I am rich in martial arts, but choose culture to win

Chapter 793 Brother Abdul's Reemployment Plan

Facts have proved that viewing gold is not a meal, but has the function of inducing vomiting.

Zhu Fugui heard that his loyal ICAC had completed the important task of confiscating the gold. He rushed into the back garden happily with his bowl and chopsticks, and then shouted back the guards who wanted to dissuade him, insisting on opening the treasure box himself...

I don't care about the later things, I just regret it, very regretful...

Rao Zhu Fugui already possessed a physique that is almost invulnerable to all poisons, so he also vomited it out on the spot.

He lay on the bed until noon the next day, and drank the seafood porridge cooked by Bai Xia'er, and then he recovered a little.

"Sure enough, I don't agree with Ah San, it's the right choice not to have more contact with them!"

Zhu Fugui climbed out of bed, wanting to exercise.

Nguyen Phuc, with a sliding tackle, put on the boots for Long Live before Ibowen.

"Fushi, I knew you were the most loyal, and I did not misread the person!"

Zhu Fugui patted him on the shoulder in relief, his eyes full of expectation.

Ruan Fushi hurriedly said: "Weichen was born in Jiaozhi County, Hebei (at the end of Dewu 12th, Beizhili has resumed the name of Hebei), and he has not seen the beauty of China for a long time. Now that he can study with Wansui, he should naturally be the first to do everything! This is what I should do!"

"good, very good, excellent!"

Zhu Fugui said three "good" words in a row, which made Ruan Fushi elated.

Then he said: "That's right, I have a task, I don't feel relieved if it is done by others, why don't I let Ruan Aiqing do it too!"

"I will do my best!" Ruan Fushi nodded again and again, "Even if it's up the mountain of swords or down into the sea of ​​fire..."

"No, no, don't bother!"

Zhu Fugui took a bottle of "Mr. Mighty" disinfectant from the bedside table, handed it to him and said, "Ruan Aiqing, the gold is still in my back garden. You used to be a puppet king of Yue, so you must know the goods. Go, Take this bottle of 'Mr. Mighty' and go to wash Ah San's gold wares, and then sort them into categories according to value, purity, and workmanship. It's best to be able to estimate the price, and everything is done!

Remember, these golds are crucial to the great cause of the revival of the imperial kingdom, you must carefully clean and disinfect them thoroughly, not leaving a single corner, otherwise, Li Banban will spank your ass... ..."

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Ruan Fushi left with "Mr. Mighty" in his arms, Zhu Fugui thought that he must be very grateful.

Because when he left, there seemed to be tears in the corner of his eyes, and he was so excited.

After exercising his body, Zhu Fugui ordered another secretary, Yi Bowen, to see how Prince Arthur was doing. If there was no major problem, he would bring him up to answer the question.

Ibowen took the order with a grin.

When passing by the back garden, he laughed even louder.

At this time, Abdul came to Zhu Fugui with an oak barrel in his hand.

"My dear friend, Zhu, a good day should start with delicious fermented juice, happy hour is about to begin!"

Zhu Fugui looked at the sky, and it was already eleven o'clock, let alone.

Zhu Fugui shook his head, and couldn't help but sigh, everyone is the emperor, why can brother Abdul sleep until eleven o'clock every day, but he can only stay in bed when he is sick?

This world is really full of malice towards the handsome emperor!

Because the seafood porridge made by Bai Xia'er was a bit salty, Zhu Fugui happened to be a little thirsty, and a few drinks would be a good afternoon pastime to kill boredom.

Bai Xiaer took Yin Susu to Dajin Temple to pray for Zhu Fugui, hoping that the Bodhisattva would bless him for a speedy recovery, so Zhu Fugui had nothing to do for the time being.

He was half-pushed and half-satisfied, and was dragged by Abdul to drink two glasses.

Abdul patted open the oak barrel, poured the wine, and asked, "Brother Fugui, when I came here just now, I saw two younger brothers and sisters going out murderously with knives in their waists and clubs in their hands. What's the matter?" What's going on?"

"Oh, you said that!"

Zhu Fugui raised his glass and let Abdul fill it with wine, "Xiaer and Susu went to the temple to pray for me..."

"But, they all have weapons in their hands? Is Yangon still unsafe?" Abdul asked after taking a sip of the fermented juice.

"That's not true. Even if some Burmese-Bangladesh separatists are plotting wrongdoing, the accompanying guard flags will get rid of them."

