Beiyang new warlord

"Is no one paying the bill for Master Ben?"

Holding his head, Qian Zeng sat up with difficulty, but the dwarf who heard these words had a blank expression on his face: "Didn't you ask the wine to be charged to your account?"

"Oh!"

Confused, he dug in his bosom for a long time, finally took out an ingot and threw it on the messy table, Qian Zeng stood up staggeringly, pushed away the assistant's support, and staggered downstairs.

He had just left the house when there was a clattering sound behind him, and the door of the shop was heavily boarded up by a few guys. In this era, even super metropolises like Jingshi Tieshan do not have the kind of extravagant light pollution of later generations. Not to mention this remote city of Champa, the streets are pitch-black, which adds to the desolation. After walking a few tens of meters staggeringly, Qian Zeng suddenly swayed to the side and plunged into the port. Sitting slumped with one thigh on top of a large pile of boxes and barrels, Qian Zeng was crying loudly and hammering his thigh.

"The world has changed!!!"

Now that once you sit in a tavern like in the past, some local merchants will come to your door, the good days of treating customers to drink and ingratiating themselves with buying goods are gone forever, and you will go to shop to sell with low waist, Qian Zeng can also do it, he and those who read The descendants of Shengxianshu's family are different, they are from the Qian family, and they had to rely on themselves when they were teenagers to get tea from Huangshan, and he also did the job of selling tea from one tea shop to another in the densely packed towns in the south of the Yangtze River, and returned to the boat. After drinking all night, early the next morning, carrying a box with the goods on board, Qian Zeng went to visit shops in Champa.

However, his figure was low enough, and he called the boss as soon as he entered the door, but he still got a bad nose.

"What, two hundred Wen, this is an iron pot forged from the finest fried steel in Nanjing, the Ming Dynasty. In Daming, it costs three hundred Wen, two hundred Wen, it's too low!"

"Boss, this is Jingdezhen official kiln porcelain. My uncle was a great scholar in the dynasty. I just figured it out. Look at the glaze color, the texture, and the fire feeling! In our Daming, this thing can be bought for less than 20 taels." If you don’t come down, there is still a price but no market, so you only give two taels, it’s really "

Suddenly, the big boss was beaten back to the beginning of the business, and the long-lost sense of frustration was born again. After two full days of sales, Qian Zeng didn't sell a box of goods, and it was another shop. , looking at the master's swinging hands, Qian Zeng sat down on the ground discouraged, holding his head in dismay.

"What's wrong with this? Don't you need a clear product?"

"Boy, old man, I can tell you're new here!"

The owner of this shop is an old man in his early sixties. He probably has read a few volumes of books. He is dressed in a plain long robe and looks full of bookishness. Looking at his decadent appearance, the old man can't help feeling compassionate, and the cigarette bag in his hand is blown out. With a wave, he pointedly said.

"There is no need to go door-to-door to sell goods to Champa. You can go directly to the shops on the East Street, and the East India Company office will directly accept them according to the quality. Besides, the shops in the port, we do everything It’s a common people’s business, so a rich businessman would have a lot of fun, whoever buys your 20 taels of official kiln! The nobles of the royal palace in Champa also get their goods directly in the shop.”

"If your stuff is really that good, sell it there. If you keep grinding it here, the old man won't be able to raise the price!"

And this one more! Qian Zeng was really dumbfounded by what he heard, and looked outside in astonishment. Immediately, as if grabbing the last straw, Qian Zeng bowed heavily to the old man, carrying his cargo box on his back. He went out the door with a clang.

This place is quite easy to find, but it’s on the other side of the port, and all the merchant ships of the East India Company are moored on the side. His colleagues are enemies, so Qian Zeng didn’t want to come. Don’t mention it, it’s really special when we get closer. The scene, the three-story cement office building, is different from the ancient Chinese-style wooden buildings in Champa. It is a typical Dongjiang style. It also has the scene of the customs of later generations. There are neat cars, with foreheads. , the horse-drawn car was pushed down from the open port door of the ship, and was "driven" into the warehouse at the back by hired local Tu manpower, and then a special clerk checked and recorded each car. On the side of the car, the whole The wooden shelves were carried down by local hired workers. On both sides of the shelves, there are black and shiny iron pans hanging on them.

I have been making money all the year round, and I used to know the goods. At a glance, I can tell that all these things have been forged. At least ten trained guys are stronger than the iron pot in Jingkou I have, and the kind that are sold to the grasslands to fool the Mongolians. Cast iron pans are definitely two products.

In this way, thousands of pots were unloaded in one boat. No wonder he pushed all morning and didn't push out a single item. With these sources of goods, the various steel products and tools he brought did not have any influence.

"Hey, hey, don't get in the way, what are you doing?"

Qian Zeng watched with rapt attention, an impatient but sharp and sweet voice suddenly sounded from behind him, startled Qian Zeng, turned his head quickly, but it was a little girl angrily pulling him.

