Under the Zhengyangmen: The opening system let me collect the trash

"Then it's our shareholding."

Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao looked at each other, both very excited.

The word "shareholding" is not a rare word in China that no one knows. Although commerce is not yet developed, and stocks and stock exchanges do not exist yet, the concept of "shareholding" is still rooted in people's minds.

It's nothing more than the big guys taking money to do business together, and when they make money, they will get their due dividends according to the funds they invest.

Han Chunming's ability to make money is really rare in the world. Li Chengtao and Cai Xiaoli also wondered in private whether Han Chunming was the reincarnation of the God of Wealth and could make money so much.

And now that the two have invested in shares, it means that there will be a steady stream of money in the account in the future.

It is unrealistic to say that you can live without worrying about food and clothing for a lifetime, but it is completely feasible to live a life of good wine and good meat for more than ten years.

"Do you two have any money to spend?"

Han Chunming was a little worried that if the two of them took out all the money, it would cause their own family to have no money to turn around, and there would be a shortage of rice and food.

"That's nothing to worry about. The two of us also discussed how to take out the money, so we each kept a few hundred yuan."

Cai Xiaoli said.

"That's fine."

Han Chunming nodded, then put away all the money, stood up and said, "You two, since everything is ready, we won't wait any longer. Tomorrow we will each have a day of reunion with our families, and we will leave by train the morning after tomorrow!"

"it is good."

Cai Xiaoli and Li Chengtao stood up and responded in unison.

……

After the meeting, Han Chunming did not return home immediately, but bought two bottles of good wine and several dishes, and went straight to the alley where Uncle Guan was.

This Uncle Guan is one of the most important figures in Zhengyangmen.

Han Chunming had been busy making money and taking exams before, and he had nothing else to do, so he really forgot about Uncle Guan, which is too much to think about.

"I'll eat this horse, I'll see how you go!"

"Hahaha, Laoguan, this one of yours is a bit dangerous."

"Yeah, otherwise just admit defeat. The chessboard is like a battlefield, and it's normal for everyone to win or lose. We won't laugh at you about it."

When Han Chunming came, Uncle Guan was playing chess with some old men.

When the chess game came to a fierce point, Uncle Guan made a careless move, and his opponent ate off the only remaining horse.

With no means of attack anymore, except for a few pawns, his door was wide open, and he no longer had the ability to attack.

Obviously, although this game of chess has not reached the end, it is almost guaranteed that Uncle Guan will definitely lose.

"Master, you are playing chess. I haven't seen you for a while. You are in good spirits."

Seeing that Uncle Guan was about to lose, Han Chunming stepped forward to say hello.

Hearing his words, Uncle Guan didn't make a sound, as if he was complaining about Han Chunming's absence for so long and gave him a blank look.

Afterwards, Uncle Guan stood up, waved his hands at a few old buddies, and said, "I won't play with you anymore, you bunch of stinky chess players, I'm leaving."

"Hey! Are you so unreasonable, old man?"

"Don't go, at least you admit defeat, it's too unethical to run halfway."

"..."

However, Uncle Guan ignored the words of the people behind him and went straight back to his home.

Han Chunming followed into the room, put the food and wine on the table, and filled a glass of wine for Uncle Guan.

Smelling the aroma of this good wine, Uncle Guan snorted and said, "Okay, grandson, you have won the first prize in the Forty-Nine City, so why don't you come and have a drink with Grandpa to celebrate?"

"You know all about this?"

Han Chunming was a little surprised and asked.

"Why don't I know? What can a few bad old men talk about sitting there? Isn't it just about things in Sijiu City? You think you don't know?"

Uncle Guan said dissatisfied.

"My fault, my fault."

Han Chunming drank three cups quickly, and then said, "Master, I'm going to the south this time. Do you need anything I can bring?"

He didn't talk about the matter, he only said that he wanted to help Uncle Guan bring special products and lure him to the south.

But upon hearing this, Uncle Guan gave Han Chunming a blank look: "If you have any farts, let them go, don't say that there are some things that are not there."

"Hey, ginger is still old and spicy."

Han Chunming gave a thumbs up, and stopped beating around the bush, and started to talk about business: "Master, I'm here this time just to ask, you are well-informed, what things can be sold in the south that are worth a lot?"

Hearing this question, Uncle Guan didn't give an answer right away, but closed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

Then, he opened his eyes and said: "In the south, there is absolutely no shortage of food and drink, and there is no problem with the supply of raw materials. If you want to toss the wool balls and rice from the north to the south, let alone the south Whether someone buys it or not, you don’t have the ability to get approval.”

"You analyzed it."

Han Chunming flattered and poured Uncle Guan a glass of wine.

The purpose of his coming today is to obtain information from Uncle Guan, and then judge whether it is the right choice for him to open a textile factory in the south.

Although he came from the later generations, he has a lot of knowledge about the later generations in his mind.

But the problem is that he is not a person of this era, and he will know little about this era in later generations. What better way to get information than Uncle Guan's mobile encyclopedia?
"Southern industry is developing. If you have the ability, it's not bad to run there and build a factory, but I guess it's not easy to get a business license."

"But don't be discouraged. It would be great to collect some imitations and sell them in the south."

Uncle Guan said.

"Okay, then I don't worry. I am going to the south this time because I want to open a textile factory."

Han Chunming said with a smile.

"Wait..."

Uncle Guan was taken aback for a moment, and said in amazement: "What are you talking about? You want to open a textile factory?"

"of course."

Han Chunming nodded, took out a pass from his pocket, and put it gently on the table: "This is the pass I got. With it, I can set up a factory in the south."

"Hehe, that's amazing."

Uncle Guan approached the pass, looked at it carefully, and asked, "How did you get it?"

Afterwards, Han Chunming told all about how he got the permit and how he planned to build a factory in the south.

And Uncle Guan clapped his hands and applauded, and commented: "You are really capable now, you are not an ordinary person."

"That's true, but until then, your nine admirals will be my master."

When saying this, Han Chunming raised his glass to toast.

"Row."

Uncle Guan nodded in satisfaction, clinked glasses and downed them in one gulp.

After that, the master and apprentice talked again, and Han Chunming didn't leave until the evening.

After he left, Uncle Guan looked at the two empty wine bottles on the table and murmured to himself, "That's amazing, Xiao Guan, don't wander around outside, hurry up and come back."

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