The happy life of a prodigal

The three characters of the exchange were inscribed by An Guogong Fangxiu.

Zhang Maoshi had to admit that the writing of this word was still at a certain level.

He took out seventy Wen from the bag, handed it to the driver, and said: "You wait here for a while, I will look for you later."

But the coachman shook his head and said: "Mr., you are delaying my business. Look up, there are customers everywhere, and there are coachmen everywhere. Why do you wait for me... ..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a person coming out of the exchange and said, "To the north of the city, 150 Wen, do you want to go?"

"Let's go!"

The coachman was too busy to talk about Zhang Maoshi.

Zhang Maoshi stood where he was, watching this scene, still in a daze.

For a moment, he even felt that the Kyoto Prefecture in front of him was not the Kyoto Prefecture he was familiar with.

Everything is still the same as before, but it seems to be different. He himself can't explain exactly where the change happened.

Sighing, he still walked into the exchange.

As soon as he stepped into the gate of the exchange, he was stunned.

It can be said that the exchange is crowded with people, people are everywhere, people are crowded, and people are crowded.

The noisy sound also resounded through the entire building, making people feel a little dizzy.

Roughly estimated, this place is almost as big as several Fengtian halls.

There are actually more people than the civil and military officials who participated in the early dynasty.

This......

Zhang Maoshi was shocked.

It was the first time he was so shocked.

I have heard of the exchange before, but I don't know that the scale of the exchange has reached such a level.

It is really......

He frowned, and his heart became even colder.

No wonder it can have such a big impact on Kyoto Prefecture. It turns out that it has such a large scale.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm down his emotions, and walked into the exchange.

After walking a few steps, I heard a familiar voice.

"father!"

The first thousand and 160 chapters, as long as An Guogong is still there

Zhang Maoshi turned his head and saw his son Zhang Wenbai.

"Father, why are you here?" Zhang Wenbai said.

Zhang Maoshi said casually, "Come here for a stroll."

Zhang Wenbai nodded, moved to his side, and whispered: "Father, have you told the elders about this matter?"

Zhang Maoshi shook his head and said: "What was discussed in the early court is more important than what you and my father and son want to say."

"..." Zhang Wenbai was taken aback when he heard this, then his heart turned cold, and he whispered, "Could it be that Duke An was really assassinated?"

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi was surprised, looked at Zhang Wenbai, and asked, "Who did you hear these words from?"

Saying this is basically confirming that the news is true.

Zhang Wenbai's heart was completely cold, and he whispered: "There are rumors."

"A rumor?" Zhang Maoshi frowned tightly.

This kind of anecdote, I only found out this morning, how could it be known to the whole city?

Unless... someone is deliberately spreading this news.

So, who is it?

Zhang Maoshi suddenly remembered the letter he received this morning without any signature.

However, it seems like a lot of people got that letter.

If there is no accident, the person who spread the news and the person who sent the letter are the same person.

Of course, these are not important now, what is important is how to keep the exchange stable.

Thinking of this, he looked at his son, wanting to ask him what else he could do.

Instead, he saw Zhang Wenbai's pale face, as if he had heard some terrible news.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhang Maoshi asked.

Zhang Wenbai looked at his father and tremblingly said: "I'm afraid this time it will be troublesome."

Zhang Maoshi frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

Zhang Wenbai said: "Most of the reason why this exchange is still so stable at present is due to An Guogong. The people trust An Guogong, so they are willing to put their silver in the exchange, and are willing to buy a large number of dividends.

But now An Guogong is gone, if you were you, what would you think? "

After a pause, he said again: "You don't need to think about it. In the next few days, the dividends in the exchange will plummet, countless people will sell their dividends crazily, and the entire exchange will be in chaos. !"

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

Before he could speak, he heard Zhang Wenbai say: "These are secondary, the most important thing is that after the exchange is in chaos, so many shops cannot be maintained, and so many shopkeepers may be opened.

Including those who simply did not go to work because of the dividends, there may be tens of thousands more refugees in Kyoto Prefecture. "

Zhang Wenbai's words reached Zhang Maoshi's heart.

His biggest worry also happens to be this.

If this is the case, it is a bit too scary.

Just thinking about it, you know what it will be like.

Now, this Great Chu is at its most prosperous time, if it happens all of a sudden, there will be big troubles!

Zhang Maoshi thought so, and asked, "Then what is the solution?"

Zhang Wenbai said: "The best solution is what I said before, buy a large number of dividends, let the people know that this exchange cannot be messed up, and this situation can be alleviated to a large extent.

Although the dividends are still declining, the decline is a decline, and the slow decline is still acceptable.

In addition, large-scale construction projects can also be carried out. In this way, many people who have lost their jobs can at least work. Even if there is no dividend, they can barely make ends meet and will not become refugees. "

Big construction?

