Song Beiyun

Zhao Xing glanced at him sideways: "It's hopeless, wait for death."

"Ha, it seems that you can't help it." Song Beiyun propped his hands on the table: "Why? I don't see that you have fortune-telling skills."

"Oh, I understand a little bit." Zhao Xing got up and walked to a place a little behind, and began to stock the shelves: "Small tricks."

Seeing Zhao Xing's proficiency in loading goods, keeping accounts, and sorting, Song Beiyun suddenly realized that the emperor in front of him was his mother's all-rounder.

Although most of the time he was covered up by such a cynical virtue, but in fact, if you look carefully, he is qualified in every position, and he can even be called an expert in many fields.

He is an emperor, he can drive warships, farm land, have a rough understanding of mathematics, physics and chemistry, can do business, has certain military capabilities, has a good personality, has strong communication skills, and can even embroider, weave, and cut clothes.

The reason why he always shows the look of wanting to escape is that he is full of curiosity about the world and wants to try all the fields he can touch.

It's fine if it's just contact, but if you look back, you will find that all the fields he has contact with are actually doing very well.

Zhao Xing is an all-rounder.

"Today's gross profit is 45 yuan and 720 yuan." Zhao Xing showed off with the ledger: "Aside from my food today, 35 yuan, venue rental fee, management fee, and some odds and ends, today's net profit is about 36 and a half. The principal is about [-], which means the income has basically reached [-]%.

Song Beiyun walked into the back of his small booth, and found that there were piles of large and small packages and a cart inside: "You pulled this all by yourself?"

"Yes, I have to get up on the fourth watch to load the goods, and then drag them here to display the goods. It is still very hard." Zhao Xing nodded and said: "But the income is still very good."

"Why don't you get someone to help you?"

Song Beiyun's question made Zhao Xing laugh out loud: "What's the point of getting someone to help you? I'm going to think of a way to plant something in the yard after I go back, and then open a shop in the city. I want to see the whole What is the annual income, and how can we maximize the income.”

Seeing Zhao Xing's high spirits, Song Beiyun originally said "what's the use of tossing about this", but he couldn't say it.Because based on what he knew about Zhao Xing, what Zhao Xing did was probably the meaning of his life.

"Hey, go and inquire about the store diagonally opposite. He sells similar items to mine. Let me see how much he earns today."

Song Beiyun sighed, turned around and went out. After a while, he came back and said, "The opposite side has a net profit of about [-] strokes today."

"So much difference?" Zhao Xing stroked his chin in silence for a moment: "Let me think twice, what did I do to be more than twice as good as him."

Seeing his appearance, if there is no accident, Zhao Xing will become the top seller in this area within three days, because when everyone is busy shopping, only he will seriously think about why he has more than others.

"Look, I set up a few stools at the door, and even boiled tea for them for free. And I also told fortunes for free." Zhao Xing paced back and forth, "This should be the key."

After finishing speaking, he hammered on the palm of his hand: "I understand!"

Song Beiyun probably knew what he understood, shook his head helplessly, and sighed: "Be careful yourself."

"rest assured."

In the next few days, Song Beiyun didn't have time to come back. When the exhibition was almost in the middle of the process, he finally found some time. After asking, he found that Zhao Xing was still doing business here, so he picked a time to come here again.

When he came this time, he was completely shocked, because the situation was completely different from the last time. This time, Zhao Xing had already listed all the booths around him that had left or closed down. He sorted everything into categories. They are placed in different areas, and even a special little girl is invited to sell things here.

And what is Zhao Xing doing?Zhao Xing is currently sitting in an empty booth teaching people to embroider and carve leather, and there is a sign outside called Experience Zone.

Nothing is sold in this expensive booth, only tables, chairs and various tools are placed. People who come here can experience a series of crafts such as leather carving and silk embroidery for free. If there is no special person to teach .

Zhao Xing is naturally this "specialist". His embroidery skills are superb, and he is not good at carving skins, but Song Beiyun remembers that he could not carve skins a few days ago...

In front of every guest, there was also a teacup with sugar water sold outside, even chilled, with a hint of cold air.

"Sister, look at your complexion. Are you feeling unwell recently? Then you can't drink this cold tea." Zhao Xing took away the teacup in front of a customer, and changed it to a cup of warm brown sugar water after a while. Come: "Drink this."

Song Beiyun was dumbfounded when he saw this outside. He firmly believed that Zhao Xing was definitely the one who came down from the heavens to save this mountain and river that was about to be broken... because his reverse thinking ability is so strong that it makes people pointing fingers.