She is completely different from those ladies in Nanming who don't leave home, or the rough country women who have to show their faces in the countryside. This little girl's face is full of sweat, and this dress is completely different from the traditional clothing of Daming He wore a canvas jacket, his lower body was still wearing pants, and he didn't wear a gauze mask. He just showed his face directly, and his small face was tanned to a healthy wheat color. I guess Qian Zeng would not believe it even if he killed him. This woman turned out to be a Yangzhou skinny horse for people's pleasure.

With a mouthful of japonica seeds, the little girl pinched her waist and yelled: "The warehouse is important here, idlers are not allowed to enter, don't you know the rules?"

"Well, this lady, the villain is here to sell goods!"

Do you think someone will marry such a wild girl?On the surface, Qian Zeng had a submissive look, he quickly cupped his fists and bowed his head.

"Sales? Why hang around here instead of filling out the form in the lobby? What kind of goods did you bring?"

"Porcelain! Porcelain!"

Looking at the neat and clean iron pots, iron pans and iron stoves, Qian Zeng no longer dared to take out the first-class goods made by him in Jingkou, but could only dig out the treasures at the bottom of the box. The samples he brought this time It is also a high-quality product, blue and white big porcelain plate of Pisces and Shuanger, not to mention, this girl is wild, but she is a real product, it lights up at a glance, she reached out to take it, and flicked it with her little finger to hear the crisp sound.

"Jingdezhen, Jiangxi, official kiln? You really have connections! Come with me!"

"Old Zhao, help me record the next batch of cars, here comes a big job!"

Just as she hurried past with the notebook in her hand, a middle-aged man wearing that kind of work jacket stuffed it into the arms of a middle-aged man who was leading Qian Zeng. The girl hurried into the hall of the small building, and immediately yelled at the top of her voice.

"Sister Luo! It's a big deal, this kid doesn't know where to get a batch of official kilns!"

Following the sound, a beautiful lady in a long silk dress put down her pen and walked over excitedly at the counter.

"Is it real or fake? It can't be another fake from Xuzhou Liulifang!"

"It's absolutely true. Although I don't know how this kid's forehead was caught by the door, he didn't go to the capital, he bought goods here! Sister, look?"

The businessman was older than this little girl, and Qian Zeng was embarrassed enough to be ridiculed face-to-face that his head was caught by the door, but now he could only force a smile and handed the plate to her. Passing over, the beauty in the long skirt was obviously an expert, she tapped with her fingers, and then used a magnifying glass to carefully firm up the circle of lines, and then excitedly tore off the sheet.

"It's indeed official kiln goods. No matter how many kilns in Jiangbei burn, they just can't imitate the spirit. This is a scarce commodity. Such a large plate is 40 taels a piece, and the bowl is 20 taels. Others What decorations are not calculated according to the color, are you from the shop of the chamber of commerce?"

Although the price was a little less than triple the profit in the past, it was only twice, but after going through so many obstacles, Qian Zeng almost burst into tears. He hurriedly introduced himself with pride.

"My lord, Xiaosheng is the shopkeeper of the Sijin Trading Company of the Qian family in Changshu, Qian Zeng!"

"Changshu! The Qian family!"

Who would have thought that as soon as this name was mentioned, a wild girl and an intellectual air girl frowned, their voices were not as warm as before, and they became actually colder.

"Nanming's!"

Seemingly nodding to the wild little beauty in confirmation, Miss Luo's family held the list coldly with a businesslike tone.

"We can accept this product, but the total price will be deducted by [-]%!"

"Why!"

Money is in a hurry now!

Chapter 7 Sixteen. Asking for bad luck

Angrily, he carried the suitcase on his back and went out, while walking, Qian Zeng cursed dirtyly.

"Stinky girl, you still want to scare me? When I scare you?"

Up to now, he still vividly remembers, arms folded, full of contempt and confidence, the little girl from the Luo family who was in charge of receiving and receiving the goods had proud eyes and a tall mouth, waving her little hands in disdain like chasing flies .

Just go! In this land of Southeast Asia, apart from my East India Company, there is no other company that can eat your goods!

When his money was traveling south and north, this dead girl hadn't come to her aunt yet!Want to peel another [-]% of his skin?no way!

"Shopkeeper, have you ever found a buyer to take over?"

The four-cornered money flag was blown wilted by the sea breeze. Seeing Qian Zeng come back, the second cabinet guarding the bow immediately went up to greet him excitedly, and asked hastily.

This question happened to be on Qian Zeng's head, so annoyed, he simply hit the back of his head on it, and yelled full of complaints while walking towards the cabin.

"What are you selling? A bunch of old-fashioned people who don't know what to buy! Pull out the anchor and sail, let's go now, these bastards are not worthy of my goods, let's go to Siam!"

"Also go south!"

Immediately, the second cabinet showed a look of bitterness.