay Ferry.
The last few dozen miles are gone.
It was late autumn, and winter weather had already begun to appear on this plateau. The continuous peaks were covered with white snow, and a drizzle of snow and ice fell from the sky.
Although the weather was cold, the Ming people who had been redeemed felt very warm. It was the anticipation of returning home step by step after being away from home for ten years. Zhang Juzheng asked people to open the cart and took out felt jackets for everyone to wear.
On the way, everyone’s steps became more brisk.
Suddenly, from the corner at the foot of the mountain ahead, I saw a lama wearing a broken cap and a golden-red robe coming out of the corner, blocking the middle of the road.
Zhang Juzheng whispered to Zhao Ran: "Taoist Master, could this be Deji Zhugu?"
Zhao Ran nodded: "That's him."
This was the great lama who always accompanied the living Buddha Sangcuo of Tubo, the one who called himself "Deji Zhugu" to Zhang Juzheng that day.