Siheyuan: Since 51

Lin Jialiang took a puff of cigarette and said suspiciously: "There is something wrong with the situation on the top of the mountain. I don't understand it."

Kenong chuckled and said, "Don't take it personally, think about it objectively."

The brigade commander picked up the special thermos cup, unscrewed the lid, drank a sip of boiled water, and slowly closed it again, reminding: "Think about it comprehensively."

Lin Jialiang frowned and thought for a long time before he asked tentatively, "A self-torture trick?"

The brigade commander curled his lips slightly and spread his hands.

"Who knows? Maybe it's a one-sided self-torture tactic? After all, the old man is very intelligent and we can't figure him out."

Kenong followed up with another sentence.

"I want to put the brakes on but I can't. Let's put it on the table and argue. It won't harm unity and we can both get a good beating."

Lin Jialiang took a deep puff of his cigarette, pondered for a moment, and said suddenly, "If this is true, then I have to congratulate the brigade commander."

The brigade commander laughed and scolded: "How dare you say that?"

……

Lin Zhiyuan listened for a long time and thought of the mountaintop meeting.

Thinking back to my past life, I vaguely remember that the CEO was indeed criticized and resigned as the head of the security department...

Green mountains and green valleys, the boss wrote a letter.

The Security Department had previously rectified its dogma, and now this has happened again, which can be said to have offended a large number of people, both civil and military.

Ke Qingshi took the lead, followed by others.

The boss saw it, kept it in mind, and dealt with it accordingly.

Maintain the authority of the current boss, while criticizing left and right and engaging in self-criticism.

As for the follow-up discussion and the boss’s handling of the matter, I did not participate.

……

A hammer here and a stick there.

The three of them were chatting, and they said whatever they thought of.

Lin Zhiyuan also came back to his senses from the shock and continued to work as a servant seriously.

Suddenly, the brigade commander said something for no reason.

"Zhiyuan, come on, brag a little. You did a pretty good job earlier. It was really encouraging to hear."

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned and didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Uncle Chen, when have I ever boasted? I am an honest young man."

"Stop talking nonsense."

The brigade commander laughed and scolded, and directly guided, "What do you think of the rabbit-elephant dispute?"

Kenong and Lin Jialiang looked over at the same time with great interest.

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled, "Did I really say that?"

The brigade commander snorted, "Say, dilly-dally."

Lin Zhiyuan said succinctly, "There must be a war."

The brigade commander raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile, "Are you sure?"

"Of course, the eldest and the second are fighting, what are you most worried about?"

Lin Zhiyuan paused, then answered his own question, "Of course, the third or fourth child got the advantage."

Ke raised his thick eyebrows and praised with a smile, "That's a good idea. What's the result?"

Lin Zhiyuan chuckled and said confidently, "It's time for someone to move."

The brigade commander shook his head slightly.

"Overconfidence is blindness. You said you would definitely win, and you can really boast by hitting the enemy's lair."

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips in disdain.

"They don't have a unified language, they don't resist foreign forces, and they implement the caste system at home. I don't mean that I look down on them."

Then, he deliberately joked, "When that time comes, I just hope that you leaders won't drag your feet."

As soon as the words fell, the three of them were stunned, and then burst into laughter.

The brigade commander even pointed and asked with a smile.

"In your eyes, we old guys are bloodless?"

Lin Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows slightly, "Just wait and see while we go."

"Hahaha, no wonder Old Chen said that listening to you brag is inspiring."

Kenong became interested and waved his hand.

"Come on, nephew, I'm in charge of talking to others. There's something I can't figure out. I've talked to Chen Caishen about it, but he doesn't quite understand it either. You can blow it too."

Lin Zhiyuan added water to the three people and said with a smile: "Uncle Li, look at what you said. I am not bragging at all. My analysis is based on objective facts."

"Okay, then you analyze it for me,"

Kenong suppressed his laughter and asked, "Do you know Bretton Woods?"

Can you not know?

The key is that there is no way to say you know.

Lin Zhiyuan secretly complained in his heart and pretended to be confused, "What forest?"

Kenong believed it and explained patiently.

"Trade in the village has always been barter, with different currencies, and the most common currency is gold. In the 1940s, the United States came up with an idea to anchor gold and the US dollar..."

After listening patiently, Lin Zhiyuan asked casually, "Why? We are not allowed to enter the forest?"

Kenong nodded. "Yes, we are not allowed to do so. As a result, we have to transport gold, materials, and even minerals when we trade with foreign countries, which causes great waste."

After saying that, he pointed his lips and said, "What do you think? Start blowing."

Lin Zhiyuan lit a cigarette and the other three did not disturb him.

After a long moment, he sighed.

"This is a conspiracy. If you don't go in, you will be isolated from the village's economic cycle, which will restrict your development. If you go in, you will be easily ripped off later!"

Ke Nong raised his eyebrows, "Cutting leeks? Good metaphor, tell me more about it."

Lin Zhiyuan spread his hands and secretly organized his words.

“For convenience, every household in the village has to save US dollars.

For example, suppose the anchor is ten dollars per gram of gold, and I am Da Piaoliang.

The family is financially well off and everything is normal.

Whenever I am short of money, I will announce that I want to exchange it for gold, and it costs twenty US dollars per gram.

In this way, the value of the US dollar in everyone's hands is halved, and I make a lot of money..."

Kenong shook his head in denial, "Your assumption is not valid. Who would ruin their reputation for a one-time transaction?"

Lin Zhiyuan curled his lips and refuted without hesitation.

"There is only so much gold in the village, and all kinds of industries are consuming it. In order to maintain economic circulation, the US dollar must be over-issued. There is nothing I can do about it!"

The brigade commander pondered for a moment and also raised his doubts.

“No one wants to be exploited all the time. What will you do when the dollar is no longer needed?”

Lin Zhiyuan responded without thinking.

"Then let's change the anchor, oil, the blood of industry. I have the strongest military force and the most money. I will go to the desert to negotiate with Camel. From now on, I will only accept US dollars when selling oil. Everything will continue, and it will be easier to reap the leeks."

Regardless of the three people's stunned expression, he asked with a smile, "As long as I'm short of money, I'll print more. What can you do to me?"

"Shameless!"

Lin Jialiang took a deep puff of his cigarette, slapped his thigh, and said thankfully: "Fortunately, we have Big Brother, and the camps help each other, otherwise..."

He hadn't finished speaking when he remembered something and stopped abruptly.

Kenong frowned for a long time and sighed, "It really is an open conspiracy!"

The brigade commander calmed himself, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there a way to crack it?"

"How can I help you?"

Lin Zhiyuan spread his hands and then spoke in a firm tone.

"Strength can defeat skill. When we become powerful and the apple tree blooms, we will have a chance!"

The brigade commander glanced at Kenong and scolded him with a smile, "I let you brag, but you made Kenong depressed. Chen Caishen will not be able to sleep later. What do you think we should do about this?"

Lin Zhiyuan was stunned for a moment, swallowed secretly and let out a weak sound.

"Uncle Chen, it's not my turn to take the blame, right?"

The brigade commander raised his head and leaned back in the rocking chair.

"I don't care, you have to coax Kenong, otherwise..."

As he said this, he smiled and said, "I will give you to Chen Caishen."