And at the back of this booth there are a bunch of weird wooden toys, wooden horses, wooden chairs, etc., but the size is only for children, and there is a small door, and there are two gold-armored guards standing in front of the door At the door, there are several children who are only two or three years old, crawling around and playing inside.

Compared with other booths, the number of visitors to Zhao Xing's booth is absolutely terrifying. Song Beiyun stood there and watched for a long time, and suddenly felt that he had nothing more to teach this ghost. He really played with the social mechanism. Understood……

Chapter 885: Sunny May 7, Ten Years

The trade fair is coming to an end, and Zhao Xing has obviously become the most handsome boy in the branch. He started from 21 pens, and in just 330 days, the value of his hands has increased by [-] five times.

In the end, he basically sold all of that area. Customers can enjoy one-stop service as long as they enter that area. It can be said that he is a business genius.

However, he seems to be easily bored with everything, and soon this business will not be very attractive to him. Dividing the stall in this way, and then dividing the earned money into shares, in the end, all shareholders will get an average dividend. More than 500 guan.

And because Zhao Xing invested the most, his net profit reached more than 700 guan, which means that it only took 21 days for Zhao Xing to get his wealth, which is difficult to achieve in his lifetime.

Although it is said that he is riding the east wind of the trade fair, it has to be said that this person is really a generalist player.

And you must know that he did not use his status as the emperor to buy and sell by force. Everything was voluntary. Even asking the golden armored guards to stand guard was to write to the organizer as a street vendor, saying that it would be best for them to take care of him. Customers with children.

"You still write your thoughts?"

What Song Beiyun never expected was that Zhao Xing was not only doing business, but he was also writing his experience, summarizing the content of his routine nonsense from multiple aspects such as site selection, purchase, employment, and service.

"That's natural. There are 360 ​​professions in the world. I can't be a bitch. If I can, I want to try other professions."

Song Beiyun, who was holding his own experience, raised his head and looked at him when he heard this sentence: "If you really think about it, it's not impossible."

"No way!" Zhao Xing refused sharply, "Disgusting."

"The writing is good, but you are still a bit one-sided. You have to know that there is one thing that you haven't taken into account here, and that is attrition. You didn't calculate the attrition, nor did you calculate accidents and competition. The things you sell are all closed down or withdrawn. For the rest of the items, the entire market is considered to be the only one, and food and the like are also purchased directly in other areas. If it is really stable in one area, it may be..."

"I know, when I return to Jinling, I will open a grocery store, and I will do every stitch and thread by myself." Zhao Xing said, looking up at the sky silently: "But the biggest desire in my heart is to ride the wind and waves, and go forward indomitably."

"Impossible, don't count on it."

Zhao Xing sighed leisurely, but he did not refute. In fact, he also understood in his heart that some things as an emperor were not as free as imagined.

"There will be a competition in the final stage."

As soon as he heard the appraisal, Zhao Xing became interested, he straightened up and asked, "What appraisal?"

Since it is planned to be an exhibition in the nature of an expo, it must create a brand effect for all regions. The concept of a trademark has already been established, but it is difficult to guarantee the quality of the products, so now we can use ready-made resources to conduct a selection Activity.

The content of the activities is actually divided into several categories, mainly daily necessities, food, drinks, etc., and three levels of standards are selected.

The selection is divided into three steps. The first step is the screening by the organizing committee. This step will screen out those products that are ordinary and inferior at a glance. In the end, only less than [-]% of the products will be left.

Then these [-]% products will enter the next stage, that is, the re-selection, which will be jointly selected by the household departments of the Song and Liao Dynasties and randomly selected people.

After passing this hurdle, there may be more than a dozen items left in each category. The final hurdle is for Zhao and Fo Baonu to select three items as tributes, and then the two of them Rank these three categories of things.

After the three levels of gold, silver and copper are determined, the industry will naturally have a standard, and then gradually reduce this standard to become a quantitative index of an industry, and then gradually normalize and standardize business.

Zhao Xing thought it was fun, but at the same time, he also felt that Song Beiyun had lived a very tiring life, and he had to think several steps behind everything.But he didn't dare to say it, because he would be scolded if he said it.

After that, things are relatively simple, and the workload is not as heavy as before. The main reason is that the selection problem is really a bit difficult.