Zhu Fugui replied, "The weapons in Xia'er and the others' hands are magic weapons to be used when praying to Bodhisattvas."

"A magic weapon?" Abdul was taken aback.

"Yes, it seems that I learned from those Fujianese who cannoned the Dragon King Temple and strangled the Dragon King's neck with a rope...Xia'er said that if you put a knife around your neck, blessings will be more effective...Although my My suggestion is, as a heroine of the West Lake, it is more appropriate to use a sword..."

"Is this too violent...religion...religion makes people peaceful..." Abdul wiped his cold sweat.

"Peace, of course it's peace, our Da Ming gods are under the control of the Ministry of Rites, it's very peaceful."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Fugui shook his head and comforted him, "Don't worry, your gods don't have statues, it's safer..."

Abdul wiped off his cold sweat, gulped down two mouthfuls of fermented juice, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "The Peace Sect is indeed the most peaceful..."

Zhu Fugui shook his head, raised his glass to touch Abdul's, and drank it down: "You don't know, my old man is also a learned monk, he has a unique knowledge of Buddhism. See... puff..."

Suddenly, Zhu Fugui sprayed the wine on Abdul's face in one gulp, stuck out his tongue, and flapped his hands desperately.

Abdul wiped his face, stretched out his finger and licked it, but regretfully said: "What a waste, what a good fermented juice!"

Zhu Fugui was so hot that he quickly asked the guards to bring a bottle of milk and drink it, which made him feel better.

He said angrily, "Old man, what kind of wine did you give me?"

"Wine? Where is there wine? Don't talk nonsense, God will blame you!"

Abdul shook his head again and again, "This is sauce-flavored sorghum juice, very precious!"

Only then did Zhu Fugui remember that his account balance in the system was less than 300 billion due to throwing money everywhere some time ago, and he was only one step away from bankruptcy, so he desperately searched for ways to get rich all over the world.

Later, while surfing the Internet, Zhu Fugui heard that the price of Moutai had increased again, so he decided to ask Guizhou Chief Secretary Maotai to brew a batch of high-quality wine as a tribute to the palace.

From Guizhou to Yunnan and then to Myanmar, although the mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, but because of the small number, it is relatively fast to rely on Yunnan horses and human transportation.

As a result, I don't know whether the quality of the wine offered is too good or too bad. In short, it doesn't look like Moutai at all.

Zhu Fugui guessed it was the former.

After all, the reputation of "Wine Crowning Guizhou People's Country" has spread since the Daoguang period, but it can only be regarded as a famous wine in the southwest region, not a state banquet drink, nor a palace tribute wine.

Today, the emperor ordered to pay tribute, that is joy from the sky, the grace of heaven is so long!

Then why don't the whole town, men, women and children go to battle together and produce the best wine?

Regardless of the age of aging, the quality is naturally superior.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the sauce-flavored technology of later generations has advanced by leaps and bounds, so the possibility that the quality of Moutai produced by Zhu Fugui cannot meet the standard.

After all, the sauce-flavored academicians can appear, which means that there may really be some great technological innovations here.

So I can't talk too much.

Chapter 794 The big one is coming

Anyway, because the taste is very different, Zhu Fugui had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​pretending to be Moutai.

Moreover, selling counterfeit wine is a serious illegal act, and there is a huge cultural penalty.

Zhu Fugui plans to register a "Da Ming Chun" trademark by himself, and let the "Da Meng Girls Group" sell alcohol.

Although Zhu Fugui felt that most of the young people who watched the house dance did not drink baijiu, but there was no cost anyway, so there was no harm in trying.

Maybe in order to support "wife", people buy wine to play with?

In short, Zhu Fugui has a large number of "Da Ming Chun" in Yangon, and he is going to let his maids sell them after returning to Fengdu.

Of course, as anchors, they are all paid taxes by the company in accordance with regulations.

No fake wine is sold either.

Can hold it!

Zhu Fugui really didn't expect that this group of house dance audiences after drinking hadn't enjoyed it yet, but brother Abdul had it first.

"This sorghum juice tastes better than wort and grape juice!"

Abdul used to be in Istanbul, and although he was drunk all day long, he had to be more or less polite.

According to the unwritten rules of successive sultans, only rum and wine are not considered alcohol.

As a devout sultan, Abdul had never tried other kinds of alcohol.

Now in Daming, although he has lost his country, he has gained the freedom to drink. What a beautiful thing!

As far as Zhu Fugui knows, foreigners who like to drink baijiu are really rare. They always say that baijiu has a gasoline smell.

