This was merely a side job in the imperial city.
A person had to learn how to rise to the heavens.
From then on, the Wang Family was also placed in an important position.
However, to his grandfather's generation, such honor was also a glory.
After Father Wang died, the Wang Family's position of head passed to his father.
Wang Fu had no other skills, only a talent for business.
If you asked him about farming, or where there were droughts and floods and how to deal with them, he would know nothing at all.
But if you asked him how he had turned worm-eaten silk from old rice stocks into money the year before last, he could certainly list three methods.
Every one of them would work.
Frankly speaking.
The Wang Family's talent for business was bestowed by God.
Everyone had their own strengths, but the Wang Family had buried their ancestral graves in the wrong place.
They had taken root in Santia.
If not for the other nations' emphasis on commerce, the Wang Family would have become famous for their ancestors' glory.
Wang Ye was interested in doing business, but his ambitions did not stop there.
However, material resources were the foundation and necessity for realizing greater ambitions.
Wang Ye carefully reflected on this as he walked.
The Wang Family had come to the imperial city three generations ago. Needless to say, their roots ran deep. It was the source of the Wang Family's business, and all members of the Wang Family, high and low, engaged in matters related to commerce no matter where they lived.
For example, his uncle, who had always coveted the position of head of the household.
If not for the king's help.
Wang Ye would surely have become a beggar by now.
But