"Smash it and leave?" Pu Shousheng's eyes lit up and he asked quickly, "Where are you going? Are you going back to the Mongolians?"

"Of course not!" Pu Shougeng snorted coldly, "The Mongols are clay Buddhas, and they cannot be protected by themselves. Wouldn't they seek death when they surrender to them?"

"That's right!"

Pu Shousheng suddenly felt relieved. What he was most worried about was that the Pu family was too deep in the Mongols. Now there are Han people from the Dayuan and Central Plains who can knock on bones and marrow, and Semin people can also divide the weight. But anyone with discerning eyes knows that it is only a matter of time before the Mongols are driven out of the Central Plains. By then, if the Han people in the Central Plains cannot eat the ointment and blood, it is time to take the Semin people to surgery!

The oil and water that Semu people scraped in the Central Plains will definitely be spit out with their capital and interests in the future!

Pu Shougeng smiled and said, "I still have this measure. Now I want to fry rice and grain from the Southern Dynasty in order to make a big fortune, and then get hundreds of thousands of kilograms of good steel, and fly far away to the west to make a fortune."

"Hundreds of thousands of kilograms of steel!" Pu Shousheng was stunned and stunned, "Wuzi Steel? Tens of thousands of kilograms?"

"It's not Uzi Steel, it's Nanfen Steel... good steel from Liaodong." As he said that, Pu Shougen stood up and took a large horizontal knife from the wall, pulled the knife out of the scabbard and handed it to Pu Shousheng.

"This kind of steel is Nanfen steel produced in Liaodong. It has a hard texture, is not bad tough, is not easy to break, and has a very large output and is cheap. When it first came out, it was three taels of steel and one tael of silver, but now it has dropped to five taels of steel and one tael of silver. If you can get hundreds of thousands of kilograms to take it to the west, as long as you find a suitable next home, our Pu family will never have to worry about it for several lifetimes."

"Nanfengang..." Pu Shousheng tapped the blade lightly with his fingers, but he did not hear the "clang" sound, as if it was not made up of hundreds of practices.

He frowned, then suddenly waved the big knife and slashed at the Junkan teapot on the table table. With a light clang, he split the teapot in half! Then he took back the big knife and observed the blade carefully. He nodded and took out one end of the handkerchief wrapped in a large horizontal knife, then held the handle in one hand. The blade was wrapped in a handkerchief and folded it with all his strength. The blade bent for a while, but it quickly returned to its original state.

"It's been broken..." Pu Shougeng laughed, "This knife is made of two pieces of Nanfen steel clips and a piece of hard iron, and it has also been quenched. How could it be broken by hand?"

Pu Shousheng nodded, "The fruit is good steel! If you can get 200,000 kilograms to the west, the Mamruks in Delhi and Cairo will give us privileges and protection. But can you buy the steel from Beiming? Are they willing to sell it to us?"

Of course, Nanfen Steel is sold to the public, but the plates released are not big, a few hundred pounds or a few thousand pounds are of course easy to make. This amount is only a dozen to one hundred pairs of plate armor for building, and it is impossible to arm an army. But 200,000 pounds are the Nanfen Steel needed to build 7,000 pairs of plate armor!

How could Chen Dexing put so many plates out at once? And even if he had to put the plates on, he wouldn't be able to put them on the Pu family! Not to mention the door, there was not even a window!

Pu Shougeng smiled and said, "How can I not sell it? At worst, I can exchange 1.5 million stones of rice and grain for 200,000 kilograms of steel."

The current market price of Nanfen Steel is one tael of silver and five taels of steel, which is 16 taels of five taels, which is 0.3125 kilograms. One kilogram of steel is three taels and two kilograms of silver. It is equivalent to about four jin and six hundred cents of copper coins. One kilogram of steel is worth 460,000 jin. Even if the price of steel does not soar due to a large increase, 200,000 jin of Nanfen Steel is worth 920,000 jin of copper coins. Now the value of 1.5 million jin of stone rice is 1.5 million jin of copper coins, which means that Pu Shougeng's exchange did not make money on the surface but lost money.

However, once the 200,000 kilograms of Nanfen steel he exchanged were transported to India or Egypt, it would definitely change the situation in the entire region! The benefits contained in this later cannot be measured by money.

Pu Shousheng shook his head repeatedly: "Haiyun, how could Chen Dexing be willing to do such a business?"

Pu Shougeng laughed and said, "One million stones of rice are in Yanyun, Hebei, but his life is in vain! If he refuses to exchange Nanfen steel, he will have to take out millions of copper... Chen Dexing doesn't have such a wealth at hand?"

"Millions of guan!? How much does it cost to fry the rice one stone?"

Pu Shougeng stretched out a slap and said, "Five Thousand Texts!"

Pu Shousheng was startled and shook his head and said, "How is that possible! It's only eight hundred liters now!"

Pu Shougeng sneered, "With the wealthy merchants from Jiangnan helping to sing together, the five thousand quotas are counted as little as possible!"

"Let the wealthy merchants in Jiangnan make a fuss together?"

"That's right. They have to take over!" Pu Shougeng smiled, "I've calculated it. Chen Dexing can pass the customs with 2 million stones of rice. If the rice from the Southern Dynasties is too expensive, he can also purchase goods from Goryeo and Japan. There is no problem with those two small countries providing 500,000 stones of rice. In other words, he buys at most 1.5 million stones of rice from Jiangnan. The plates that I want to fry are at least 20 to 30 million stones. Chen Dexing can't take over! Therefore, he can only rely on the high-ranking clans in Jiangnan to take over!"

