The night is getting darker.

Except for those night-time streets specially approved by the imperial court, Emperor Andu fell into a deep sleep.

Countless blue shimmers merged into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the light from the bright pattern lamp seeped out from the window sill of the outer study room.

A young man in blood-clothed clothes is sitting at the desk, writing something with a wolf-brush pen. The blood burning in his eyes means that he is running the Kung Fu at the moment. By running the Kung Fu, he can write much faster.
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Opposite him sat an old man with squinting eyes and white hair and beard.

This study in the Prime Minister's Mansion is somewhat similar to the emperor's royal study, and was used by Xu Yinhe to receive some important staff and ministers.

But tonight Xu Yinhe was in the main hall discussing cooperation with Luo Daofan, and Xu Yuan took over directly.

Hua Hong dragged him over directly and was forced to work overtime. He was not allowed to sleep until he wrote.

Without him, we can’t beat him.

No one wanted to ask for help. After all, no one wanted to offend Hua Hong, the God of Wealth of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xu Yuan spread his hands. That thing was taught outside special primary schools in later generations. If I want to learn it, there is a place to learn it.

The things I write are all things that later generations learned in elementary school and graduate school.

"So, the consort is not as beautiful as me?"

Xu Yuan nodded and said with a smile: "He should be able to see you then. If you pass, he should beat you or pass you."

"Banknote."

"Can't."

At noon in early summer, the sun shines in from the window along with the chirping of birds.

"Speak directly and don't be shy."

Xu Yuan also agrees with this. It doesn’t take much effort to write it down quickly.

The person sitting in that position is truly mediocre.

"Old Man Hua, does he want to turn those people into replaceable parts at any time?"

Su Jin smiled slightly, very viciously:

As soon as he opened his eyes in a daze, Xu Yuan heard a rustling sound coming from beside my bed:

Su Jin frowned and stared at Xu Yuan:

After a moment of pause, Xu Yuan suddenly thought of something and repeated:

"Although you have no memory, you should be considered a beauty."

Xu Yuan tidied up the bad desk, took out a stack of one thousand taels of silver notes from the Xumi Ring, put it in his hand and fanned it:

I found that the world today has no signs of innovating the production system and liberating productivity during the Industrial Revolution.

I'm tired.

Hear the words,

Are you asking me if I can solve it?

"Of course he retreated. The way he looked when he was sleeping was wrong."

"It's finished, let's take a look."

"He means that the sect will issue new banknotes?"

"Whoosh——"

Fang Lin folded the rice paper written by Xu Yuan heavily, put it into Xumijie, pondered for a moment, and said:

Without us, Cheonan Chamber of Commerce will suffer very little loss.

"Changtian, I have actually discussed the matter he mentioned with his staff many times. He has no opinion on it?"

Fang Lin took a long breath, with a hint of gloom between her eyebrows:

Su Jin's eyes twitched when she saw Xu Yuan's dandy attitude, and then she felt helpless.

The fewer people who know how to do it, the worse their family members will be treated. In that case, except for people with sound minds, there will be no one willing to spread the word.

For a while, the study became silent.

"How did he retreat?"

"It must be a banknote to get rid of the imperial court. Once a fight breaks out, the sect will have to bleed blood to help the imperial court pay the bill. There are few fools in the sky, so the sect may consider it."

Wearing narrow pine pajamas, he walked behind the table. Xu Yuan poured himself a cup of tea to wake up. He looked back at the alluring beauty who was still sitting by the bed and said:

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The same information, when a small number of people hear it in one ear and out the other, the less discerning people have not yet thought about how to use it to make profits.

Xu Yuan spit out two words, concise and clear:

Of course,

"He really thinks highly of you."

Su Jin didn't say anything when he saw this, and then smiled and said:

Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and made a statement.

Fang Linyan took a deep breath, and there was no wave in her chest:

Taking a deep breath, Xu Yuan walked to your side.

Sighing, Xu Yuan glanced at the bad old man opposite and felt a little cursed in his heart.

Xu Yuan rolled his eyes, raised his hand to pick up the rice paper with still wet ink, looked at it, and handed it to Su Jin opposite:

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Because he was tired, Xu Yuan put his legs under the table, covered his mouth and yawned:

"Yes, your suggestion is to store less physical silver and gold. If there is a run, at least the price in the area controlled by the imperial court should be stabilized."

Low-level cultivators are extremely productive.

"Hey princess, is his expression shy?"

Xu Yuan smiled and answered.

Xu Yuan hurriedly stood up from his chair, and while quickly and methodically gathering the pens, inks, paper and inkstones under his desk, he repeated:

"The Holy Man of Jiantian Pavilion, can he beat him?"

Fang Lin calmed down:

Xu Yuan, who had dispersed his skills, leaned directly on the back of the chair and ended his nap.

"Yes, I am shy."

Xu Yuan stared at you seriously for two seconds and said with a smile:

"Bank notes?" Su Jin frowned.

"So, let's just say this is Ran Qingmo?"

Xu Yuan came closer and patted Su Jin, an old man who was over a hundred years old, on the shoulder:

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"Tsk"

"Have you ever been beaten?"

"Of course you can. Although the Chamber of Commerce in Tianjin is still in a period of barbaric growth, some low-level shopkeepers can understand what he wrote. It's just that there is no general outline and it is difficult to form a system."

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Xu Yuan was not surprised when he heard this.

Su Jin's narrowed eyes flashed with a cold light with a smile:

Xu Yuan shook his head when he heard this:

"Parts?"

"You think his eldest son understands all that, and you want to ask his eldest son to give you some advice."

"Moreover, most of these things can only be implemented under the conditions of small unification. When war is approaching, all of your production systems must serve the war."

Compiling business books is basically equivalent to compiling a new dictionary.

"If you write a framework, can he find someone to fill it in?"

"Changtian, although the scripture he wrote has very little practical content, it should be just a framework."

Xu Yuan spread his hands and said:

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To be continued...