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi was slightly startled. Obviously, in his impression, large-scale construction has never been a good word, but now it has become a solution to troubles.

Hearing this, Zhang Maoshi was in a daze for a while, not knowing what to say.

"Actually, the most important thing is not the Ministry of Household Affairs, but the Duke Anguo's mansion. If Duke Anguo is really gone, no matter how many measures we take, it will have little effect."

When Zhang Wenbai said this, he paused, seemed to think of something, and felt a little emotional: "Actually, during this period of time, An Guogong has already made a lot of efforts to ease the situation of the exchange.

For example, he deliberately suppressed many dividends that rose fiercely and did not sell them, but for some dividends that rose very slowly, he sold them in large quantities, causing the price of dividends to drop, and trying to maintain a balance.

An Guogong is worthy of being the person who founded the exchange. He knows the rules of this exchange like the palm of his hand. Unfortunately, it is a drop in the bucket after all...

Of course, in such a situation, no one thought that it would be extremely rare for An Guogong to be able to achieve what he is today. "

When Zhang Wenbai said this, he sighed leisurely again, and thought: If Duke An is still alive, this crisis may be able to survive this crisis safely, after all, Duke An is a genius.

It's a pity that heaven is jealous of talents.

When Zhang Maoshi heard this, the expression on his face became a little strange... Duke An actually knew this?So what is there in this world that Duke An doesn't understand?

He couldn't find one for a while.

Just when he was in a daze, he heard a sudden noise around him.

Of course, since he entered the exchange, the noisy voice has never stopped.

It's just getting louder now.

Looking up, he suddenly found that the colors of the various brands not far away had changed.

Originally, it was all cinnabar red at first glance, but now it suddenly appeared black.

And this blackness is gradually spreading, extremely fast!

"What does this mean?" Zhang Maoshi was a little confused, and asked Zhang Wenbai, "What does this cinnabar red and black represent?"

Zhang Wenbai's face was pale, and he explained: "The cinnabar red represents the dividends of this shop, and the price is rising, and the black represents the dividends of this shop, and the price is falling."

Speaking of this, he paused and muttered to himself again: "Since the establishment of the exchange, cinnabar red and black are half and half. On this basis, there have been some fluctuations. Some time ago, cinnabar red was the dominant There hasn’t been so much black in a long time.”

It's been a long time since so many blacks appeared... Doesn't it mean that the dividends of a large number of shops have begun to decline.

Thinking of this, Zhang Maoshi seemed to realize something, his eyes showed surprise, and he looked at the dividend again.

There is less and less cinnabar red and more and more black.

The noise is also getting louder.

Looking around, at this time, Zhang Maoshi suddenly found out.

Everyone is pale and their eyes are red!

Chapter 160, stop trading

To be precise, everyone seemed to be out of their minds, staring at the sign in front of them, and everyone was chanting.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Maoshi was stunned.

Subconsciously turned to look at his son, Zhang Wenbai.

However, he suddenly discovered that his son was also behaving in the same way at this moment.

"Don't fall, don't fall anymore..."

Zhang Wenbai muttered to himself.

On the other side, there was a burst of mournful crying.

"Don't fall! Don't fall! How could it be like this! How could it be like this! How could it suddenly fall so hard!"

"Didn't it go up just now? Why did it fall all of a sudden?"

"Why did they all fall! It was all cinnabar red just now, but now it's all black! What's going on!"

"Must be a trader mistake! Must be!"

"3000 taels of silver, two thousand nine hundred taels, two thousand eight hundred taels..."

For a time, the entire exchange was in chaos.

Zhang Maoshi stood at the same place in a daze, watching all this, and there was only one thought in his mind... What happened?

Fortunately, Zhang Wenbai who was next to him quickly recovered from his distraught state, looked at his father, and explained: "Father, the big trouble that my son said before is coming!"

"It must be the news of An Guogong, the speed of this decline is so fast, this exchange has been established for such a long time, this is the first time I have seen such a thing, even the dividends of Xiaying Shipyard have fallen Yes, this was simply impossible before.”

"There are also some cloth houses. The speed of decline is too exaggerated. The original dividend of ten taels of silver fell by a full one tael in less than a stick of incense. In the time of one stick of incense, one tael of silver It's gone, who can stand it?"

"It can't go on like this! It will be troublesome if it goes on like this!"

Zhang Wenbai looked desperate.

Many people are no longer desperate, but like crazy.

"Trader! Where's the trader! I'm going to sell all my dividends! Sell them all! Don't keep any of them! Exchange them all for silver!"

"Mine too, all exchanged for silver!"

"What's going on, why are you crowded!? I don't know what comes first? I don't know how to line up!"

"Obviously Lao Tzu came first! Get out of here! Sell mine first!"

"Fuck you! Sell mine first!"

In order to be able to sell the dividends in their hands, many people fought violently!