"Of course I have to save you, but it's really not something you and I can do."
Fang Chen said.
Although Zhou Muzhi is intelligent and kind, he is still a scholar who only knows how to study hard. He asked doubtfully: "Even adults can't do it?"
Fang Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not a god, how can I do anything? What I said can't be done is that neither you nor I can really help these refugees, whether in terms of financial strength or personal connections."
After saying that, Fang Chen asked with a smile: "Muzhi, what do you think of businessmen?"
"There is no business without treachery," Zhou Muzhi responded.
As the saying goes, among scholars, farmers, industry and merchants, scholar-bureaucrats are the most noble in the world, followed by farmers and craftsmen.
Although businessmen are rich, in the eyes of scholars like Zhou Muzhi, businessmen are not a good thing.
He is a villain who earns the blood and sweat of the people through conspiracy and tricks.
Hearing his answer, Fang Chen laughed: "That's true, but Mu Zhi, you can deny that money can really make a difference in this world. And in my opinion, businessmen are definitely more than just
As unbearable as you think, they are a group of people who can truly promote the development of the times."
Zhou Muzhi didn't expect that the status of businessmen in Fang Chen's heart was so important, so he couldn't help but said: "Sir, businessmen value profits. They always put profits first. Most businessmen never care about benevolence, justice and morality."
"Can such a person also convince the general public and promote the development of the times?"
Fang Chen: "You won't be able to understand this truth for a while, but the development of history will verify what I said. Here we go."
Fang Chen listened to his footsteps, Zhou Muzhi looked up and found that the mansion in front of him had the plaque of Ma Mansion hanging on it.
Fang Chen walked forward and said to the concierge at the door: "Please tell Mashan and tell him that Fang Chen is here to see him."
The concierge nodded when he heard this, said "please go ahead" and walked into the mansion later.
After a while, Ma Shan hurriedly followed the concierge. When he saw Fang Chen, he was immediately happy: "Oh Lord Fang, it's really you. When they said it, I thought I heard it wrong. Come on, come on, please come on."
please."
Mashan, the businessman who previously placed an order for soap with Fang Chen.
Zhou Muzhi followed Fang Chen into the Ma Mansion. What he saw before his eyes were pavilions, pavilions, and picturesque rockery corridors.
At first glance, it looks like a wealthy family.
I also think of the hungry refugees on the street who are left with nothing but skin and bones.
Zhou Muzhi couldn't help but feel a little angry towards Mashan.
"Master Fang, drink tea and try this year's latest Mingqian tea."
Mingqian tea refers to tea leaves picked before the Qingming Festival. During this period, the tea leaves are less susceptible to insect damage and are green and fragrant. Because of the low temperature before the Qingming Festival, the number of tea leaves that germinate is limited, and the number that can meet the picking standards is even rarer.
Therefore, this Mingqian tea is also known as the best tea.
It has the reputation of "Mingqian tea is as valuable as gold".
Being able to serve guests with Mingqian tea not only shows Mashan's respect for Fang Chen.
It also shows the strong strength of this rich man invisibly.
Zhou Muzhi can be regarded as having benefited from Fang Chen, and he can drink Mingqian tea for dozens of taels of silver.
After taking a sip of tea, Mashan put down the tea bowl and asked with some anticipation: "Master Fang, has the soap production been completed?"
Fang Chen said calmly: "Old Ma, it's not the delivery time yet, why are you panicking?"
Ma Shan chuckled: "Master Fang, am I just curious? You don't know that my daughter's friend gave her a piece a few days ago."
"Our family has been using it these days, and it is much easier to use than the soap locust. After my daughter heard that I had signed a contract with Mr. Fang."
"She just kept pestering me, saying that she must leave some for her after getting the goods so that she can give them away. Now among the wealthy ladies in our imperial capital, this soap has become the best gift."
"There's still this matter."
Fang Chen clicked his tongue, looked at Ma Shan who was smiling like a rich man, and said straight to the point: "Old Ma, actually I came here this time because I want to discuss another cooperation with you."
"oh?"
Ma Shan restrained his smile. He was always cautious when it came to business matters and asked, "I don't know what kind of cooperation you are talking about, Mr. Fang?"
Fang Chen said: "I have also inquired these days, Lao Ma, you are in the textile and fabric business, right? And the business is not small. We have fifteen states in the Great Yan Dynasty, and your fabrics sell well in three states."
"The net profit alone is around hundreds of thousands taels every year, and the supply exceeds demand."
Zhou Muzhi was shocked. Looking at the chubby guy Mashan, he didn't expect that he was so capable.
With a net profit of several hundred thousand taels per year, why are you still living in the outer city? Shouldn't you have moved to the inner city long ago to be neighbors with those government officials?
Hearing Fang Chen reveal his family background, Ma Shan smiled awkwardly and said to Fang Chen: "Master Fang is joking, it's just some small business to make a living."
Fang Chen rolled his eyes: "Then how many people in your family must be in order to be able to eat the food you earn?"
Mashan was even more embarrassed. He picked up the tea cup with a smile and said, "Drink tea. Let's drink tea."
Fang Chen stopped teasing him. After seeing Mashan recover, he said, "I have roughly investigated your situation. To be honest, I came to visit you today just for your fabric business."
Ma Shan's heart skipped a beat: "Master Fang, isn't this not good?"
The reason why he stayed in the outer city instead of going to the better and more comfortable environment in the inner city was because he was worried that officials would keep an eye on his business.
Fang Chen was right. His business was very big. In the Great Yan Dynasty, there were three out of the fifteen states, and they all used the fabrics provided by his Mashan.
Every year, fine fabrics are imported from other places, dyed using the Ma family's ancestral craftsmanship, and then sold to others.
He can make huge profits from it every year, and he is not satisfied with this, otherwise he would not go to Fang Chen's soap factory.
Even Mashan has thought that in the future, when soap becomes a mainstream necessity for the public, he will ask Fang Chen to obtain the sales rights of soap.
By then, all the soap used by every household would be sold by Tamayama, and by that time, the world would truly be rich.
With such a huge business chain, he was naturally afraid that the officials in the imperial capital would be looking at him and come to him for a piece of the pie.
He, Mashan, couldn't afford to offend him.
So when I heard Fang Chen say this, I immediately realized that I was being targeted by Fang Chen, and I was naturally unwilling to do so.
Fang Chen smiled: "What's wrong?"
"Master Fang, our Yan Dynasty does not allow collusion between government and businessmen." Mashan smiled awkwardly, seemingly afraid of Fang Chen.
In fact, it was a secret reminder. After all, if Fang Chen was really determined to take it by force, he really didn't have to be afraid given his financial resources.