Zhu Fugui doesn't like to drink, let alone taste wine. I don't know if there is such a thing.

But at present, with the increasing international status of Ming Dynasty, middle and low-end wines such as Laobaigan and Erguotou are sold to the southern states, and the red-necks are drinking happily.

Brother Abdul loves "Da Ming Chun" very much now, maybe he can shoot an advertisement in the future, and be the image spokesperson for the overseas trade of Daming Brew.

There is no way for future generations to rely on girl groups to sell alcohol. Women sell alcohol, so there is no such thing as bearded men. The key is that this is a former Ottoman Sultan!

If Brother Abdul and Brother Nasan could be allowed to shoot commercials together, would you worry that Daming's cigarettes and liquor would not be sold all over the world?

Just like Eugenie and Elizabeth endorsed stockings, even if you don't like Daming, you can't deny that the quality of Daming's products is the ceiling of the industry.

As long as Miss Victoria doesn't come forward to bring the goods in person, Daming's brand effect will be unrivaled in the world!

Zhu Fugui drank milk and talked with Abdul's younger brother about his reemployment arrangements after his abdication and retirement. While he was half-drunk and half awake, Zhu Fugui had drawn up a contract in duplicate in Chinese and Turkish, and asked Abdul Brother Le has signed it.

By the end, Abdul was so drunk that he lay unconscious on the table.

Zhu Fugui kept the contract close to him, looked at Abdul who was snoring, shook his head and said, "Brother, it's not that my brother tricked you, it's for your own good too!

After all, you can at least build a subway if you are a worker. You really only have one talent, drinking, so it’s a pity not to use it! "

Just when Zhu Fugui was about to order someone to drag Abdul back to his own room, Ibowen brought Prince Arthur to him.

After being washed and fed, Arthur's fur was shiny again and he was more energetic.

Zhu Fugui knew that he would definitely not be able to speak plain words. Anyway, it was a private occasion, so it was not difficult for him. Zhu Fugui asked in English: "Do you know who I am?"

After all, Arthur is just a 26-year-old pampered son-in-law. Although he has served in the army, he served in the royal family...

Although there are all kinds of legends in the rivers and lakes that British princes are not afraid of hardships or tiredness in the army, train with ordinary soldiers, and are even scolded by instructors with stricter standards, but this kind of legend is good to listen to.

In short, Arthur seemed to be terrified at this time, clamping his legs desperately, trembling.

Zhu Fugui shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this is Daming, not you, England. We are not interested in torturing prisoners with howitzer shells and broomsticks."

Hearing what Zhu Fugui said, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, let go of his legs, and the tense sphincter immediately relaxed.

only……

Long-term high tension, and now this relaxation... is too relaxed...

Zhu Fugui knew that the old man with big fists was coming, but he didn't know that this Prince Arthur was young, so he might as well give up his magnification skills.

An indescribable smell permeated the room, and even the sleeping Abdul woke up in a daze: "Brother Fugui, I really don't want to eat stinky tofu or preserved eggs, these foods are terrible Yes, I want to eat roasted camel..."

Baji baji mouth, Abdul fell headlong again, snoring.

"Holy poop, oh no, I don't mean the poop you just pulled is holy, I mean you are a poop, not holy, but big poop! Come on, Bowen, drag him down and sterilize him thoroughly! "

Ibowen, who was gloating because Ruan Phuc Thih was sent to clean the golden spittoon just now, suddenly did the same thing, grabbed Prince Arthur by the collar and dragged him down.

This action made Zhu Fugui discover a very interesting detail.

That is, Ibowen can easily grab Arthur's collar, which shows that the two people are about the same height.

As far as Zhu Fugui knows, although Ibowen has always claimed that he is 1 meters tall, which meets the extra points standard for Japanese naturalization in Ming Dynasty, in fact, this guy's real height is about 60 meters.

And Prince Arthur is at most a little taller than Ibowen by visual estimation.

In other words, Arthur is actually only 1 meters.

this height...

Compared with the princes of the British Windsor dynasty who were 1.9 meters by 1.8 meters in later generations, Arthur was indeed condensed enough.

In fact, Zhu Fugui's best soulmate, Miss Victoria, is only 1 meters tall...

Several of her children are also shorter than the other.

This can also be seen from the great-great-granddaughter of Victoria, the queen who has a long standby time in later generations.

Her height is only 1 meters, while her sister is 61 meters.

Moreover, Zhu Fugui estimated that these figures are likely to have a lot of moisture, and a big discount will be applied.