By the way, Bai Hao has never seen the original version.
Is this book good?
After Bai Hao saw the book, he found that the cover was handwritten, without any patterns or decorations, and the paper had turned yellow.
Thirty-two karat edition, bound on the right side.
Its content is 100% considered a masterpiece.
What's more, Ye Shiguan's father once owned it and wrote his thoughts and notes in the book.
Bai Hao put on clean gloves and read carefully.
A masterpiece.
There is only one word to describe this book.
Holding the book in his hands, Bai Hao couldn't put it down.
"Alas!" Bai Hao regretted in his heart. If it weren't for Simba Ya, Bai Hao would have deceived him into getting this book and kept it at home. This would definitely be a book that could be put in a museum.
Ye Shiguan said from the side: "It's just an object. It has value only if it can achieve what you want."
"That's right." Bai Hao agreed.
Ye Shiguan hesitated for a moment and then said: "Xiao Bai, isn't this a bit too heavy? The puffer fish is very beautiful and has the backing."
Bai Hao thought for a while: "I don't think Simbaya can learn the essence. It's just good to learn a little bit."
"Yeah, that's right." Ye Shiguan agreed.
The next day, Bai Hao met Xinba Ya.
Xinba Ya has never met Bai Hao, but has seen many photos of Bai Hao.
In Simbaya's memory, Bai Hao can be regarded as the world's top rich man, owning countless properties, and his wealth is a mystery.
Some people even said that if Bai Hao randomly bought a piece of handmade clothing on the streets of Milan, the country of boots, the owner of this clothing store would be worth ten times in one night.
Bai Hao can be said to be synonymous with fashion and trend.
Bai Hao's photos are all in bright clothes and charming style.
Today, Ximbaya saw Bai Hao. Bai Hao was wearing a green dress. It was very old, as if it had been washed many times and had turned white in many places.
"Bai Hao?" Xinba Ya couldn't believe that he saw it was Bai Hao.
Bai Hao nodded: "It's me, the respected Sheikh." Bai Hao bent down and took Simbaya's hand.
Simbaya was unable to stand and his spine was severely injured.
As an elder, Xinba Ya grabbed Bai Hao's hand with both hands, pulled Bai Hao close with force, and touched Bai Hao's forehead with his forehead.
Bai Hao sat on the ground: "The big camels said that they support you in restoring your homeland and making Temple City your capital. Sha Damu hopes to contribute to get the camels' understanding for the wrong things he has done."
Simbaya sat on the chair and was silent.
He has experienced suffering that others have never experienced, and he has seen countless suffering people with his own eyes.
When he came here, Abu told him that the one who really saved him was here, and the person who could give him direction was also here, so he came.
Here, he saw the ancient temple that existed more than 1,500 years ago and saw the tolerance of the Xia Kingdom.
If it weren't for tolerance, how could they have allowed the temple at Luotuo to remain here for 1,500 years.
Bai Hao opened his yellow school bag and took out the book wrapped in cloth.
"It is better to ask for others than to ask for yourself. What you need most is awakening, not begging for mercy." Bai Hao handed the book to Xinba Ya's hands: "Don't insult this book, otherwise I will kill you."
Bai Hao directly used the word "kill".
Simbaya was shocked.
He knows very little about Xia Mandarin. Apart from making this book purely in Xia Mandarin feel very long ago, he still doesn’t understand its value yet.
However, Bai Hao's attitude.
He re-examined the book. It was an old book with poor printing quality. After opening it, there were many words written by other people besides the main text of the book.
Bai Hao stood up: "I'm leaving. When we meet again, I hope it will be in your home, in your capital, Temple City. Keep this book safe, and I will get it back then."
Simbaya began to realize that this was no ordinary book.
What he regretted was that he knew very, very little about Xia Mandarin.
Simbaya left. It was Abu who quietly brought him, and it was also the big camel caravan that quietly took him away.
On the plane leaving, Da Luotuo, who was proficient in Xia Mandarin, told Simbaya who the author of the book was and the signature of the person who wrote the notes in the book.
If you don't understand Xia Mandarin, it doesn't mean you haven't heard of those great names.
Xinba Ya began to reflect on Bai Hao's words.
They haven't awakened yet.
So, what is awakening?
Maybe there is an answer in the book.
Where is Bai Hao?
Sitting in a teahouse in Yangcheng, sipping tea, it was very quiet.
When Long Wufeng came, he sat down and said directly: "I heard from Lao Ye, you're going to be tough enough, I'm afraid the puffer fish will have a hard time."
Bai Hao sat still, without opening his eyes, and said slowly: "I am going to add a business to the post and telecommunications. I know that they have been losing money, and the Ministry of Finance has been giving them money. I hesitated.
The question is, did I take it too far and stretched my hand too long?"
"Tell me, it's not up to you whether it's wide or not. No one can talk nonsense about whether your hand is extended or not."
Bai Hao said: "When the Ninth Factory first started, many people queued up to send money to their families after receiving bonuses. I'm afraid banks only exist in the county town. Who does the village rely on, not every postman who travels across the mountains? I support it.
They run banks. They can open as many business offices as they had before."
Long Wufeng didn't answer and glanced at Xue Linlin who was kneeling on the ground making tea.
Xue Linlin replied: "There is someone nearby to record it, and someone will report it."
Bai Hao added: "This is a small matter, Xiao Xue. Arrange for me to cut off the re-export trade in Xiangjiang. I calculated in my head that all the factories, commerce and transportation fleets we can control will make them cry in half a year."
I can’t cry.”
"Arrangement." Xue Linlin stood up.
In Xue Linlin's eyes, regarding the matter of sending money or delivering letters just now, it was Bai Hao who came up with an idea, and if anyone was interested, someone at the boss level would come over and ask for advice.
This is asking for advice, not discussing.
The second thing Bai Hao said was truly within the scope of her work.
Bai Hao stretched out four fingers: "Hong Kong, finance, housing, entrepot trade, tourism, the four pillars. In my opinion, there is only one pillar. Without the entrepot trade, what else do they have? The rest are all scum, Feng Yi
Just blow and they will all fall down. Let our Xingang steal their life."
Long Wufeng asked: "Where are the people?"
"Run away!"
Bai Hao's tone was a little cold.
Many low-income people in Xiangjiang can go to the new district if they can't survive. There are people who work and rent houses. The era when people from Xiangjiang were the boss has long since disappeared.
The rest can go to their father-in-law.
Xiangjiang, without the transshipment trade, is nothing more than a small fishing village.