There is a saying in Chang'an Junfu that there are only wrong names and no wrong nicknames.

Businessman Lu Buwei.

From business to politics, from politics to business.

When it comes to governing the country, Lu Buwei dare not be ranked first.

Let’s talk about doing business.

"I don't know if Zhang Ping is still alive in Kaifangdi. I don't know much about Zhang Liang."

The main house of Chang'an Jun Mansion.

Lu Goujian listened to Ying Chengyu's words.

"I will obey all your orders."

"It's been a long and tiring journey, thank you Mr. Lu for your hard work."

"Gou Jian's life has been given to you since that year in Handan. It is a blessing for Gou Jian to share your worries with you. But Gou Jian is not in the palace of Chang'an, so you are safe..."

"With Qingmei and Dingxiang here, the three of us join forces, plus Pijia Men and Qin Nu are here. Even Duke Lu will find it difficult to hurt my life in this situation."

"If someone can come and go as invisible as Jing Ke in Qinggong, but his martial arts is not weaker than mine..."

Halfway through the words, Lu Goujian laughed first.

In this world, it is extremely difficult to reach the top in either Qinggong or Wushu.

If you want to have both, how can there be such a genius in the world?

Although qinggong is nominally a type of martial arts, the two are not the same thing among people in the world. It does not mean that those who are good at martial arts are better at qinggong.

The difference is roughly like the difference between a leopard and a lion.

Leopards can run faster than lions, but in a fight, three leopards cannot beat one lion.

Jing Ke is a world-famous assassin with extremely high stealth skills.

Zhao Gaoneng fought against Gai Nie, and his martial arts were at the top of the world.

Even Zhao Gao could only discover Jing Ke at the last moment when his life was threatened.

But in a head-on battle, Jing Ke was beaten to pieces by Ge Nie.

"Your Majesty, take care."

At night, a carriage carrying the moonlight left Chang'an Jun's Mansion, left Xianyang City, and headed for Han Dynasty.

The swordsman Gai Nie came out of Chang'an Jun's Mansion and showed great splendor beside the First Emperor.

After Gai Nie, two more disciples with code names entered the world of Chang'an Junfu.

The sweeping monk Lu Goujian and the businessman Lu Buwei.

The carriage was so big that it took three horses to pull it.

The hubs are all made of hard solid wood on the outside and refined iron on the inside.

Inside the carriage were two soft couches for sleeping, a writing desk, and two cushions. There was still quite a lot of space.

"How long will this trip take? I feel uneasy when I'm not with you."

"Brother Lu, rest assured, it can be as short as a month or as long as three months, and it can change in Han Dynasty."

Before leaving, Lu Buwei learned from Ying Chengxuan.

In order to carry out the reform in South Korea smoothly, only the minimum manpower available from all over the world was left, and the rest were transferred to South Korea.

Ying Chengyu attaches great importance to this war between Korea and the land.

The first shot of the reform must be fired!

Lu Buwei has lived in Chang'an Jun's Mansion for nearly ten years, and Ying Chengxuan has hidden nothing from him. He knows very well what Ying Chengxuan's words mean and how much power he has.

With such a huge advantage, if he, Lu Buwei, cannot quickly resolve the business war, he might as well go back fishing as soon as possible.

"It takes so long."

Lu Goujian sighed softly. He thought it would take more than ten days.

Lu Buwei smiled bitterly.

"Brother Lu, this is not a competition between two people. The winner can be determined in an instant."

"I know, just hurry up."

"promise."

As the two chatted, the carriage got closer and closer to Han Di.

At this time, Zhang Liang did not know.

Now in Han Dynasty, neither he nor Ying Chengyu had the right time.

Due to favorable geographical location and good people, he was temporarily tied with Ying Chengxuan.

But after a carriage enters Korea, he will lose his geographical advantage.

In Korea, flying birds are much faster than galloping horses.

Xinzheng Zhangjia, a secret room.

This room has doors but no windows, and four candles are burning brightly inside.

“Can’t this thing be imitated?”

Zhang Liang used the power of the Zhang family to summon all the skilled craftsmen he could, and made the paper full of words available for everyone to touch and see.

The skilled craftsmen touched the paper, looked at it carefully, and spoke one after another in front of the Zhang family's generous reward.

"This thing has a woody aroma, and its material should be wood."

"And water."

"The wood should be crushed and mixed with water."

"Why can't it be grass? Grass is softer and closer to this."

"This color is yellow and white, how can it be grass?"

"The grass in this world is only green. How could you know that there is no yellow and white color?"

"That's right, if you think so, flowers are fine too."

"..."

Everyone was talking, but no one responded to Zhang Liang's question of whether he could imitate it.

This era is not modern. There are all kinds of precision machines that can break down the materials and make them exactly the same in minutes.

Being able to distinguish the approximate material of paper based on experience, naked eyes, and nose is already a testament to the reputation of these skilled craftsmen.

"Speak slowly, sir. I just want to know, can this thing be imitated?"

An old man with a gray beard who seemed to have a high prestige among the crowd stroked his beard and said hesitantly:

"Master, are you sure this thing can be produced?"

"Sure."

Zhang Liang saw with his own eyes the stack of papers on Han Fei's desk.

"That being said, the materials for this object should be common trees, flowers, grasses, etc., rather than rare and exotic herbs. We will give it a try and advise you not to put too much hope in it."

Zhang Liang hugged and punched this group of skilled craftsmen.

"Then I'd like to trouble you all. Regardless of whether things are done or not, the Zhang family will give you one gold. If you can imitate this thing, the Zhang family can give each of you a hundred gold!"

Wow~

Everyone's expressions changed and they were all in an uproar.

One person suddenly stood up, his eyes shining brightly.

What is the concept of Baijin?

Even in the richest land of Qi, a hundred gold is enough for a person to live comfortably until death.

These people are all craftsmen, and their combined lifetime income has never exceeded a hundred gold.

"Is this true, Master?"

There are more than fifty people here, and one hundred gold pieces per person is five thousand gold pieces.

Even if the Zhang family has the financial resources to spend five thousand gold in one breath, it will definitely be a strain on their muscles and bones.

Hundreds of eyes were all staring at Zhang Liang, mostly with suspicion and disbelief.

"Get the contract!"

The servants of the Zhang family who had been waiting nearby were waiting for Zhang Liang's words. He immediately lowered his head and held two bamboo slips in his hands.

Zhang Liang spread out the two bamboo slips on the table, pointed to the identical handwriting on the two bamboo slips and said:
To be continued...