From Chief to Ball

When many people heard this, they couldn't help being jealous. Dramatists can easily gain enough fame and be respected by others, especially Sun Zhan is a master of drama. If he can get his advice, even if he can't become a playwright, In the future, there will be some bragging capital in the upper class: not everyone is qualified to be recognized by people like Sun Zhan.

However, Chen Jian's answer surprised the slightly surprised and envious people.

With a shy face, Chen Jian asked sincerely: "Mr. Yi still, if I write a good script and perform it successfully, how much money can I make? Just like your play, how many silver coins can you get?" "

Chapter 10 Trying to Live

"what?"

Sun Zhan thought he heard it wrong, so he asked again, but Chen Jian still asked sincerely in the same tone as before: "I said, how much money can I make?"

This time, there was laughter all around, and even Sun Zhan himself laughed, shaking his head and saying, "I can't make much money."

Chen Jian was a little disappointed, but he didn't say too much, and was a little embarrassed for a while.

Fortunately, someone stood up and said something else. Even if the formal banquet is over, the rest is the free banquet that young men and women prefer.

From time to time, someone gathered to talk to Chen Jian, and Chen Jian responded politely.

After a while, Henry Zhang came over, patted Chen Jian on the shoulder and said, "It's amazing, where did you copy it from? There are many girls who will chat with you tonight, so don't miss it."

Chen Jian looked at the girls around Yingyingyanyan, and asked, "Among these girls, whose family is the richest? And the parents are so old that they are going to... that or something."

"well?"

"Old and dead!"

"What do you want to do?"

Chen Jian half-jokingly said: "Hook up, get married, and inherit the property when the parents-in-law die."

Henry Zhang only took it as a joke, and said a few naughty words with a smile, then sat aside and chatted with the girls through Chen Jian.

Chen Jian curled his lips, but he didn't take it as a joke in his heart. This is probably the most convenient way.Relying on the knowledge of her previous life, she hooked up with a girl who was sad and sad, cheated a sum of money into her first pot of gold, squeezed into this circle along the way, and created a network of relationships.

He was made into a pit to watch jokes before, and according to Chen Jian's temper before he had been honed in the last life, he got up and left in a simple and rude way.

If you don't want to be strong, since you don't want to enter this circle, you can naturally be extremely bold and bold.However, in this life without desire, these four words are too far away from him. After thinking for the past few days, he has determined that he will be a big capitalist colluding with government and businessmen in this life. In this life, he will not engage in violent revolution or engage in social movements for the time being. , don't miss the excitement outside.

Since you want to cooperate with government and businessmen, you have to enter this circle.

It's very simple. For example, if he can think of a profitable cotton gin that can be supported by the technology of the times, if he doesn't enter this circle, he can't make money at all.

The workers in this country are hired workers, not slaves. Although the capital is powerful, it still has rights constraints.Since employees are human beings, they are easily manipulated by capital.

Today, cotton is still peeled by hand, one or two catties of cotton a day; once a simple cotton gin appears, it can peel forty or fifty catties of cotton a day, which is equivalent to one person doing the work of fifty people, so 49 people will have nothing to do.

If it's a slave, it's easy to say.Slaves don't rebel against machines, but early, unexperienced workers do.Capital will not rebel against machines, but capitalists will kill the masters of machines that are not their own and become their own.

In the long run, the appearance of the cotton gin, the unemployment of cotton strippers, the expansion of cotton planting area, the change of cotton strippers to other jobs, and the redevelopment of the textile industry are good things.

But personally, that's not the case.Even if there is a patent protection law at this time, self-production is still the most profitable.If you squeeze into this circle, raise equity, form a huge interest group, and deal with possible worker opposition and external capital strife, everyone will laugh.If they can't squeeze into this circle and put the patent on it, this group of people will drive down the price to an extremely low level and force Chen Jian to sell it.

If Chen Jian persisted, the cotton strippers in Mincheng would soon be instigated by the public opinion controlled by those people with money. Thousands of people would oppose it.Once a person dies, everything will naturally be resolved, and those workers who have been used will be crushed by even larger capital.

Furthermore, for such a simple machine, patents have loopholes to exploit.For example, Chen Jian is driven by a gear, but someone changed it to a belt drive, so whether it is a patent violation depends on whether Chen Jian's relationship is strong or not, and whether he has enough money.

