“The weather is good.”

Xia Jin stood on the steps of the gold and silver shop, looking at the sun rising to the east, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

In the morning, Bianliang was filled with a fresh atmosphere.

He even smelled the water vapor from the Bian River.

This is such a refreshing morning!

"There's money."

Xia Qing looked at several big cars coming and couldn't help but smile and said, "I haven't stopped the money these days. Brother, I have calculated that we are collecting more money now than the other side."

Xia Jin said: "It was a happy thing for everyone, but they actually reduced the interest rate to two or three points. This is to hurt people with their original intentions... hurt people with their original intentions! Behind us are the powerful and powerful gentry. Are you afraid of his peace?"

The cart was parked next to it, and several guys came out of the store, smiled and greeted the coachman in charge, and then carried copper coins.

Baskets of copper coins were carried in, and the copper coins shone slightly in the morning light.

Xia Qing felt that the glimmer was like the lover's eyes when he was moved. He couldn't help but think of the woman last night...

"I have said it many times, it's not about making money, it's about fighting."

Xia Jin looked at the money and his eyes softened, "Those people want to suppress the new policy. The money shop is opposite. We are here. The street in the middle is the battlefield... The two sides are facing each other and will never stop."

"Brother, those people are really rich." Xia Qing remembered the money he had been in during this period and couldn't help but say happily: "We have to pay back the loan faster, otherwise the money will accumulate like a mountain..."

"There is no place to let it go." Xia Jin glanced at the opposite side and smiled, "Then take people to see and let them see how much money we have. Then... Isn't someone going to borrow 30,000 guan? Give it to him."

"good!"

Xia Qing agreed with a smile, but was a little puzzled, "Brother, why didn't you agree when he came to borrow money yesterday?"

Xia Jin glanced at him and frowned and said, "Although we have more money, we can lend more, so we must beware of a run."

“Run run?”

Xia Qing couldn't help but laugh, "Brother, the money you saved in... those people are not short of money. They came to save money in for Chen An. As long as we suppress Chen An, who would come to withdraw money? You just thought too much."

Xia Jin frowned and said, "It's always right to be careful..."

"Chen An is here."

Xia Qing's voice was filled with gloating.

"We have always saved money here and we can eat steamed buns. They still don't give anything, and many people have come."

"Well, the meat buns are delicious." Xia Jin smiled, "It is said that the stuffing of the meat buns was made by Chen An, and it is awesome in Bianliang!"

"It's a pity that I made wedding dresses for us today."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Dasong Money House diagonally opposite looked a little deserted.

Chen An got off the horse, and a few officials came out, pointed to the Jinyin Shop with a frown and said, "I've been ruthless there. I always give meat buns to save money, and those people go there if they are greedy for cheapness."

“The meat buns are delicious.”

Chen An glanced at the Jinyin Shop and smiled at the Xia brothers.

Just as the Xia brothers bowed their hands, Chen An suddenly stretched out his hand...

He put his palms in front of his neck and pulled them with a smile, which seemed like a murder.

You are dead!

The Xia brothers on the opposite side remained unchanged and even had some smiles.

Chen An went in and saw that it was deserted inside, and asked, "How are everyone's spirits?"

Tang Ren shook his head, "Everyone is a little depressed."

He pointed to the guys beside him and said, "We can actually follow up. They give meat buns, we can give meat! Give half a pound of meat to one person, that's better than anything else. If someone saves 10,000 yuan and sends fragrance directly, that thing is noble and extraordinary. We will give things that are not on the market, so we can make sure that it can be reversed."

Chen An looked at him and said, "I've made great progress!"

Tang Ren said happily: "You are still teaching well."

After learning this level-level reward method, Chen An almost thought that he had come to a bank in later generations.

Save 10,000 yuan to get rice, save 100,000 yuan to get electric appliances. If you save 1 million yuan, you will be a VIP immediately. Do you want a rice cooker? Do you want an electric heater...

Chen An glanced at Tang Ren who was happy and felt that he had changed the fate of many people. If there were ghosts and gods in the world, he would not know whether it was a merit or a fault.

But what about merits and demerits?

Today's achievements will be passed tomorrow. Tomorrow's achievements will be passed tomorrow...

Merit and demerit are always difficult to define. From the moment you see it as a merit, but in the long run it is a merit.

Later generations looked at the words and deeds of their predecessors in history, sighed, hated them for not fighting, or felt that they were just a sage, but could not see through these fogs.

Chen An was one of them, but after he got here, he realized that many things were involuntarily.

He sat in the quiet room, with a row of officials standing below.

There is no need for so many people here. There are so many stewards arranged at present, just for the convenience of future expansion.

His eyes were calm, while the managers were a little nervous.

For them, Chen An is the boss who started a new business.

So they occasionally glanced at Chen An, and their eyes were a little admiring or happy.

This is the same as the reaction of seeing idols in later generations.

"Some people say that people like small gains, but they also like it. One meat bun is not enough, then two can always make someone moved."

Chen An's words were simple, "Why do you like it? Because of poverty."

"A man is poor and ambition is short, and a horse is thin and a long hair." Chen An said lightly: "I heard someone calling people stupid before, but I don't want to hear such words again in the future."

"yes."

"Some people say follow up, they give meat buns, and we give them too." Chen An smiled and said, "But Chen has never learned from others in business, cooking, Xianglu, hot pot, money shop... has been imitated and never surpassed!"

Tang Ren couldn't help but feel excited.

The same is true for the managers.

Always imitated, never surpassed!

It's so grand!

"Mr. Chen, what are we going to give?"

You have to give something, right?

Chen An said lightly: "Since the supply and demand of paper money has been in short supply since its issuance, it has continued to this day and has become highly credible."

It has been two years since the banknotes were issued, and it is very popular because of its exquisite production and guaranteed reputation in the North Korean country.

But the initiator Chen An has been suppressing the issuance scale of paper money. Even though the market is obviously short of money, he is still unmoved.

"Yes! Many merchants want banknotes, but they can't do it." Tang Ren smiled and said, "The banknotes on the market are worth it, and they are not worth it, so they can't buy them."

The so-called super value is beyond the face value.

For example, banknotes that you always have to spend more money to get.

"Paper banknotes are portable, and business people are running around with a lot of copper coins. The shipping fee is a big sum. In addition, it is unsafe, so paper banknotes are an inevitable choice."

"Then why don't you agree to the over-issuance?"

Tang Ren felt that Chen An must have deep considerations.

The managers were also waiting for the answer with curiosity.

"Forgot."

Chen An picked up the teacup and took a sip, "I really forgot."

How could he say that he had no experience, so he should be cautious.

After two years, he had enough of a careful analysis of the direction of banknotes, so he now had the confidence.

"Have you forgotten?" Tang Ren praised: "You are like using troops, and you can go as you like, and you can match the art of war..."

This is a good flattery.

The managers were all a little surprised, thinking that you had forgotten what a big thing was. This is really a mess!

Seeing the young Chen An as heroic as he was, thinking that he was still hanging around in the position of manager at such a big age, they couldn't help but sigh.

"Businessmen have been thinking about banknotes for two years, and now the time is ripe."

Chen An smiled and said, "From today..."

He looked at Tang Ren and his managers, "The Dasong Money House can exchange paper money."

He got up and walked out. Next, he had to go to the Prince's Mansion to see how stupid Lao Zhao was, and he was fascinated by physiognomy.

There was silence behind me.
To be continued...