"How could they please?" Pu Shousheng looked incredible.

"How can you refuse?" Pu Shougeng sneered, "The high price of grain is to replace soldiers with grain, to deal with Chen Dexing's disaster! They are all good ministers of the Song Dynasty, so of course they have to take over the country."

"Haiyun, aren't you crazy?" Pu Shousheng's head shaking like a wavy drum.

Pu Shougeng smiled, took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to his elder brother Pu Shousheng, "Brother, what do you think this is?"

Pu Shousheng took the paper and glanced at it, and said, "This is Zhang's 'chi appointment', it is Fenglexing's appointment. Lin'an Lincao Sun's grain store, right? That's a big grain merchant, and it seems that there is the secret stock of His Highness Rong. Hey, why is this Zhang Baishi's appointment?"

"It's a hundred stones. With this piece of money, one hundred stones of brown rice can be extracted from the warehouse of the Fenglexing Zhenjiang Branch after September 15th."

"One hundred stones? What business is this?" Pu Shousheng was even more puzzled. The Pu family is a wealthy businessman for generations, and they are doing big deals of more than ten thousand yuan... One hundred stones of rice, is this a street stall?

"Of course it's a big business!" Pu Shougeng smiled and pointed at the paper in Pu Shousheng's hand. "There are 10,000 pieces of such paper in total!"

"One million stone!? One stone is the money for a consistent amount?"

"It's 880 min. One stone," Pu Shougen said, "One hundred stones means 110 min. First, give 10 min. Then give the remaining goods..."

"I'm losing!" Pu Shousheng said, "Now the one-stone brown rice on Zhenjiang market is worth a lot of money. It's a lot of 750 ci after the autumn harvest. How can you pay 880 ci?"

Pu Shougeng smiled and said, "Because someone will pay 3,000 to 5,000 meter to take over!" He took the Chiyou from Pu Shousheng and waved it gently, "Brother, what I want to make a fry is this Chiyou... On September 15th, I will exchange 100 stag for 100 shi of Chiyou! Now this Chiyou is worthless on the market, but it won't take long, this Chiyou will be worth 500 stag, 1,000 stag, 2,000 stag, or even 4,000 stag!"

...

Lin'an, Jijia Lane, Qifu Inn.

This is a very inn, yes, it's just inn! Not only because this inn has a Widow Mo who was born in Wazi Lane, Lin'an, but also because this inn is right next to Wazi Lane, Lin'an, and can even be regarded as part of Wazi Lane. Every day, when entering and leaving the inn, there are naturally a shiny lady and well-dressed men of all kinds. After all, not all guests are willing to do business in the brothel, which seems to include Qu Shuijing, the shopkeeper of Tiandaozhuang.

He arrived in Lin'an two days ago in disguise and changed his clothes. As soon as he entered Lin'an City, he headed straight to Qifu Inn and moved into the most luxurious and secret room. But it was not for the sake of meeting a lady, but for meeting a man, a beautiful boy named Bai Zhanji.

"Mr. Shuijing, this is the late appointment. By the appointment, you can exchange 100 guan of money for 100 shi of rice from Zhenjiang on September 15th..."

Bai Zhanji is now in high class, no longer a pawn hall, but a disciple of Deng Qiuzhong, a famous scholar in Lin'an.

"Is this a Chi appointment from Jingu?" Fatty Qu glanced at the white of Zhan Ji and handed it over to Chi appointment, frowned, "Why is it a 100-stone appointment?"

"This is for the convenience of transfer, and it was Pu Shougeng who said to Mr. Deng in person." Bai Zhanji said.

According to later generations, this contract is the investment target. To facilitate transactions, the target should of course not be too large. If it is a one million stone of chi, no one can take over the market. So Pu Shougeng asked the contractor of chi's chi's consent to set the bid value at 100 stone of brown rice. Moreover, it does not have the name of the buyer and can be transferred at will.

"Arbitrary...transfer?" Qu Huajie took Chiyou and looked at it again and again. Chiyou printed it very exquisitely, and it should have been written by a large bookseller in Lin'an. Each of the offers included the seal of Jinguxing and the private seal of Deng Qiuzhong, the boss of Jinguxing.

"How much has Jinguxing released?" Qu Huajie asked in thought.

"500 pictures." Bai Zhanji said.

"It's 50,000 stones of brown rice..." Qu Huajie frowned deeply, "Jinguxing wants to pay!"

"How is it possible?" Bai Zhanji followed Deng Qiuzhong and was not unfamiliar with the grain business. "The food prices on the market are only consistent, and the autumn grain in the countryside of Huaidong is only 500 yuan, and this one is about 880 yuan. There is a profit of 380 yuan per stone of rice."

"Reimbursement! I will definitely pay it!" Qu Huajie returned Chiyou to Bai Zhanji, "You go and tell Mr. Deng that if you go to another big grain store to collect such Chiyou, I will pay as much as possible."

"How many... how many do you want?" Bai Zhanji was stunned for a moment and reminded, "This is a loss-making deal! Mr. Deng estimates that the maximum autumn grain in Zhenjiang Rice City this year is worth 750 yuan."
Chapter completed!