One person can fight against thousands of people, or even against [-] cotton strippers in the whole country. The premise is that there are at least hundreds of thousands of silver coins, a complex and effective relationship network, and enough reputation... If not, capital eats people It's not just talking casually, and it's not just eating workers, but devouring each other.

The best way is to create a tight network of relationships, squeeze into the circle instead of starting a new one, and when necessary, hire people to hide inside and cause bloodshed when the cotton strippers object, so that the army has an excuse to shoot and suppress. All aspects of human relations are needed to help.

Thinking this way in my heart, I chatted with a few people on the sidelines, asked the family backgrounds of the girls who were the easiest to get, and secretly drew up a few goals.

He was not in a hurry, but tried his best to show the image of a gentleman that he had never had before, telling some anecdotes from time to time, and occasionally saying something that sounded bluffing.

When the banquet was over, Chen Jian undoubtedly became the most surprising person in this banquet. He changed his previous image and copied a few ambiguous poems to the girls who were about to do it. It seems that I was deliberately cynical before.

A few days later, the wind and rain ended, and Henry Zhang brought good news.

"The girl you asked me to ask for you has been found, and her home is outside the south of the city. But the family doesn't have much money."

Chen Jian asked clearly, thanked Henry Zhang, rode on a horse on the road that was still somewhat muddy, and went to the south of the city.

A clean wooden house stands in the outskirts, surrounded by a wooden fence outside. It occupies a large area, and various flowers and some unknown plants are planted in the field.

Having just experienced the baptism of wind and rain, the wooden house is somewhat damaged.

Looking inside, a girl turned her back to him, and she was moving out of the house pots of the flowers that were sold before, and placed them in the sun.

The girl was probably tired, so she stood there panting, wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, and turned her head to see Chen Jian riding a horse.

"Do you need help?"

Lin Xi recognized Chen Jian at a glance. The pier did leave a deep impression a few days ago. The key is that she has never seen such a shameless way of striking up a conversation.

For better or worse, I always remembered this guy named Chen Jian.

Facing the question, she didn't answer directly, but went back to the house, came out for a long time, took a short flintlock pistol, loaded the gunpowder with a cleaning rod, installed the flint, and put it in the storage box. The wooden board of the flower pot, and then shouted to Chen Jian who was outside the fence: "Thank you, you are really a good person."

Chen Jian smiled and got off the horse, tied the horse to a tree outside the fence, walked in without saying anything, but followed Lin Xi into the wooden house next to him, and put a row of The flowers in the row are moved outwards.

The two of them didn't speak for a while. Chen Jian sniffed the faint smell in the air and the girl's hair, looked at the short musket put aside, and shrugged.

A total of more than 700 pots of the same flowers grow very well, and it can be seen that they are taken care of very carefully.

When the move was almost over, Chen Jian couldn't help but find a reason and asked, "What's the name of this flower? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"Clivia."

"What? This is not Clivia." Chen Jian replied subconsciously.

Lin Xi turned her head, smiled for the first time, and said, "It's really weird. Could it be that there is a second kind of Clivia? I have been learning herbs from my father since I was a child, and I have read "Herbal Collection" several times, and there has never been a second kind. This is the name of the flower. This flower is the name given by my father. He said that the leaves are like swords, the flowers are red like fire, and the heart in the sword is like a gentleman. "Revised again?"

Chen Jian scratched his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "Actually, I haven't read any collection of herbs, but I just think the name is weird."

"Everything must be famous. Isn't it weird that you are called Chen Jian? The reason why the snake is called a snake is not a name given by people?"

"That's true."

Chen Jian was so choked that he couldn't answer, he helped move the flower pots, looked up at the tiles on the roof that had been damaged by wind and rain, and asked, "Is there a ladder?"

Lin Xi sized Chen Jian up, and couldn't help asking, "You would do this kind of thing? Be careful not to fall."

"Don't worry, although I want to get close to you, I don't want to risk my life."

Lin Xi giggled, pointed to the distance and said: "There is a wooden ladder over there. The house has been leaking for several days. If you can help to fix it, thank you very much."

After moving the ladder, he found some tools and climbed up skillfully. He sat on the ridge of the roof with his legs apart, and shouted at Lin Xi, "Throw one of the iron curdles over here. This rafter is rotten. I'll take another one." cut."