Because there are many good things here, there are naturally many good things. For example, Zhao Xing, he took a fancy to a wine from Shanxi, but the problem is that there is also a good wine from Guizhou. He wanted to choose both of them as the first, so he was entangled. for a while.

Compared with Zhao Xing, Fobaonu is much better. She doesn't have so many needs and doesn't drink alcohol. She only likes Suzhou embroidery, Japanese fans and Fuzhou lacquerware.

But the problem is that she has to choose the best things no matter what, whether it's food or daily necessities, so when she looks at those things she can't name every day these days, there is no essential difference from Zhao Xing.

Song Beiyun, on the other hand, was particularly free these days. After explaining the matter, he was ready to pack up and return to Chang'an. After all, his identity this time was just an exhibitor and had no other meaning.

"You left the hardest thing to me, and you ran away by yourself?"

Facing Fo Baonu's questioning, Song Beiyun had a hard time explaining it. After all, a pregnant Fo Baonu and a non-pregnant Fo Baonu were not the same concept, so he was still very soft-spoken.

At the same time, Han Qi, who was negotiating war compensation in Song State, was about to leave and return. The result of this negotiation was more satisfactory, because each prisoner could be redeemed at a price of ten pennies, and Song State would also compensate them. For all the losses caused by the war, it must have earned about 1000 million yuan every time.

Although the result is not the best result as imagined, it is the best ending at the moment. The only change is that the right to speak in the fight for unification has returned to Da Song. Strictly speaking, Da Song lost but not completely lost. , because the right to speak was taken away, and Liao won but not completely won, because everyone in the world knew what Song was doing, so Song took a righteous word.

In this era, half-new is not old, the young age and the old tradition are blended together. There are very few people with really smart brains. Most of the people are a group of people who can only follow suit. They can also be called heroes.

So now the morale in the Liao Kingdom is very low, even if it wins, it is very low, because the scholars are a little disappointed with the actions of the Liao Kingdom, but they admire the behavior of the Song Kingdom.

A rebel army that ran thousands of miles to save Kong Sheng's family was actually beaten and driven out by the Liao army.

Han Qi once again saw how powerful Song Beiyun is. His stamina is too strong. Throughout history, no country has ever won a war but was scolded. This is unreasonable and should not be.

But Han Qi is also a prime minister after all, and he quickly understood the reason for this, because the right to speak is in the hands of Song Guo, and now they control the only branch of the Kong family, Zheng Shuo, The Liao Kingdom has less than the slightest advantage in the battlefield of public opinion.

What's more important is that Song and Liao are now interpenetrating too much. The original Khitan culture of Liao is running out, and the terrifying Han culture has begun to erode the warlike genes in Khitan culture from all aspects. In the face of this When there is an obviously unfair confrontation, even the Liao people will instinctively defend what they think is the righteous side.

Han Qi was a little reconciled, but he couldn't help it, because he had seen what is the general trend of the world. Under this general trend, as long as the Song State did not suddenly invade the Liao State, then the fate of the Liao State would no longer be able to tell who was right. Who is Song in Liao?

And now Song Beiyun is implementing a universal system for the two countries, which is simply a method of killing people, and it can even be said to be a bit of nonsense, but it is the hope of countless people in the court and in the market. The country can be more prosperous and the scholars of the Liao country will have more opportunities.

Gone, the Liao Kingdom is gone.

Standing on the bell tower of the Great Song Dynasty, Han Qi suddenly understood what Song Beiyun said to him was China.

That person doesn't need Da Song to win or Daliao to lose at all. What he needs is to blend the originally distinct boundaries together, and at that point it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses.

Han Qi suddenly had the idea of ​​quitting the court because of that inexplicable sense of powerlessness.

It's not because of how scary Song Beiyun is. In fact, that person is not as scary as he imagined. What's really scary is the momentum of the world. He can't understand this momentum, and it just so happens that Song Beiyun is standing on the crest of the monstrous waves, aloof.

The world that Han Qi accepted since he was a child is a pattern of monarch and minister, father and son, but now one person stands up and tells him that all his ideas are wrong.

He was naturally dissatisfied, and if he was dissatisfied, he had to use practical actions to prove Song Beiyun was wrong.

But he worked hard, very hard.Racking his brains and racking his brains, he only slept for an hour or an hour and a half a day, but even though His Majesty trusted him completely, Song Beiyun didn't use his relationship with His Majesty to hinder him, but if he couldn't do it, he couldn't do it.

Just like what Song Beiyun said to him in Shandong, it is the wisest choice to give up resistance at this time, because the huge waves of the times can overthrow all stubborn young people who do not believe in evil.

Han Qi leaned against the masonry wall, staring blankly at the lights of Wanjia in Jinling City. He knew that he had already lost to this era, and there was no turning point.

Suddenly, without warning, he burst into tears, and squatted down covering his face with his hands.

The soldiers on the Bell and Drum Tower don't know what's wrong with him, Prime Minister of Liao Kingdom?That's it?

But out of duty, they still sent someone to inform Yan Xiangguo who was waiting below.

Yan Shu walked up quickly, looked curiously at Han Qi who was already crying, and asked curiously, "Mr. Han, what's going on?"

"I lost...I lost..."

He muttered repeatedly in his mouth, and the snot flowed into his mouth. He ignored it and even smacked the taste.

Yan Shu frowned as he looked at the second-rank prime minister of the Liao Kingdom who suddenly collapsed, and didn't know what to say for a while.

He just said that he lost, but where did he lose?Didn't this just get paid?He also captured more than 1 people from Song State. This is a glorious victory, why did he lose?

But if you ask him now, you will definitely not be able to find out why, because his mentality has collapsed, and the only way is to wait for him to calm down.

After waiting for a while, Han Qi's mood gradually calmed down. He wiped away his tears and patted the city wall with his hands, sighing repeatedly, which made Yan Shu next to him a little irritable.

"Sorry, Yan Xiang, I lost my composure."

"It's okay, Han Xiangding must have thought of something sad. I often write lyrics at home. When I think that I may not be able to surpass the lyrics written by Master Song Beiyun Song when he was 20 years old, I also cry."

Han Qi looked at Yan Shu in astonishment, Yan Shu silently spread his hands, and said helplessly, "Men, if you lose, you lose, there's nothing shameful about it."

"You lost to him too?"

Yan Shu was stunned for a moment: "I don't quite understand what Prime Minister Han meant."

"Ugh……"

Han Qi let out a long sigh, and told Yan Shu what Song Beiyun said to him when he was in Shandong, and then sighed: "The world is invincible, invincible! Well, I will resign and return to my hometown when I go back this time. Just an idle scholar."

"Farewell, Prime Minister Han." Yan Shu waved his hand and said, "Why are you competing with Song Beiyun?"

Han Qi looked at Yan Shu inexplicably, but Yan Shu just smiled and said: "When I knew him, he was also at that time. From the day I met him, the nightmare of my life began. Do you know my , Linchuan and even the number one talented person in the Song Dynasty, but since he appeared, whoever tells me that Yan Shu is the number one talented person in the world, I will go up to fight with others."

Han Qi couldn't help laughing when he heard what Yan Shu said was interesting: "Why?"

"Shame!" Yan Shu said with a wry smile, "There is such a monster standing in front of him, if he said it again, it would be the same as pointing at my nose and scolding."

"And after that?"

"If you can't fight, and if you can't win, then let's join forces." Yan Shu's fan made a sound on the masonry wall: "If you can't fight, there is no need to fight. Just like you said, The general trend of the world is like this, if you insist on going against the trend, isn’t that just asking for your own death?”

"What does Yan Xiang mean?"

"Join if you can't beat it." Yan Shu put his hands on the wall and looked into the distance: "Song Beiyun once called me comrade when he was drunk, and I was still a father and son of a monarch, minister, minister, and son, just like you. I I don’t want to dig up my ancestor’s grave either, but he calls me comrade.”

"Comrade? If you have the same morals, you will be of the same heart, and if you have the same heart, you will be comrades."

"Yeah." Yan Shu pursed his lips and thought for a while: "Later I asked him what comrades meant, and he may have been prepared or fabricated and told me that comrades are people who strive for a common ideal cause, Those who are practical, down-to-earth, and fighting for the survival of China and the Chinese people now and in the future, should be cited as comrades, and it is an honor."

"Chinese..."

"There is no distinction between Song, Liao and Jin in China."

Han Qi was suddenly a little dazed, but he could feel that the grass was on fire inexplicably.

Chapter 886: Sunny May 9, Ten Years

Song Beiyun left Shandong in the early morning, and he will not participate in the final selection, because the machinery exhibition in Chang'an is about to start, he has to go back and explain the situation to his family, and then go to Luoyang to take care of Fobaonu.

It seems that he really can't stop for a moment, as if he always wants to find something to do. No wonder Zhao Xing said that he is a donkey, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't work for a day.